She told me that when the other girl joins us, she will have me strip naked, so they can both examine me. They will make comments. She will show her my cock and invite her to play with it. If I get wet I may be punished. ‘How?’ I asked. ‘She will smack your cock, hard,’ she said.

She told me all this while I was online, showing her my cock and stroking it for her. ‘Come,’ she said. I came very fast, into my hand. She always makes me lick it up while she watches. She asks me later how that makes me feel. ‘Slutty,’ I say. ‘And you know I don’t like doing it.’ I find it literally distasteful.

‘I like you slutty,’ she said. ‘And I like making you do things you don’t want to do.’

That thought makes me hornier than ever. I’m a real pervert, I know, but I’m addicted to her. I can’t help it. I’m scared she might make me lick up my semen in front of the other girl. Now that would be truly humiliating.

I’m going on a trip, for nearly three weeks. While I’m away our time online together will be limited. But she has given me a list of things to take with me. It seems she does not intend to let me go unscathed. I have to take ten clothes pegs, two rubber bands (one large, one small), four of the nasty little steel clamps, my prostate massager and some lube. I wonder just what she has in mind?

She has also told me she will order me to masturbate regularly. I think the idea is to take the edge off my sexual appetite, so I am not tempted by young girls. But in truth, there are no girls who could hold a candle to her.

This is her cunt. I think it’s the most beautiful cunt I’ve ever seen. The night before last we had a long conversation about it. When we first met, she didn’t like it. She thought it was too fleshy, the lips too prominent. She thought all men liked those little girl cunts, the ones that are just a slit, with everything neatly tucked away. I said, men’s tastes vary. Some like one thing, some like another. I told her I never saw a cunt I didn’t like, but that hers was just perfect for me. It’s like some exotic orchid, and in this picture you can see how wet she is, and how her cunt is open, like a flower offering its nectar, waiting to be penetrated.

She said that over the months I had managed to persuade her that her cunt was good to look at, good to touch and taste. I said if I had achieved that, persuaded her to think better of herself, then I was proud.

And now, everyone can see it, and admire.

As she told me to put the clamps on, she was smiling. Not, she assured me later, because there was anything funny, but from sheer enjoyment of what she was doing. Hurting me gives her such intense pleasure that it shines out of her face.

This time there was no warm-up with friendly wooden clothes pegs. We went straight to the nasty clamps. They have little screws on them; when you turn them, the grip gets tighter, just like the ones in the picture. But unlike these, mine have sharp metal teeth that bite fiercely into the flesh.

We measure pain on a scale of 1 to 10. We started on 6. That’s bad enough. But she made it worse, much worse. First I had to pull the chain connecting them, harder and harder. Then, and this is the worst, I had to twist the clamps. More, she said; do it more. I groaned, and writhed.

She told me to take them off and adjust them to 7. Gradually she worked up to 9 and a half; that’s the most she’s ever done to me. The pain was agonising, excruciating. Twist them harder, she would say; harder! Give me more pain.

And then something happened. I wouldn’t say I went into subspace exactly. But I had a kind of epiphany. Suddenly, I wanted to give her more of my pain. I wanted to give her as much as she wanted, as much as I could take, and more. I knew that the more I hurt, the more it would please her. And I wanted to please her so much. I want to give you everything, I said. All the pain I am capable of, all the obedience, all the adoration.

I don’t think we have ever been closer than that moment. Two days later my nipples are still intensely sore, and I like to run my fingers over them lightly so that I can remember, and feel proud of what I gave her

We’ve invited another girl to join us. The two of them will gang up on me, egging each other on, tormenting my nipples, spanking my ass. She hasn’t been with another girl before, so she is going to explore the touch and taste of another woman’s body. And while she does that I’m going to be handcuffed to a chair and blindfolded. I will be able to hear the sounds of them making out, but I won’t be able to see a thing. Some sights, it seems, are not for the eyes of slutty little sub-boys. It’s going to be hot, and humiliating.

