‘What do you feel like eating for dinner?’ I ask an hour after you have come home from work, massaging your shoulders as you sip your cup of tea.

‘We are going out tonight’ was your reply, ‘And dress warm. It is snowing outside’.

I was expecting more information or some directions on what to wear but nothing came. I make my way upstairs to shower and get dressed. Well, if I get to decide what I am wearing, I am one hundred percent going in my comfort clothes of band t-shirt and cargo pants. I pull my mop of blonde curls up into a ponytail, apply some deodorant and perfume, adding some dark blue eye shadow and eye liner to shape my grey blue eyes. Putting on my black bra, skipping the underwear, I also pull a tank top over my head and put on some tights. I then put my favourite Nightwish t-shirt on and my navy camo cargo pants. A light jumper, some grey faux fur boots, tucking my pants into the top of my boots and pulling on my heavy winter jacket.

Taking one last look in the mirror and after correcting an unruly curl, I make my way downstairs where I join you. You are dressed in dark pants and a dark blue polo shirt with the top button undone. Your chest hair seen from the opening. There is a shine from your still damp hair from your shower. I had to bite my bottom lip, not to gasp. God, you looked so divine, blue is definitely your colour. I often wonder if my Master knew how much I was attracted to him. Those dark eyes that held so much life and that smile… that smile just makes everything better. It lights up the darkest of places.

‘Ok, ready to go?’ you ask as you wrap a scarf around your neck and pulling on your winter jacket.

‘I am” still expecting you to give me instructions of some kind but they never came. No opinion on my clothing choice either. I follow you out the side door into the garage. You could feel the biting cold from the wintery weather from inside the enclosed space. I pull my jacket closer to my body as I climb into the car. And I forgot my gloves. Of course, I did.

But I was distracted, I had never been so confused before. We were going out and there was no playful element. No butt plug, no bullet vibrator, no secret act. Just ordinary. And it made me feel uneasy, like something was wrong and there was unquestionably something missing. Our car ride was silent, just the sound of the car engine and imagery of snowflakes falling consistently outside.

After some time, we arrive outside a vast theatre-like complex. I could not see any banners or signage that gave away what we were gonna. Damn me and my curiosity. Waiting is at all times the hardest part. You park the car and we make our way to the entrance of the complex. The snow is steadily falling making it a slippery, wet and cold trek.

Coming up to the entrance, all the windows were blacked out, once again giving no hint as to what we were attending. The security presence was intimidating to say the least. Signs up everywhere clearly stating strictly no minors. When it is our turn to enter, the security guard asks for our identification and tickets. We both hand over of IDs which are carefully scrutinised before they are handed back to us. You hand the guard two black tickets that I glimpse the word Blackout on them. After the tickets are scanned, we are permitted access.

Walking into the lobby of the building, there are heavy purple velvet curtains hung over the walls. Black satin banners with white writing saying the words Blackout. You could hear the soft bass from some modern synthesised dance music. This did pique my interest as neither of us were the modern dance type people. We wander down a long corridor to enter the actual event.

Upon entering, I could do nothing but gasp for breath! What lay in front of my eyes was too much to behold. Every direction I turned my head, my eyes were met with paintings, displays, sculptures and screens displaying the most lewd and scandalous of scenes. The ambiance completed by darkness that was dimly lit by pillar candles in ornate silver candelabrum with spotlights directed at each artwork, highlighting each curve, shadow and the unmistakeable theme of the event. Bondage Discipline/Dominance Submissive/Sadism Masochism

I turn my head to look you in the eyes, my eyes so wide, my jaw open in shock. And you laughed at me!

‘With the things we get up to at home, this shouldn’t be so shocking, my slut. But, if you don’t close that mouth of yours, I will discover a use for it’ you teasingly said.

I quickly snap my mouth shut, looking at the floor in embarrassment. You take my hand in yours, warming it from the chilly weather outside and lead me to the first of the displays. A floor to ceiling, framed painting. A scenery of a dungeon, a cloaked lord upon a throne-like chair. In front of him, his naked slave kneeling with chains attached to her arms and legs, kissing his feet. Red striped markings from a whip clearly on show over her naked body.

