Domination & submission- real life encounters with my Sir - Red Wine & a Leash (a submissive’s journey)
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Contained & Consumed
she: i'm a little nervous, Sir.
He: If you would rather not do this, you don't have to, sub.
she: i don't mind being nervous—i've just never done these particular things before, Sir.
He: Take a moment to take a deep breath and decide. It's perfectly fine to wait until another time.
she: May i come over now, Sir?
He: You’re sure you are ready, sub?
she: Yes. May i please come to You, Sir?
He: Yes, text me when you arrive at the gate and I will buzz you in. Since you’re nervous, sub, you may choose either the hood or the gag to start with.
she: Hood, please, my Sir.
He: When you arrive at the door you will knock, breathe deep and close your eyes. From that moment on, you are to remain silent with your eyes closed until you are told otherwise.
she: Yes, my Sir.
He: You will be inspected. After you are inspected, a hood will be placed over your head and the posture collar put around your throat... and then you will be led upstairs.
she: Yes, Sir.
**Hooded sub on a Leash**
the beating of my heart
is bursting with my anticipation
the racing of my pulse
is fueled by Your impending predation
pulling into your driveway alongside Your truck
taking jittery steps
with my excitement run amuck
slowly, deeply inhaling a calming breath
which does nothing at all
to calm my nerves
on His door
a rush of air
“Give me your hands and step up - I will not let you fall” helping me over the threshold
He slides my purse off of my shoulder
then slips my rain-kissed coat
down and away
i stand quietly blind
awaiting His next planned move
“Lift your hair, sub”
and in an instant,
the smell of leather
wafts passed my nostrils
feeling the wide stiff posture collar
wrap around my long lilting neck
nimbly he secures
the buckles in place
feeling the flush
flooding my face
hearing the metal 'clink'
as the leash is clicked into its link
He then drops the leather leash
down through the top
of my olive-colored snug sweater dress
the coolness of leather
licking at the warm skin between
my round mounds of flesh
it hangs dangling
tantalizing my delight “
Lift your arms, my girl”
doing as i am told,
His fingers grasp the hem of my dress
sliding it up passed my thighs, stomach, and breasts removing it completely
over my head
with my eyes still closed
Sir instructs me to remove my silver hoop earrings placing them in His hand “
We don't want them to be in the way”
He hands me a slippery ball of fabric into my palm
“You may open your eyes to see what you're doing”
“I want you to pull the hood over the top of your head, sub”
i look down at a black fitted hood
with a hole for my nose and mouth
grabbing the edges
and centering the opening
so it will line up just right
sliding it over my head
the fit is perfect and tight
darkness descends inward i
fall inside this cocoon
a submissive cave
contained and consumed
with rampant thoughts
of what He will do next
waiting for Sir
to guide me on this conquest
through the hole in the hood
my full lips are exposed
like cherry-colored candy
slightly parted, partially closed
His sensuous tongue lands
taking a long lingering lick
sensing He has other plans
for my candy stained lips
electricity through my being
all semblance of normal, escape,
floating away, fleeing
feeling a slight tug
as Sir takes hold of my leash
“Get down on the floor, my girl, and crawl slowly up the stairs”
“Take your time; there's no need to rush”
short shag carpet underhand
i locate the first stair
and begin my ascent
He guides my obedience
service without question
one step at a time
slowly i go
aware of the length of leather
a lead that ties us together
my neck and volition
His hand directs my position
a virile Dom leading His sub
on a delicious mission
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