Susan Finds a Dom Ch. 05 – The Doms – BDSM


This is a composite story of several ladies that have been submissive to me over the years. Parts of it are true of all of them, all of it is not true of any of them. Recognize that every Dominant, every submissive, and every RELATIONSHIP, is different. There is no “True Way.” Long distance Ds relationships are more difficult since neither side is able to visually read physical or emotional reactions of the other party. Clear, honest communication and feedback becomes critical for success.

Please note that with literary license the timeline is greatly condensed from reality.

While not necessary to read from the beginning much context will be missed if you don’t, making it more difficult to appreciate the story line.

Susan Finds A Dom V – Exploring the Doms

As I drove home in the early afternoon, after my first night with Sir, sitting on a tender ass, with newly pierced, still sore nipples and hood, I was smiling. I could not remember being happier and more certain of a relationship. The night with Sir, my first, was everything I could have imagined and much more: I crawled, I was naked and blindfolded, I screamed in pain, I felt the massage of a flogger as well as its sting, I was fucked, I sucked his cock wet with my cunt juice and his cum, I slept with him and he fucked me awake. He had taken me to see his friend Stan who pierced my nipples and hood. He had made me feel wanted and protected. He made me his. Most importantly, he told me I made him proud to call me his slut. My hand kept gonna the chain around my neck that showed those who knew its meaning, that I belonged to Sir.

Once home I stripped, showered and crawled naked to bed. My whole body was still vibrating with excitement, but I managed to fall asleep from pure exhaustion. My dreams were vivid memories of Sir inspecting and using my body. I woke up with my thighs soaked and my newly pierced nipples erect, very sore and bleeding slightly. I crawled to the bathroom to clean them and change the bandages.

I found my house heels and put them on before crawling to my desk and impaling myself on the chair’s dildo, wincing when my bruised ass hit the chair. I owed sir a daily blog. I probably owed him one for yesterday too but decided to limit it to our time together. I started typing and it flowed,

Saturday with Master

Slut learned that when Master says 7:00, that is what Sir means and not 6:58, or 7:01. Slut will not make that mistake again. Slut entered Sir’s house’s vestibule and promptly stripped off her dress, knelt and attached the leash to Sir’s collar, before blindfolding and gagged Sir’s slut. Sir’s slut was trembling with anticipation.

Sir led his slut crawling into the parlor where he inspected her. Sir asked his slut again if she was sure this was what slut wanted. When slut assured him that she very much wished to serve him he collared her with a gold chain collar that slut will never remove. He also collared her with a thick leather collar for wear when serving Sir at his residence. Sir’s slut leaves them in the vestibule when she dresses to leave.

Sir’s slut crawled on Sir’s leash into the dungeon where Sir fastened her onto a horse. Sir shocked his slut with three hard blows from a paddle, before claiming her with a long deep fuck, which he then presented to slut to suck and lick Sir’s cock clean.

Sir then flogged and cropped his slut before completing his claim to her by preparing and then fucking her ass. Afterwards his slut again licked and sucked his cock clean.

Sir took his slut to bed and told her how proud he was of his slut. Sir put leather cuffs on slut’s wrists and ankles which he connected with short chains, but with slut’s hands behind her back.

Sir fucked his slut sometime during the night and after slut cleaned his cock, spent the rest of the night very content with Sir’s cock in her mouth. When Sir’s slut’s mouth woke Sir up in the morning, he fucked his slut’s face before leaving slut to shower and dress in his bedroom. Slut used the ensuite to clean herself up, do her morning enema, and touch up her hair and makeup, before crawling downstairs to distribute breakfast with Sir.

Sir took me to a tattoo parlor and had his slut’s nipples and hood pierced by Stan. Sir marked his slut as his own.

Sir, after last night more than ever I want to be your submissive, your slut, your whatever you want to make me. It was everything that I wanted and dreamed about and so much more.

Your slut

I wasn’t sure if that was too much detail or not enough, but writing it, reliving it, made me very wet and very horny. I was rocking hard on the dildo, and only stopped to obey Sir’s rule about no cumming without permission. I read it again and hit send.

Sir came back shortly

My slut

My slut was everything I hoped and expected her to be. I am proud to call her mine and have her wear my collar for all to see.

