buildingourbdsmlife: Owner - 7 hours before this photo was taken, my little angel and I were in

buildingourbdsmlife: Owner - 7 hours before this photo was taken, my little angel and I were in bed, spooning and looking out the window at the city lights.   At that moment, we could have fallen asleep and our day would still have been wonderful.  At that moment, between waking and sleeping, my little everything turned to me with a little half smile and said, “Wanna fight?”I knew what she wanted, I knew what she meant.  She had recently read a post by @herleadingman called “Fight Night” and it she wanted to play out that scenario.  I don’t think she really expected me to say yes, she has so many anxieties and insecurities that I am very careful with her.  I take things slow, I introduce new ideas and new methods at a very gradual pace.  I doubt she even realizes how much I consider these things.  How often I have the “should I or shouldn’t I” conversations in my head.  The “is she ready for this, have I built our trust enough that this won’t break her?” conversations.  In fact, I didn’t actually say anything, I just acted.Withing seconds she was under me, her arms pinned above her, my hands squeezing her wrists hard enough to make her wince.  She struggled.  She couldn’t move.  I held her down, my strength and my weight making her quickly realize that struggling was useless. You can struggle better than that little princess! I bet I could snap all the bones in your wrist right now.  I thought you wanted to fight?  She did want to fight, she just didn’t understand how futile it would be. Of course, by this point I was rock hard and she was dripping.  I bent her in half, so her knees ground into her face and then I slid inside her.  Now she was in a different kind of a fight.  I was using the full weight off my body, and I am much bigger than her.  Each thrust slammed her knees into her face.  She listened as I told her all of the things that I was going to do to her.  I made it all up on the spot.  That she was going to be bound and used until sunrise.  That I was going to force orgasm after orgasm out of her.  That I was going to take my pleasure from her for hours.  She listened as I gave her pleasure and pain at the same time.  The fight left her then.  She knew, at that instant, that she really was a submissive.  Any doubt that she had left, in the corners of her mind, it was gone. I took the next 7 hours to prove it to her. I cuffed 1 hand to bed but I left the other free.  I stuffed her panties in her mouth and duct taped them into place.  I duct taped her ankles and knees.  Then I left the bedroom and went into the other room, where I keep the “toy chest”.  I didn’t really need anything from it, but I opened every door, rattled every chain.  I wanted her mind to race.  What is he getting?  What is he going to do?  I couldn’t help but laugh.  I think that laugh, in that instant, was the cruelest thing I did to her all night.  That laugh drove home that I was not going to stop this time. I gently tortured her for the next 7 hours.  (Can you gently torture??)  I used tools and toy that she didn’t know I had.  I spanked.  I slapped.  I fucked.  I fucked until I was literally dripping sweat.  She hates that.  She hates feeling gross and sweaty after sex.  I used the Wartenberg wheel directly on her clit.  Her eyes went wide when I went and got a knife to cut the tape from her legs.  Her relief was short-lived when I immediately replaced the tape with zip-ties.  I plugged her ass, I increased the size of the plug, I increased it again.  I found a spot right below the hipbone on her right thigh that neither of us knew was sensitive.  I clamped her nipples, and then released them, only to replace the clamps with clothespins.  I ensured that every muscle would ache the next day.  I put the wand on her clit and forced her to hold it there using her thigh muscles until her legs trembled.  I lost count of the amount of times she came.  Through all of this…the hand that was unbound..never moved.  She could have struggled, she could have tried to stop me, she could have even indicated discomfort.  I noticed.  I reminded her over and over that 1 hand wasn’t even bound.  I spent the night reminding her of how submissive she was being.  How many hours she had left before she had any relief.  I kept up a running dialog the entire night.  She took it all.  When I finally needed a break, and let her up to use the restroom, I picked out a dress for her to wear before I bound her again. A dress that she had never tried on before, because she thought she wouldn’t look good, or that it was too small.  A dress that she had fussed over when I had showed it to her.  She had probably forgotten that she had once told me she would never wear that dress.  I hadn’t forgotten.  She put it on without comment, and she looked stunning.  I almost lost my resolve.  Clothing is a huge fetish of mine, and seeing her dressed exactly as I wanted made me want to waver into romance.  Instead I hooded her.  A hood that had been on her before, but always loose and never for long. This time I sized it to fit and strapped it tight.  I put a heavy chain around her neck and locked it in place.  I cuffed the same hand to the bed.  I told her to display her tits for me, and for the first time of the night, she used her unbound hand and did her best to show me my property in the most pleasing manner.  Then, as the rays of the sun started to peek over the tops of the skyscrapers outside our bedroom window, I took her for the last time.  Both of us exhausted, spent, sore, and happier than ever.   slave- This night I was bound for 7 hours. I have had the fantasy of struggling against Daddy and attempting to fight back for a while, and tonight it came true. I love feeling helpless, fighting back even though I know my much stronger Daddy will take what he wants and needs anyway. The feeling of helplessness was intensified when I was duct taped and gagged. I loved this part of the night the most. I was duct taped over my mouth, around my knees, and at my ankles. I was dripping. I have struggled with coming to terms with my submissive desires for a while, but this night there was no question that I was born to be a submissive. I’m lucky to have found a Dominant that unleashes my most submissive side. When I am in this headspace, there is nothing I wouldn’t do to please him. I love being his. These are the posts I live for. The honesty in them and the story poured out in a way that makes me feel as if I were there. Very luck to call them my friends. Their relationship is beautiful and full of growth and love. You can see it from the posts. Take a look and find the beauty in the pain. -- source link

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