The EPIC story of Little One`s journey into submission. A true life story of self-discovery brought about by her own past where she was brought up by a heartless and controlling mother and a spineless father. Through events in her life, Little One discovered BDSM and entered into a world of bondage to reconnect with her desire to live and, more importantly, to move out of her Masculine and into a more balanced, surrendered Feminine - culminating in her finding her present `Daddy`.
A gripping, life-changing story, written from the perspective of the submissive female. Includes whips, bondage, mind and physical control regimes, and public displays of submissive training.
EXTRACT
Looking straight up into his blue eyes, I realized that I was on my
own and for all intents and purposes, there was nobody else in the
whole wide world there but him and me. He takes my cardigan from my
shoulders and inspects me, saying more to himself than to me, `My,
don't we look like a little slut tonight?`
I shudder deep within as my whole body responds to the soft tones of
his voice. His fingers begin to caress my over exposed breasts and I
can feel my nipples harden at his touch. He moves silently out of the
range of my vision and suddenly I feel him securing a collar around my
neck. With a sudden intake of breath, I wordlessly protest. He asks
me if there is a problem and I stumble on my words as I explain that I
did not expect this sort of treatment. He laughs quietly and proceeds
to tell me to release all my expectations and what the rules of this
session will be. I hear him tell me that for this evening, he is my
Master and that he is operating under the direct orders of David, my
Consort, Lord and Master.
He takes the key to the handcuffs which David had given to him and
unlocks one of them so that he can remove my red, lacy top. I stand
trembling before him with both of my breasts naked and exposed and
wait silently as he once again locks the cuff to my wrist, only this
time my hands are in front of me. He begins to undo my belt and unzip
the front of my denim skirt and he is pleased to see that I have
obeyed his command by not wearing any panties.
At this point, I thought to myself, `What would he have done if I had
worn them? Probably not much...but who knows?” I did not have much
time to ponder this question, because he slipped my skirt down over my
heel clad feet and, kneeling before me, began to remove my shoes. The
sensation of him, my new Master, removing my shoes was very arousing
to me and he somehow senses this arousal, because he allows his
fingers to trace a delicate movement between my legs and announce that
I am one very horny Bitch!
I am shocked that my body continues to betray me at this level and
that I do not have any control over my prolific moistness. I tell him
that I have been like this since the Jade Goddess Retreat which both
Lauren and I had attended together just after the little cruise around
the Inner Harbor and that it is not my fault. The Master does not
listen to my excuses and reasons why and leads me slowly into his
inner sanctuary. I had been there once before, only it was with my
lover and husband's lover...the circumstances were so different then.
David was a Voyeur participating in the play of his two women with
Master Dominic and, he even took part in some of that play. Now,
there was no one there, save me and my Master and there was no one
there to act as a buffer between him and myself.
For me, this was a venture into the unknown. It was deliciously
scintillating and strangely erotic. I had placed myself into his
hands, in total trust that I would not be unduly harmed or hurt in
this process and for me, that was an incredibly scary place to be.
He tells me to sit down on the pillows in the corner and contemplate
the awaiting events of the evening. My mind is spinning out of
control in a whirl of thoughts, wondering if I should actually be
there and whether to evoke my ‘safe word’. I decide that I am one
tough cookie and that I am up for whatever my Master offers to me and
therefore wait expectantly.
Master helps me rise to my feet and instructs me to sit on his
`Table` and then to lie on my back. I comply and as I lay back, he
comes very close to my head and whispers even more commands and
directives. As I gaze into his eyes, I realize that I am his captive
and his slave and that his wish really is my command. He asks me to
say aloud my ’safe word’ and I am immediately gratified to see his
delight in my remembrance of it. He tells me that I am not to touch
myself without his permission. He tells me that I may make any
reasonable requests, however he is the one who will decide if he will
grant those requests and then, only at his pleasure. He disappears
for a moment and returns to place a blindfold on me...I protest and
tell him I do not need this. I can keep my eyes shut if that is what
he wishes. He does not agree and tells me this is his wish.
Master begins to caress my body with his lips and his fingers. He
touches me with articles I am not familiar with. Like a trained
Physician, he constantly checks my state of arousal and makes
disgusting comments about my dripping level of wetness. I am
horrified that he can produce such an ardent response from me and all
I can do is lay there in breathless anticipation, waiting for his next
surprise move.
I do not have long to wait, although when a Submissive is blindfolded
and handcuffed in the Master's inner sanctum, she begins to lose all
track of time and dimension and so I really cannot tell when it was
that he actually began to smack me with his open hand on various parts
of my body. He would pause every so often, to flick and pull on my
already hardened nipples. When they had reached a certain degree of
erection, he began to apply clips to both my breasts and nipples. I
thought I would scream out loud as these vicious implements bit into
my tender flesh and my safe word nearly crossed my lips. But as I
relaxed into a ‘zone of unreality’, I found the pain increasingly
arousing and erotic.
As he pulled me back to the present, I suddenly felt Master's hand
come crashing down across my pudenda and was once again, deeply
shocked that such treatment as this could produce a renewed and
unrestricted flow of juices issuing forth from me. How many times he
smacked me there, I could not count for I was lost in the aliveness of
sensations and the next thing I knew was that he was asking me if I
had knowledge of what it was he was slowly draping across my skin...he
demanded that I smell it...that I even taste it...he demanded an
answer and I fought for control...what he possessed in his hand felt
like a multi-tailed suede whip and felt delicious against my naked
breasts. Did I dare tell him what I thought it was? Instead I
insisted that I had never before experienced this kind of punishment
and wondered aloud at the purpose he would put it to...I did not have
long to wait or wonder because suddenly and without warning, I felt
its stinging blow across my exposed flesh.
So aroused was I, that I brought my bound wrists down to give some
relief to my demanding Yoni, forgetting his earlier command. I hear
him tell me to remove my hands...I ignore him...he tells me once more
and instructs me with the admonition that he will not repeat himself.
I swallow deeply and choose to submit, albeit at my own pace, which I
realize I get away with in his presence. I then bring one of my legs
up to at least give some massage and pressure to my burning clit, but
again I am foiled in my own ministrations. Master says aloud that he
sees that he must deal with this new situation and immediately applies
soft leather restraints to my ankles. I beg and plead with him not to
do this and he totally ignores me and proceeds to attach the
restraints to some hidden part of his table. I am truly at his mercy
and deep within my being, I know this is as it must be.
Master then inserts his artful, pleasure giving fingers deep inside
me and brings me to one orgasm after another as he continues to rain
blow after blow upon my naked body. In my whole life I could never
have imagined that I would reach multiple orgasms during a systematic
flogging of my flesh with a suede whip...such a delicious sensation
and one where words totally fail to adequately describe.