As Stan told you, no playing with slut’s nipples for two weeks to let the piercings heal. If she is careful, slut can resume touching her clit in a few days as long as slut does not disturb the piercing in slut’s hood. Edging slut’s cunt and ass is to continue as directed being careful of the hood piercing.

After looking at my obligations this week, I expect slut at 7:00 PM on Tuesday.

Enjoy slut’s date with John, with no restrictions, except a full report afterwards.

Your date with Hank has slut’s typical date restrictions:

  1. Location of the is to be agreed upon before the date. Last minute deviation is not acceptable
  2. slut will drive her own car by herself to and from the date.
  3. Alcohol consumption is limited to one drink or two beers
  4. Duration is limited to two hours
  5. slut may offer/accept a kiss and/or hug upon arrival and departure.
  6. Since Hunk has already seen you appropriately dressed, follow the same clothing rules with the addition of a plug and bright colored thong.
  7. A full report after the date, including where slut thinks this relationship might go.

Sir

I read Sir’s response so quickly that I almost missed that he would see me again on Tuesday! He had only promised me Friday’s but wanted to see me again as soon as he knew I would be available. I was shocked, thrilled, so excited I was bouncing on my dildo and bruised ass. The mix of pleasure and pain sent me over the edge into a full body shaking orgasm. I knew I didn’t have permission, but I rode it out as my cunt clenched, and my body went rigid, and my vocals probably scared the neighbors.

As it ebbed to just spasms in my cunt, my immediate reaction was that I had failed my Master, I had cum without permission. Following Sir’s protocol, I worked my cunt on the dildo until I was back on the edge, as I wrote a note to Master detailing my failure. I would normally put the remember pin on my clit but didn’t think that was wise with the new piercing.

Master responded, “Good slut. While you failed with the orgasm, I am pleased that my slut followed my directions afterwards. I am very rewarded that the cause of my slut’s failure was her reaction to being unexpectedly able to serve me so soon. Instead of the Remember pin on slut’s clit, put three pins on each breast away from the nipple, and clover clamps on slut’s labia. The fifteen minutes starts when the last is in place.

I sent back a simple, “Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

I started on my right breast, one pin on top, one on the side and one on the bottom. By the time I started on my left breast the ones on my right were really starting to hurt. Same pattern on my left breast. Now the clamps for my labia. I decided to get off my dildo to do those clamps, so I got off sucked and licked my dildo clean as well as the puddle on my chair and crawled to my mirror. I knelt up and applied the clamps to my labia, one on each side. I checked my watch to start the fifteen minutes. All six pins and the clamps hurt before the clock even started. As I knelt in front of my mirror the pain was visible on my face, but so was the pride in my obedience and service to my Master. I saw Master’s slut, serving him in the mirror. By ten minutes in the tears were rolling down my face from the pain, but I still knelt tall and looked myself in the eyes. I would not fail Master.

Once the fifteen minutes were up, I removed the pins one by one. Each time a pin was removed the blood rushed back in with a new different shot of pain. As I started to remove the clover clamps from my labia I could not believe how wet my cunt had become. It had left a wet spot on the carpet.

Once the clamps were removed, I crawled back to my desk and again impaled myself on the dildo. I took a picture of my tits, showing the bright red marks from the pins. I composed a note to my Master:

Sir,

Your slut has gratefully completed Master’s punishment as directed. Your slut is very sorry to have failed her Master and will make every effort to never fail Sir again.

Your slut

I sent the note along with the picture.

As I was going through my messages, I found a short note from John.

I will pick you up tomorrow at 10:00AM. I have your Master’s approval for you to wear walking shoes tomorrow instead of heels. Otherwise follow your Master’s directions on attire.

John

Reading John’s note several things immediately struck me. John had talked to Master about our date and my behavior on that date. That he told me nothing about what he had planned, just to be ready for him at 10:00AM. It was very clear that there was going to be quite an overlap between John whom I was dating, and John the Dom, who wasn’t my Dom. This was going to be interesting. I saw no reason to reply so I didn’t,

I fixed leftovers for dinner and sat on my couch nibbling at it, not watching the movie on Netflix I had selected, fingering Master’s chain collar, and playing with my cunt. The pierced hood was quite tender as were the recently bruised labia. My clit was erect and my cunt soaking wet, not sure if from the piercing, the memories, or the expectation about tomorrow. I reached a point near edge and rode it for quite a while, not daring to get too close to hard edge. My nipples became erect without being touched. Fortunately, no noticeable bleed through of the bandages still protecting them.

