Note: This is a piece of fiction, though it is something that I’ve fantasised about. I am fairly new to the world of BDSM, and feel I have always been a submissive, especially looking back. I would love to read any feedback that you have to give on my story, or to hear of how subs/masters meet up and the like. Email:

sub_19@ymail.com Thanks.

I fumbled in my pocket for the hotel room key, and swiped it into the door. I took a deep breath and nervously walked into the room. Sitting on a chair facing the door was a man, with dark brown hair a few inches long perhaps, a well built body and eyes that chilled me. They were bright blue, and I felt as if they were staring into my soul, as if they would eat me - as soon as I made eye contact with him. He grinned slightly when he saw me, standing up to shake my hand; he was fairly tall, about 6ft I’d reckon.

       “I think that it would be safe to go over some ground rules before we start”, the man suggested, his voice was low and husky, with the sound of authority.

       “Sure, umm, start me off lightly?” I stuttered.

He laughed at this, replying, “Your new to this aren’t you?”

       “Yes I am, I know I want to do it though. Look, I’ll leave you do whatever you like, just stop if you think the pain will be too much for me?”

       “I don’t know how good a judge I will be at that, but alright, as you wish. Safety word?”

       “No safety word.”

He raised his eyebrow at this, but shrugged. Only one word came out of his mouth next, “Strip”.

       He said this in such a sharp, commanding voice, it had barely registered what he had just commanded me to do and I was already doing it. I started slowly, removing my trainers grudgingly, then my socks, my jeans, my top, I paused as I went to unhook my bra, but still went ahead and did it - I had no power here in his presence, already. My bra dropped to the floor as it slid free of my arms. I slid my panties down, revealing my shaved pussy. I imagined that my face was bright red by now, it always did get red when I was embarrassed so easily - and the whole time I had made no eye contact with him, still I looked down at the floor.

       It felt weird being this naked and vulnerable whilst he was still fully dressed. He circled me, although I was still gazing at the floor so I only knew this by watching his feet. He stood directly in front of me, firmly held my chin upwards, forcing me to make eye contact; and kissed me, forcing his lips onto mine, sliding his tongue into my mouth, I kissed him back - and shuddered with excitement at this. He slid his other arm around my hip, holding me close to him - I could feel his penis was hard, digging into me through his trousers.

       After a while, he withdrew from me, and commanded that I lie on the bed, on my back, he walked back towards the chair, I noticed that he had brought a bag with him. Out of it he pulled out a few pieces of rope, and a few other objects that I could not see properly. Walking back towards me, he said,

       “Put your wrists tightly together, above your head”.

I did this instantly, he straddled my hips in order to reach them and firmly tied them with the rope, then he attached that rope to the bed frame. I could not get out of this if I tried I thought, slightly tugging the rope to test it. It felt good. Once he had finished,

       “Spread your legs wide”

I also did this, a little slower though. He tied each ankle securely with a piece of rope, and then attached these to the bottom of the bed frame. It was quite tight, I could feel a strain on my legs. Once he had finished, he gave his final command,        

       “Open your mouth wide”, as I did, he shoved a ball gag into my mouth, and did up the straps tightly around the back of my head.

       Once all this had been finished, he stood back and studied me, he seemed happy with his work. I felt embarrassed, I felt helpless, but I also felt lustful and in anticipation of his next move. He removed his shirt, revealing his slim and slightly built upper body - just enough muscles for what looks good to me, he removed his shoes also, but left his trousers on. He lay on top of me and kissed me for the second time in the night, but my neck this time as I was gagged. One of his hands slid onto my boob and started playing with my nipple, teasing it, making it hard. I was lost in the moment, it felt like a drug. Quickly he reached down, and before I knew it I felt agonizing pain in my nipple; looking down I realized he had clamped my nipple. I groaned into the gag. Knowing what was coming as he massaged my other nipple, I impulsively tried to stretch away from his hand, but the tight ropes did not allow this and within seconds a second clamp had been applied.

       “You know, you have brilliant nipples for torturing.. So big and receptive”, he whispered into my ear, teasing me, as he attached a chain to the clamps linking them together. My only reply to this was a stubborn grunt through the gag which filled my mouth and was actually beginning to make my jaws ache. He smiled at my discomfort, tugged the chain slightly which initiated more pain for my nipples, and then stood up and stripped. I could see a certain amount from my position, enough to see that he was a good size, at least eight inches. I had never had anything that big before, my sex life had hardly been brilliant at any point in my life. I worried about whether this would hurt slightly, but for the most part lust had taken over me. I was even arching my back in anticipation.

       He came back to the bed and lowered himself on top of me. I felt the head of his penis begin to enter me, I was so wet there was no need for lube, although I was stretched and it hurt a little, I wanted more. He playfully tugged my nipple clamps chain as he entered me, resulting in a grunt of pain from me. I was lost in a flurry of pain and lust. I felt more and more of him enter me, the deeper he got the more lustful I became. He kissed my neck again, finding that soft spot that always gave me goose pimples. Once he was fully inside of me he began thrusting in and out, but slowly, every moment seemed to last forever, it felt so good I wish that it did last forever. I could feel the heat of an orgasm rising within me, I had no control. It took over and I could feel my pussy spasm, sweet release. Coinciding with this, he tugged my nipple chain hard, and whispered in my ear harshly,

       “You’ve broken the rule of master and slave, you orgasm when I tell you to and only then”.

