1. First Encounter (Part 3)


    Date: 12/3/2017, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Author: M Bongo, Source: sexstories.com

    You continue standing there. Quiet. Arms at your side. Eyes closed. Thinking. Every so often, I see your eyes move underneath your eyelids. Minutes pass. I’m comfortable. Not moving. Just standing there watching. No impatience. I want you free of reservations. I want no doubt in your mind. I do not want a rash decision. I’m sure you’ve thought about this before. We’ve spent enough time talking about it. But this is a big step. This is now real. We are in the same room, you are partially undressed, and you think you know what is coming. If you need to back out, if you are too scared to continue, if you are unsure about anything, now is your time to back out. I’ve told you before there would be no recriminations, no anger, no outward display of disappointment. I hope you believe that. I also hope that my feelings do not hold any influence on what you are thinking. This needs to be all about what you want. More time passes. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. I’m not worried. I’m ready for the decision to go either way. Finally…. “Sir?” You open your eyes as you speak. There is no indecision there. There is, however, a bit of fear. “Yes?” “I’ve decided that I want to be your sub. I want you to control me. I want you to use me as you see fit. I’m yours.” “And?” I whisper. You look at me confused. “You omitted something. Again. Something you start getting used to saying…” I just let that float out there. An implied threat. “Oh.” You sort of squeak. “Sir, please take me. Use me, Sir. I’m ...
    yours, Sir. Please?” My heart skips. How I have waited to hear you say this. Hearing those words uttered from your lips is the biggest aphrodisiac that I can imagine. I instantly harden. I can feel my face flush a bit. My eyes widen just a bit to drink in the scene and take a mental photograph of this moment. This… This I want to remember. “Are you sure? One last chance.” “Yes, Sir. Please!” So emphatic. So wanting. So huskily. Mine. You are all mine now. You may not really understand, at this moment, what it all means. And you still won’t by the end of the night. But, you will begin to have an inkling… a small taste. “Very well, pet. Close your eyes.” Again your eyes close. Your head dips a bit. “Raise your chin. Keep your head level.” Not harsh. Just reminding. I will take it easy on you tonite as far as discipline goes, but I will keep verbally prodding you to start to remember. Your training begins now. I walk behind you again. Not hiding it, but with a purposeful stride. Time to stop depriving myself. Time to start my indulgence. Time for you to understand what being my pet is all about. I return to my bag to grab a blindfold. I know that I’m going to need it soon. There are a couple of places where I expect you to open your eyes. Once that happens, on goes the blindfold. I put the blindfold in one of my front pockets, easily accessible. I really do not tolerate disobedience and am quick with the rod, but I also understand this is all new for you. Mistakes will happen. ...
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