I crawled to the bathroom did my normal bathroom routine and crawled to the mirror. As I watched the naked collared girl in the mirror, I smiled and fingered my cunt close to the edge before moving two now wet fingers deep into my ass. Finger fucking my ass felt good. I added a third finger, which stung a bit, but I was pleased Master had opened me up enough using it the night before to achieve it. Since I hadn’t worn a plug during the day, Master’s rules required one for bed. I picked the larger one and with plenty of lube it went into my ass with only minor pain as the wide part passed my ring. I licked my fingers clean, used the slapper on my ass, put on my cuffs and chains, took off my heels and crawled to bed.

As I lay there in bed, one hand fingering my collar, the other my cunt, I smiled remembering my time with Master, and thinking about what spending time with John was going to be like tomorrow. I think my fingers were still in my cunt when I fell asleep.

I woke up later than normal. As I did my morning edging, I found that I could tease my erect clit without disturbing the new piercing if I just stroked the bottom side away from the barbell. I quickly reached the edge and stopped, not wanting a repeat of yesterday’s discipline. I crawled to the bathroom for my morning BM, followed by the two quart Castile soap enema that I held while I showered and checked for stubble.

After releasing the enema, I decided to leave my hair down and loose, so I brushed it out before I crawled to retrieve my heels. I fixed my normal coffee and a bagel for breakfast.

I went through my closet trying to decide what to wear for my date with John. It had to meet Sir’s requirement on length, be dressy enough for whatever, but casual enough to wear with walking shoes. One of the denim dresses I had recently bought seemed to fit the bill. It was a bit shorter than the required fingertip length. Tight enough to show my figure. The next debate was thong or no thong? I finally decided to wear the thong, not knowing what activity John had planned. I could lose it in a hurry if needed.

Sir requires that I be plugged when going out, so I had to decide between the larger plug I had worn overnight and the middle sized one that I was more used to. Again, not knowing what John had planned I picked the middle sized one. My ass sucked it in with minimal discomfort and no pain as it passed my ring. Light makeup, my walking shoes with no show socks and undoing the top three buttons on the dress down to my nipple line completed the process.

Looking in the mirror, I thought I looked much better than the dressed down geek John normally saw at the office. Even without heels the short dress showed off my legs. The undone buttons on top showed nice cleavage even without a bra, and boob flashes if I wasn’t careful. Master’s chain collar completed the look and I hoped would be a constant reminder to John that he was NOT my dom. That Sir was my Master, and he was my date.

I got a text from John at 9:40 asking if I wanted him to come up or if I just wanted to meet him downstairs. Looking at my messy apartment, I texted back “I’ll come down”

He met in the lobby with a “Wow, you look great”

He hesitated so I took the initiative and kissed him. He responded with a harder, longer kiss and a tight hug.

While still in the hug I looked up and asked him, “So where are we going on our second date?”

He smiled and replied, “I wondered the zoo would be an appropriate first daytime date, since we did dinner on our first date.”

He released me, took my hand and led me out to his little sports car. He opened the door and watched as I tried to get in graciously without completely flashing him. From his smile when he got in, I was pretty sure that he saw plenty of thigh if not higher, and probably tits too. At least the thong kept my cunt covered.

He started telling me the latest on our project. Everything got done on time and the client is quite pleased, which means our bosses are happy.

Then he asked how things went with my Master. I gave him a PG rated summary, knowing he could fill in the details I was omitting. He was a bit surprised that Sir took me to be pierced on my first visit. It could only mean that he was very impressed with my obedience and dedication.

He was also very surprised when I told him that Sir had told me to be there again on Tuesday. He told me, “Your Sir is very busy and takes a lot of short company trips, for him to see you again so soon means that you very luck and that you really impressed him.”

Hearing that from John gave me goosebumps, and I caught myself fingering Master’s collar. Which I had told myself not to do in front of John. I didn’t think he noticed.