Next is a gorgeous marble life size sculpture. A woman carved in intricate detail, baring no clothes with the exception of a blind fold. She stands with her legs aside, her arms tied directly above her. Her head tipped slightly back with an unmistakable orgasmic expression on her face. Each curve, shadow and detail carved carefully into the exquisite white stone. You wrap your arms around my waist from behind. Your body pushed against mine. I could feel every breath you took, your warmth, your touch.

‘What are you thinking about?’ you spoke into my ear.

‘How very much I would like for you to tie me up like this. Vulnerable, naked, blind. It is enticing and a turn on to say the least’, I answer back. My eyes never wavering from the sight before me. My imagination taking me to a faraway place, a fantasy, a day dream.

You move the hair from my ponytail away from my neck and lightly kiss it, your teeth grazing the skin, sending goose bumps all of my body. ‘Oh, you will my slut, you will’ you murmur.

You lead me away from the sculpture to a wall of glass cabinets. Their contents lit carefully by small LED lights. Collars. An infinite array of collars. Leather collars with rings, metal studs and straps. Their colour, style and width varied greatly. I never wondered of them as an artwork but them laying there in the glass cabinets, they were something to be marvelled at. We across the section of day collars. Gorgeous, exquisite designs. A powerful meaning contained within a collar in the shape of a necklace.

Something caught my attention with the day collars. The locking mechanism. It was a hex lock that required a tiny hex key to secure or unlock it. This was giving full control to your owner. Only they had the power to remove your collar from around your neck. And only they can be the one to place it there in the first place. How I long to feel mine around my bare neck. One day I think to myself as I reach up to touch my neck where my collar will be.

The next wall is a collection of toys. Dildos, vibrators, anal beads, gags, whips, gags, paddles, swatters, Ben Wa Balls, nipple clamps, nipple pumps. An assortment of the most mixed variety. Some I was very willing to try and I knew you knew what they were. I can feel the wetness between my legs begin to intensify. My body was growing hot and the craving I have for you to use me is incredibly intense. But there is no time to focus on how I am feeling as you steer me toward the next display.

In the corner of the room is a solid timber chair that has leather cuffs secured to the arms and legs of the hair. The four-poster bed with stocks and anchor points for bondage play. A swing, beautifully presented with chains wrapped in black satin, vibrant blue flowers and foliage twisted around each one. There was an immense scorched timber X with torch flames either side in the middle of the room. The X was on a spinning podium that slowly revolved, the flames flickering in the dark.

Multiple TV screens showing short videos of deep throating, choking, anal play, every hole use, bondage, punishment, spanking, whipping, breeding, pain; each one playing their respected unique sounds of sucking, moaning, slapping, begging and instructions. One’s eyes could not help but be inundated and stimulated by the graphic scenes in front of you.

As we make our way through the exhibition, I become increasingly fidgety. My face starts to colour pink, my whole body heating up. I keep pulling at my clothing, trying to get some relief from the sudden sauna-like temperature I am suffering.

‘What’s the matter?’ you whisper in my ear. The smell of your cologne stimulating every one of my senses. It isn’t fair you smell so wonderful. It is a true weapon against us poor defenceless women.

‘I feel like I’m wearing too much clothing’ I whisper back while trying to fan my face.

‘How much is too much?’ you laughingly ask.

‘All of it’ I reply without thinking.

‘So, take it off then’ you mischievously say, your eyes daring me.

Without so much as a word, I begin unbuttoning my winter jacket. I hand it to you with a grin on my face. Challenge accepted Master; I think to myself. Next my jumper, and my band t-shirt. I take my boots off and undo the button to my camo pants. Shimmering out of my camo pants, I hand them to you and go to take my tights off, when you stop me.

‘As much as I am enjoying you stripping in public my slut, you cannot walk around completely naked’ you say.

‘Can I at least take my bra off?’ I ask teasingly.

‘You may’ you answer, your eyes not leaving my body as I unclasp the bra from under my tank top and pull it out from under my shirt.

Layer upon layer removed. Now standing before you in just a tank top with my hard nipples poking through the thin material and dark tights. I was grateful they were dark tights, otherwise they would be showing the soaking wetness from my pussy for sure. After pulling my boots back on, I take my discarded layers from you and wrap them up into a somewhat carriable pile and tuck them under my arm. Much better.