I think she will enjoy showing off to this other girl how much power she has over me. And when it comes to the spanking, she says she rather likes the idea of observing while the other girl turns my ass red. She wants to be able to see my reactions close up, as I writhe and whimper and squeal, while she encourages the other girl to lay it on harder. Only when it’s time for the cane will she take an active part. That’s when it’s going to get really really bad. If I’m honest. I am a little scared, but so very excited. She knows me so well, how to bring my dirty desires out into the open, for her pleasure as much as mine.

She’s had a lot of nipple pain lately. It started last weekend, when I hurt her really bad. On Monday morning her nipples were very sore. I told her she would put the butterfly clamps on for fifteen minutes each day, for the whole week. There was a good deal of whining and protest. ‘Sir, do I have to? It hurts so bad.’ Of course I don’t do it for her pleasure but for mine, so why should I take any notice of that?

Gradually, over the week, despite fifteen minutes of pain every day, her nipples got less sore. So, in order to maintain them at a constant level of soreness, she would need more than this. It’s useful information. I shall do further experiments. Maybe twenty minutes a day would keep the nipples sore all the time? Or maybe it would take half an hour. We shall see.

When she had finished the last dose of pain, last night, I heard her mutter something about getting revenge. I realise this is always a possibility. If her inner domme were to emerge there’s not much I could do to stop it. But I’m tough. I pride myself on being able to take a lot. On the other hand, I don’t think she has ever given me as much pain as she would like to. Is that day approaching? We shall see.

She loves to scare herself with pictures like this, of girls who have suffered the most severe beatings. We discuss whether any girl could ever possibly want such a thing, or would she only suffer this for money? She tries to make me promise that I would never beat her like this. I tell her that I don’t like to draw blood. But I make no promises. That is not my way. Never say never, I say. Of course I love to tease her with all manner of cruel ideas. She trusts me never to harm her, but she never feels quite sure that I am incapable of such unspeakable acts.

She says she wants to be beaten until she is right up to the very edge of what she can bear. She wants me to leave marks, bruises that last for days. Marks with the strap, and with the cane. I assure her that she can depend on this. Whether things will go a little further, we shall have to see. The mind of a dom does tend to dwell on extremes, even if he is disciplined enough not to cause lasting damage.

I know she has been looking at lots of pictures like this. Why would she look if they didn’t hold a certain fascination for her?

We now have a definite date arranged with another d/s couple. All that remains before we meet them in a few weeks is the extremely pleasant task of discussing what will happen, who is going to do what to whom. I’ll be very much in dom mood, so no one is going to do anything to me I don’t want! My chief pleasure will be in making her available to the other couple, for their use. There are just a few things I won’t allow. Her ass is and always will be reserved for my exclusive use. And of course they mustn’t do her any harm.

One of the things she said recently that most aroused me was that she wants to have my marks on her before we meet this couple. She wants me to beat her bottom so that she will carry the bruises, and they will get a very clear visual sign of what her status is, and who she belongs to. I shall lend her to them for the afternoon, but she will still remain my possession. And maybe I’ll do one or two specially cruel things to her myself while they watch, so that they can see just how submissive she is, and what a wonderful thing it is to own a girl.

sweetperversity:

Look Master! Isn’t it pretty?

This is perfect! Exactly what I have in mind for you, little girl.

The last time she dommed me she had me by the balls, literally. First she made me bind them in a big rubber band, looping it round several times so that it was really tight. After a while my balls went purple and started to ache. She likes that. Then she had me take off the rubber band and replace it with a small leather strap, tightly buckled on. It had a little ring on it, to which she made me attach a steel chain as a leash. I had to pull the leash between my legs, up my back and over my shoulder. Then, with my back to the camera, I had to pull on the leash, harder and harder, so she could see my balls being drawn back between my legs, tighter and tighter. She told me how much she liked that.

When she comes to stay I am sure my balls will be put under restraint again. She will lead me round by them, tugging hard on the leash. Nothing makes me feel more submissive, more humble. Once she has me by the balls all thought of resistance melts away.