At the zoo, John retrieved a backpack from the trunk. “Lunch” he said.

He took my hand, and we wandered around looking at animals, asking each other questions about the others background, based on what each of us had heard at the dinner where I had essentially told him to start dating me. The amount that he remembered about me from that discussion surprised and pleased me.

We found an out of the way tree shaded grassy area to sit and have lunch. Sandwiches from a sub shop and a bottle of wine. As we finished the sandwiches and were enjoying the wine he leaned over, put his hand on my neck and met me halfway with a kiss. I took his wine glass from him and set them both down on the ground, before pushing him onto his back and laying half on top of him. I giggled and kissed him. When he smiled and kissed me back tongues started to get tangled together. I could feel him getting hard against my thigh.

He rolled me onto my back with him half on top of me, put his hand on my breast and said, “Our dating is probably one of your best ideas ever. Why did it take us so long?

I smiled back and told him, “Because we are both socially awkward geeks.”

That caused both of us to break out laughing and exchanging kisses until we noticed one of the Zoo employees giving us the eye. We broke, cleaned up our mess and resumed our tour of the zoo. I did notice that instead of holding my hand his arm was around my waist with his hand on my hip, occasionally sliding down onto my ass.

As we were leaving the zoo, John apologized that he had a commitment made before I told him we were dating that Saturday. We only had an hour before he needed to go get ready. I was disappointed but told him I understood. He drove to my apartment with one hand high on my thigh. When we got there, I invited him up for a moment on some obvious pretense. He accepted.

As we entered the apartment, I turned hugged and kissed him as I unbuckled, unzipped and lowered his jeans and fished his cock out before turning around lying face down across the back of the couch as I pulled my dress up to my waist. The thong had disappeared into the trash on a restroom stop at the zoo.

I heard a low whistle from John as he surveyed my plugged ass before leaning in and rubbing his cock up and down my wet cunt and entering me in one long slow push. He withdrew almost all the way and again went deep in another long slow push. The next time he pulled back I felt two sharp spanks on my butt cheeks, before he went deep fast and hard. My moan seemed to spur him on, and he kept going with the hard, deep, fast fucks, and hard spanks on my ass. Not the romance I was expecting, but God it felt good. I came hard and quite vocally, my back arched, and my cunts spasm and clench sent John over the edge too as I felt him swell and pulse multiple times, pumping cum deep in my cunt.

Still deep in my cunt he pulled my head back with a fistful of hair for an awkward kiss. He held me until I felt him slip from my cunt. I turned, we traded a long tongue filled kiss that alternated between hard, and gentle. He smiled and I went to my knees, took his cock into my mouth and licked and sucked it clean, before tucking it back in his shorts and fixing his pants.

As I stood back up into his embrace he said, “You didn’t have to do that.”

I replied, “Yes I did, I always clean up my own messes.” That got a laugh from John as he had often made the same opinion about my coding work.

We stood there chatting for short bit, John’s cum running down my thighs, before John had to leave.

His parting words were, “I like this dating side of you. I’ll check my calendar and we will set a day soon for our next date when we are both free.” One last kiss as I shut the door behind him, only noticing then that my dress was still up around my waist.

I took my dress and shoes off and went to the bathroom to clean up John’s mess. I wiped up my right thigh with two fingers right into my cum filled cunt, then sucked my fingers clean. John had felt so good in my cunt, didn’t taste bad either I laughed to myself as I finished cleaning myself.

As I started to use the toilet, I remembered that I still had a plug in my ass. I had become so accustomed that I had forgotten about it. The plug hadn’t phased John at all, he knew Sir well enough to probably anticipate it, but it did explain why John felt so big in my cunt, not that the cock I cleaned afterwards needed any help.

I put my heels on and crawled to my desk to write a date report for Sir. My cum filled cunt slid easily down the dildo, and my freshly spanked ass was tender when it hit the chair itself. I kept the report quite short: essentially that we went to the zoo, got much better acquainted and that I had fucked then cleaned John when we got back to my apartment before he had to go to a previous commitment. That the day of our next date still needed to be worked out. I was pretty sure that John would fill Sir in on any relevant details I missed.

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