Happily walking in front of you, I suddenly stop as something catches my attention from the corner of my eye. It is a video of a girl; she must have been in her mid-twenties but she was dressed as a much younger girl. Her hair was in twin braids with ribbon, she was wearing a purple fairy costume with glitter wings, a tiara and laying on her stomach on a bed surrounded by animal stuffed toys. In front of her was a colouring in book and she was colouring. A man in a suit walked up to her and she became all excited and squealed ‘Daddy’, jumping up and kissing him excitedly.

He asked her how her day was and if she missed him. Calling her his little girl and praised her colouring and she held onto her stuffy elephant toy. Something inside me stirred, why did that scene feel right, why could I imagine myself as that girl? An adult, yet my inner child allowed to surface. What did that mean?

My mind was dizzy and confused and I think you knew that my Master. We still had some of the exhibition to see but you said that it was time to go home. I nodded my head in an agreement, gripping your hand as we walked through the hallways toward the exit. It was snowing lightly as we walked, but I could not feel it. The snow was melting as soon as it touched my skin.

On the drive home, I couldn’t sit still. Despite the snow outside, I was hot and restless. My mind filled with scenes that I never wondered to imagine. Longing to feel your touch on my body, needing you to use me, my breathing fast yet short and shallow. My body trembling as it is sent into a hyper craving of desire. The outside world dissolving away and all I see, is you. My owner, the man who possesses my thoughts, who I give myself to willingly.

After parking the car, we both go inside where I sit down on the lounge. My mind a million miles away. You place a soft grey blanket around my shoulders and leave the room. I am not sure how long I sat there, locked away in my own thoughts but I you are suddenly in front of me, pulling me up towards you. You kiss my forehead, then my nose until at last, I feel your lips against mine. That kiss waking me from my trance. My lips lock with yours, deepening with every passing second. Who needs to breathe when they can kiss you, Master?

You pull away, my face turns into a put, I was really enjoying that kiss. Taking my hand, you lead me downstairs to the finished basement. Except for one lamp in the corner, the rest of the basement is dark. There are ropes suspended from the timber support beams on the ceiling, connected by anchor points. When did you install of this, I think to myself. Then again, I don’t exactly spend a lot of time in the basement.

Giving me two hand ties and ribbons, you instruct me to put my hair in piggy tails and to tie the ribbons over the tops of the hair ties. I go into the basement bathroom and remove my hair from its ponytail. My long curly hair was unruly in a ponytail. In piggy tails, it was volume times two. I couldn’t help but swish my hair from side to side, feeling my hair on each shoulder. It made me look so young, so innocent.

Coming out of the bathroom, you grab me and pull me under where the ropes are hanging from the ceiling. I am still wearing my tank top and tights so am a little bewildered when you begin to secure my hands with the rope. Wrapping them around my wrists and making me stand in a star like position. They are tight but not uncomfortable. There is certainly no way I can escape them without your help. With a pair of scissors, you make quick work of removing my tank top and tights. I can feel the cold steel against my skin as you snip away the material.

From behind me, you gently push a ball gag into my mouth, the leather strap affixing it to my head, pushing my jaw and teeth aside. My tongue running along the shape of the hard silicone ball now inside my mouth. You place a dark blue, padded, satin blindfold over my eyes. The world suddenly plunged into darkness. I feel your fingers wrap around my piggy tails, pulling my head backward. Soft, feather like kisses just below my ear, that become more forceful until I feel your teeth bite into my pale white flesh. The sharpness sending tingling sensations all over my body, awakening every nerve. I tried to express this with a moan but the gag muffled any sound I could attempt to make.

I feel the release of your fingers from my hair, my ears trying to carefully listen as to where my Master was. You had taken away my ability to speak and to see so my other senses had to quickly adapt and make up for the losses. You would have made an excellent ninja Master, as the raw stinging pain I felt as the belt hit my arse, I did not hear coming. It didn’t hurt as such but it did catch me by surprise and I drew as deep breath in as I could, before I felt the belt against my flesh again. The belt making your mark on my skin, turning it red in colour.