       I had not been told this, I worried about what the punishment would be. But for now he was still pumping inside of me, I felt another rush surge through my body and lust rising. I felt him finish, his hot load almost pushing me over the edge and resulting in another orgasm, I had to stop myself from this in fear of how angry he’d be if I did this twice.

       Once he had finished, he rose and began putting his pants and trousers back on, leaving me still tied to the bed. I felt his come dripping onto my thighs and the bed lining. I struggled a little against the bonds, wanting to be free.

       “Mmmmmmph”, I moaned into my gag, trying to get his attention. It didn’t even result in a glance. He disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the tap running. After what seemed like forever, he walked back into the room. He undid the ropes which bound me, and unclipped the nipple clamps - resulting in more pain than when they were put on as the blood rushed back into them, I screamed into my gag, which he left in.

       “You’ve displeased me, now your going to get punished”, are the only words he said, glaring at me. He made me feel so young, so worthless. All I could do is sit on the bed, dumbfounded. He grabbed my wrist and lead me to the chair, pushing my belly onto it and forcing me to lye down, my butt exposed. I heard him walk away, and when he returned he stood in front of me. To my horror he was holding a riding crop.

       “I am going to hit you with this ten times. You will not move or we will resume the count from scratch. If you understand, nod your head.”.

       I pleaded with my eyes for him to not do this, but knowing that I was getting no were, the only result I got was a steely gaze, I timidly nodded my head.

       “One”, he said out loud. Coinciding with this I felt a hot searing pain on my backside, and heard the sound of my skin being slapped in the room. It was agonizing. I flinched but steadied myself, not wanting to go through the ordeal twice. I actually managed not to make a sound.

       “Two”, he deliberately hit the same spot that the last one had hit, the pain doubled. I stifled a cry.

       “Three”, apparently, the fact that I was quiet had created a challenge for him, he seemed to hit me even harder this time, willing a reaction. I felt a tear trickle down my eye, and involuntary response to the pain.

       “Four”, this time he hit my thigh. I was confused, this really hurt me, but I felt as if I was getting wet. This treatment was actually exciting me.

       “Five, Six, Seven”, these came in quick succession, all hitting the same spot on my thigh, it hurt so much I thought that I was bleeding, I screamed into my gag, unable to hide my pain.

       “Eight”, he hit my backside again, extracting the response he wanted, another cry.

       “Nine”, as he reached the end, he seemed to be hitting a lot harder, making the most out of the last swipes. This one swiped my thigh again, tears were streaming down my eyes.

       He paused before the tenth, waiting for the pain to subside, perhaps to get the most out of me.

       “Ten”, the final hit was agonizing, on my backside.

       I collapsed in a heap, feeling so worn out and used. I dreaded to think how the next week was going to feel whenever I tried to sit down. He had been true to his word, and stopped hitting me after number ten.

       “Stand up and face me”, he said to me, pushing me to the limit, I wobbled unsteadily to my feet, I felt like I was going to lose my balance. I could see through his trousers that he had another erection. I looked up at his face, into his eyes as he commanded; not wanting to anger him again. His expression softened slightly as he looked at me, and he reached behind the back of my head and unclipped the gag. I stretched my jaw, to try relieve the aching.

       Kissing my lips as he had the first time I had stripped this night, he lead me back to the bed, re-tied my arms behind my back and had me kneel next to the bed. I stripped off his trousers and pants again and commanded me to kiss his penis. I kissed him sensually, flicking my tongue on the head, taking his penis into my mouth. As he became more lustful, he grabbed my head and began deep throating me. I gagged a little, but managed to breath just about between thrusts through my nose. Soon I felt his penis spasming, and his come trickling down my throat; I had no option but to swallow.

       Once he had finished, he let my head go, undid my wrists again and told me that I could go freshen up. I had a quick shower, smelling strongly of sweat and come. I noticed in the mirror that their were marks were I had been beaten which looked angry red, but none of them had marked me permanently or even drawn blood. When I left the room I found him naked in the bed, patting it,

       “Come my pretty”

       I felt complimented by this remark, blushing slightly. I lay in the bed next to him, to my delight he tied my arms to the bedpost to sleep, although he left my legs free. I love being bound, when I was alone, often at night I would attempt to tie myself up to sleep in but obviously was never very successful. It was never tight enough, always easy to free myself.

       As soon as my head hit the pillow I felt sleep taking over, he began fingering me. I was still so full of lust, too tired to resist. I gave in entirely, as it continued I began thrusting back at his finger, letting myself go. I remembered this time to ask him,

       “Master please my I orgasm?”, I whispered hopefully.

       “Yes, slave”, he whispered back into my ear.

       As waves of orgasms took over, I felt blissfully happy. I felt whole. Eventually, my master removed his finger, and left me to sleep. He slept with his hand around my hip, I slept securely.