Reset Password
Reset Link Sent
| Blogs > SeriousDomOttawa > My Blog |
The visit
|
The visit You were a beginner. You were only curious when I met you. So, I had to train you step by step, without rushing. And you kept asking for more. Humiliation is no exception. I know that. So, one day, I tell you to stop by my place right after work. I see you as soon as you park your car in the driveway. You are stunning, with high heels to die for and a very professional dress that complements so well the sexy curves of your ass and your boobs. I let you in and start to chat over glasses of wine. I can see the impatience on your face. You came to , not for a social drink. I with your impatient mind until, all of a sudden, I clap my hands together and make you jump. “Stand up, little slut”, I say in a firm voice. You obey right away. “You may learn a thing or two today”. You do not comment. I take your hands behind your back and cuff them, with the police issue handcuffs that I bought for you. I take a pair of scissors and, regardless of the combination of shock and fear on your face, I under your dress and cut your bra to remove it. When I lower, you think that I am going to remove your<b> lace </font></b>panties, but instead I just cut them at the crotch and let them under your dress. You feel your little cunt exposed. I look at your and ask: “’s the boss, little slut?”. “You are, Sir”. “And what are you?”. “I’m your little slut, Sir”. “Good girl”. I smile. You look down. You and I have an understanding, it’s not for the of the damaged lingerie, it’s the shock that I did that without warning. You are processing. I leave the room a few times to bring items while you stay there, without a word, wondering what I am up to and very aware of your panties hanging between your legs. Each item is in a closed box of course. I like to keep you in the dark. I under your dress. I run a finger between your pussy lips. You shiver. You are aroused. I capture the wetness and I bring the finger to your mouth. You suck my finger clean. “Your wet little cunt is such a good lie detector. No need to ask if you are aroused, little slut”. You look down without a word. I under your dress again to pull your damaged panties down. I help them around your high heels, and I make a ball of them. “Open your mouth”. You are a bit surprised, but you know better than to resist. You were trained well. I stuff the panties in your mouth. Then I open one of the boxes, I get its content and I tape your mouth shut. “I’m glad we talked when you arrived. I don’t suspect I will hear much from you this evening”. At this point, not only you wonder what I have in mind for the evening, but you suddenly realize that the chat that frustrated you a bit was all part of the plan. I always have a plan. I make you sit on a bar stool by the kitchen counter, not without lifting your dress so that you sit on your naked ass. You gasp as the cold of the leather makes . I adjust your handcuffs to secure them behind the seat. For your feet, I use an adjustable spreader bar. I place the bar behind the metal leg of the stool to push your feet to the back and make sure that you cannot move. There are still four boxes on the kitchen counter. Your combination of fear and pleasure when I open the first one is delightful. It’s a rechargeable magic wand, that I position between your open legs, its bulky head right against your little cunt, of course. I then open the next box and get bondage tape, which I use to secure the magic want in position. In the third box, I get a posture collar that I put around your neck to keep your head perfectly straight. I do not want you to look down to the magic wand. The posture collar is perfect to force you to look straight. Finally, I remove headphones from the last box, and I put them on your head, even if there is no music for now. When I do not turn the magic wand, you start to wonder what I am up to. I take my time to put our wine glasses in the dishwasher. I get a new bottle of wine that I pour in the decanter, and two new glasses. Your eyes are in complete shock. Your mouth is taped shut with a panties gag, the second glass is obviously not for you. “I hope that this evening is satisfying for you, little slut. You do not have to hold back, you have my permission to orgasm”. You try to say something through the gag, but I bring a finger to my mouth and indicate you to be silent. This is when the doorbell rings. I turn the magic wand and the headphones on. Bach’s cello suites start to occupy your world. You can’t even hear the vibration of the wand, but for sure you can feel it. And I go open the door for my guest. You don’t know her. She’s an impeccably dressed woman. We both sit at the opposite end of the kitchen counter, by the glasses and the decanter, not even paying attention to you as you are getting visibly worked up by the magic wand. You know that you can fight a first orgasm quite well, but if you start to give in to the wand, its relentless vibrations will force you into orgasm after orgasm. Your body seems to have only one defence layer: when it is passed, you are powerless. We drink our wine, you resist. We chat but you cannot hear a word. And, at some point, you cannot resist any more, your breathing becomes heavier and you fail to contain a moan as your first orgasm runs through your body. We keep drinking wine as you realize that there is a fairly literal meaning of my favorite term of endearment: little slut. When the wand and your orgasms reduced you to such a sweaty mess that cannot think straight anymore, I turn the wand and the music off. I free you from your restraints and I order you to strip. You can barely stand and you need the kitchen counter to support you. After you finally get naked, I remove the tape and get the destroyed panties out of your mouth. I look at you with insistence and it takes your exhausted brain quite some time to realize. “Thank you for my orgasms, Sir”. My friend and I laugh. “Come here, on all fours, you can’t even walk”. As you obey, my friend lifts her skirt and reveals a perfectly waxed pussy. “Lick, little slut”. You obey. You are bisexual, but this is the first time you are ordered to perform on a partner you did not chose. Welcome to your new life. After my friend is satisfied with your service, you turn to me. I’m in my usual attire, jeans and dress shirt. I do not get my hard cock out of my pants. “We are going to the bedroom. You will make sure to clean the kitchen, starting by licking the stool on which you created a puddle, little slut. Also get three frozen croissants out of the freezer and prepare them for tomorrow morning. When you are done, and not before, come upstairs and knock on the bedroom door”. We head upstairs, leaving you, naked, to your domestic duties, while you are thinking of everything that happened and all the fun that we are having upstairs as you perform your duties downstairs. And of course, your mind on overdrive tries to guess what is going to happen once you join. |
Become a member to create a blog