You cracked the belt again against my arse and again and again. Each slap feeling more raw and piercing than the last making me jump and hop, switching between each leg, trying to ease some of the pain. I can feel tears begin to form in my eyes. I don’t remember how many times that belt touches my arse but I do know it is not gonna be comfortable sitting down for the next couple of days. At last, the slapping stops and I can regain my composure and my arse can rest. Or so I wondered…

The familiar buzzing sound of a toy approaches. You run the vibrator over my hardened nipples, down my stomach, pausing on my clit for a few seconds before pushing it into my pussy. And how I loved it! My sodden pussy walls engulfed the vibrator, pulling it deeply and further inside. The vibrations coursing through every part of my body, sending pleasure and feelings of exhilaration every nanosecond.

You begin to steadily move the vibrator in and out of my wet cunt, rubbing my clit at the same time. Making me push against your fingers trying to feel more, wanting to reach to a higher place, needing to. In and out, repetitious as those actions where, they did not feel like that to me. There was a building inside of me, a climax not too far off. But I knew you too well to just let me orgasm so quickly. No, you were not done playing with me just yet.

Mere seconds after I had that wondered, you turn off the vibrator, slapping my clit three times before removing the toy from my pussy. The emptiness it felt when the toy was removed was sorrowful. I hear your hypnotic voice ‘Each spank, you need to count. As you can not speak, you will count using your fingers. You will be punished if you miss a count’.

And just like that a sharp slap across my left breast. With the suddenness of the slap, I almost forgot to put one of my fingers up to begin the count and remembered just in time. Another slap on my cunt, causing me to jump. A second finger up. Another slap, this time against the back of my thighs. This one caused me to squirm, the pain a lot more intense than my breasts and cunt, my arse even. I shakily put-up finger number three. On and on it went, never knowing where you would use the belt next, my breasts, stomach, cunt, arse, thighs, all baring red markings. A guessing game if you will. I just had to focus on the count and trying not to drool everywhere with the gag being in my mouth.

When you reached thirty-one, you stopped, giving me a chance to catch my breath and become aware of where the belt had met its mark. It stung but it also was pleasurable. It was an intense sensation and with being naked in front of you, vulnerable and bound, the feeling was powerful and left me feverish. I shuffle on my feet, restless. Unable to see you but wanting to feel your delightful and seductive touch.

I feel the leather of the belt wrap around my neck, you tighten it. Tighter and tighter it hugs around my neck, putting pressure against my airway. You adjust my body by pulling my arse back against your naked body. Your fingers running over my back and arse. I feel your hands pulling my arse cheeks aside and your swollen cock dripping with pre-cum between my legs. You rub your cock against my slit toward my arsehole and back to my pussy opening. Ever the tease and I have no idea which hole you will choose to take.

I whimper softly, which you can not hear through the gag. You are teasing me again Master! I just want to feel you inside me. Happily, for me, at that precise moment, you drive your hard cock into my warm and waiting cunt. Your grip on the belt stiffens as you tighten its hold around my neck. Sliding into my warm slit over and over. Bringing me to a place that can only be described like climbing a mountain. Going higher and higher until you reach the top, the peak. The belt becoming tighter, choking me a little at first to a lot as your pace quickens. My breathing becomes shallow as you begin to slam into my cunt, a wet slapping sound resonating off the walls as I become so close to the edge, I could just dive off it.

The belt becomes tighter again as you quicken your pace, driving into me, impaling me on your godlike shaft constantly. You grunt to hold my breath as you choke me with the belt, your thrusting becoming more and more earnest. Being on the edge is one of the most exhilarating yet excruciating ordeals one could ever experience. The waiting, the build-up, the teasing, the patience, all lead up to this one elated moment.

After what felt like ages but would have been mere moments, you whisper those words I so longingly needed to hear. ‘Cum now slut’. And cum I did. A ripple of orgasmic energy that had stockpiled during the course of the night was finally free. Taking me to a higher high where my pussy clamped onto my owner’s cock, locking him deep within as he pumped his hot sticky seed deep inside me. My entire body quivered, wracked with powerful convulsions, as wave after wave of my climax hit. My teeth biting into the gag. The choking adding another dynamic of not just sending me to the clouds but to the stars.