As I sat at my desk staring at the computer screen, I couldn’t help but feel a stirring inside of me. I had been feeling restless for days, unable to focus on anything other than the deep-seated desire that pulsed through me. It wasn’t just any desire, it was a burning need to be dominated, to be owned.
I had all the time been attracted to strong, dominant men, the kind that exuded power and control. But my latest obsession was pushing me to the brink, demanding my every wondered and waking moment.
His name was Jared, and he was unlike any man I had ever met. Tall, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to peer straight into my soul, he exuded confidence and power. His broad shoulders and muscular frame made me weak in the knees, while his harsh, intense gaze sent shivers down my spine.
We had met by chance at a local BDSM club, where I had gone in search of something to quell the restless desires that were burning inside of me. I had been drawn to him like a moth to the flame, unable to withstand his intense energy and commanding presence.
From the moment he had laid eyes on me, I knew that I was his, to do with as he pleased. He had taken me in hand and led me through the dark, erotic world of submission and domination, pushing me to my limits and beyond.
Now, as I sat in my office, I longed for the safe, secure world of his embrace. I yearned for the feel of his calloused hands on my skin, the sound of his voice as he whispered commands in my ear.
I knew that he would be waiting for me, that he would be ready to claim me as his own. And I was ready to surrender myself to him completely, to become his eager submissive, his toy to do with as he pleased.
As I made my way to the club, my heart raced with excitement and anticipation. The familiar scent of leather and sweat filled my nostrils, sending a shiver down my spine. I knew that I was in for a night of ultimate pleasure and pain, a night where my darkest desires would be fulfilled.
I saw him across the room, his intense gaze fixed on me as I approached. He was dressed in leather pants and a tight black shirt, his biceps bulging with power as he flexed his muscles. His eyes were dark and foreboding, full of the promise of pleasure and pain.
He took my hand and led me through the club, his firm grip a reminder of his control and dominance. I could feel the eyes of the other patrons on me as we walked, their gazes hungry and lustful.
Jared led me to a private room at the back of the club, a room that was completely soundproofed and dark. Once we were inside, he locked the door and turned to face me, his eyes burning with intensity.
He approached me slowly, his hand trailing down my arm and to my waist, pulling me close. I could feel the heat of his body through his clothes, his muscles pressing against my skin.
Without a word, he pushed me down to my knees, his hand fisting into my hair as he guided my head towards his crotch. I could feel the hard bulge of his erection pressing against my cheek, taunting me with its power and strength.
With a sharp tug, he pulled my hair, forcing my mouth open and pushing himself in. I could taste the salty tang of his pre-come on my tongue as I eagerly sucked him in, taking him deep into my throat.
As I worked him with my mouth, his grip on my hair became tighter, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Suddenly, he pulled back, his hand releasing my hair and pushing me away.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “You belong to me, completely and utterly.”
I nodded, my body trembling with the force of his words. I knew that I was completely under his control, that he had the power to make me do anything he wanted.
He pulled me to my feet, his hand trailing down my back and to my ass. With a sharp smack, he spanked me, the sting of his hand sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
From that point on, he pushed me further and further, testing my limits and taking me to the brink of ecstasy. He spanked me, whipped me with leather straps, and used a variety of toys to make me beg for more.
And I loved every second of it.
As the night wore on, I lost all sense of time, lost in the sea of sensation that Jared had created. I had never felt so alive, so completely satiated as I did under his command.
Finally, as the sun began to rise outside, he untied me and led me to a secluded corner of the room. He held me close, his arms wrapped tightly around me, and I knew that I was his. Completely and utterly.
From that night on, Jared and I became inseparable, exploring the depths of our desires and pushing each other to new heights of pleasure. And I knew that I had found my place in the world, in the arms of my dominant, my master, my lover.
It was a world of leather and lace, of submission and darkness, a world that I never wanted to leave. And I knew that as long as Jared was there to guide me, I would be safe, secure, and completely under his command.