steelish
06-07-2008, 06:48 AM
This is the beginning of a story I am working on of a young woman's journey into the BDSM lifestyle. This is only the prologue, but if it generates interest, I plan to post it to the stories section of this site.
Wanted
By Steel1Sh
I have been lurking on the BDSM forum website for several weeks now, reading posts from the doms and also checking out what the subs had to say about each of them. One Dom in particular caught my eye and every time I logged on, I immediately searched for any new posts by him. I found out through my research that he was searching for a permanent female submissive and although most of the subs on the site liked him and wanted to sub for him, he was not really “into” any of them as far as I could discern. As a matter of fact, one of his posts stated that he was searching for a “newbie” who had always wanted to live the lifestyle, but had not taken the step to do so. “Ah hah!” I thought, that describes me! I quickly created a simple personals ad for the site; {SWSubF, wants to get into the lifestyle, but too nervous to take the first step. In search of an understanding Dom, willing to take me under his whip and teach me the ropes. If we click, I would like to have a permanent Master/Slave relationship. Signed, hopeful}
I was on pins and needles for days afterwards, checking for replies to my ad every day. My mind played havoc with me; Did I word my ad wrong? Was it too cute? Was it too short? Was it too long? Did I write the correct things to attract his attention? I fretted endlessly about it. I kept getting responses, but not the one I was looking for. Seven days after I posted my personals ad, I came home to a blinking email icon on my computer. Holding my breath, I opened the email – to my great joy, it was from him!; {Greetings hopeful, I saw your ad in the BDSM personals section. I am a Dom in search of a permanent, live-in sub. Fill out the attached form and email it back to me by 5pm this Tuesday. If I find you meet my specifications, I will contact you again. G.}
I downloaded the document and opened it. It was in Microsoft Word and consisted of several pages. It was almost like a job application, but the small print at the end of the document was a contract stating that if I filled out and sent the form back, I was agreeing to servitude for a period of not less than three years, so basically, it was a three-year contract. At the top of the first page was the standard first and last name, address, phone, emergency numbers, age, etc. It even went so far as to ask for medical information along with insurance group numbers and the like. I filled out all the formal stuff and moved on to the actual Q&A portion. Hmmm, some of these were fun to do and some were a bit scary;
Describe yourself. I typed: Dark blonde hair, heart-shaped face with dark blue eyes. White, straight teeth, and full bow-shaped lips; lower lip fuller than the top lip. Measurements 36-23-38. 5’11” tall with a medium length torso, long legs. Shaved pussy.
How flexible are you?; Can you touch your elbows behind your back? Um, with help, yes was my reply.
Can you do the splits? I used to be able to, I could again with some limbering up.
Lay on the floor on your back and raise your legs up and over your head – are you able to touch your knees to the floor while in this position? Yep, I can.
If so, is it difficult to breathe? If I stay in that position too long, it will eventually be difficult to breathe.
If you cannot get your knees to the floor, how far over/beyond your head did your feet go? Well, this one I didn’t answer because I was able to touch my knees to the floor.
Can you stand flat-footed and bend over to put your palms flat on the floor without bending your knees? Yeah, but my hamstrings will hate me for it.
Have you ever done Kegel exercises to strengthen your vaginal muscles? (I was quite proud to put a Yes for that answer).
Have you ever fantasized about getting spanked? YES!
Tickled? Yes.
Tormented? Sure.
Teased? Oh yeah.
Humiliated? The thought of this is ok, but doesn’t turn me on. I guess if my master wanted it, I would reluctantly go through with it.
Raped? Mock rape, definitely.
Does the thought of relentless stimulation turn you on? YES! But it scares me too. I get way too sensitive. (And answering that one just about made me cum).
Do you enjoy anal penetration? Yes, after careful preparation.
Golden showers? Never had one, but the thought of it turns me off.
Scat? Ok, this one I had to look up the meaning of, but what I typed was NO!
Have you ever been tied up? I typed: I have tied myself up many times and fantasized that my “master” had done it.
Have you ever been with another woman? Yes, I have experimented.
Do you enjoy multiple partners? If my master would like me to, then yes.
How do you feel about sex in public places? The thought of it makes me very nervous.
All in all, there were over 200 questions to answer. Believe it or not, I’m still a bit naïve and some of the other questions stumped me more than the “Scat” one so I had to research the terms online to be able to answer them. By the time I was done filling out the form, I was a quivering bundle of nerves with a very wet pussy and the only thing on my mind was to give myself an orgasm. I decided to take the time go over the form again the next day before I send it back to him. My goal now was the to give my body the orgasm it was screaming for.
As I walked to my bedroom I stripped off my business attire. If anyone had been in my house they would have been able to follow my discarded clothing like a trail of crumbs to a prize. My bag of toys came out of the closet and I pulled out my favorite wrist and ankle cuffs. They were a nice buckling leather pair that I had purchased several years ago.
My masturbation frequently included self-bondage, and tonight was going to be no exception. I fastened the cuffs on and then rummaged in the bag once again. The next thing I pulled out was some lube and a medium sized butt plug, which I promptly prepared for my back passage. Sitting on the bed, I drew my knees up and slowly inserted the plug until my sphincter was comfortably seated around the groove by the flared base of it. I pulled the ends of the ties that were always handily attached to the corners at the foot of my bed. I had two lengths of rope, a pair of nipple clamps and my favorite vibrator in my hands as I went and lay down in the middle of my mattress.
Spreading my legs wide, I leaned down and tied off my ankle cuffs. I tested the spread of my legs by scooting back up to the mattress and lay down to stretch my arms overhead as if they were tied. Ah, perfect. The plug was a nice pleasurable presence in my rectum, and I was only getting wetter by the second. Next, I took the ropes that I was going to use on my wrist cuffs and laced the ends though the wrought iron curlicues at each corner on my headboard. I made sure there was enough of the free ends hanging from the corners so once I clipped my wrists to them I would still be able to bring my hands together.
I then took the rope ends that I was threading through the ironwork and had them meet in the middle of the headboard. I tied a loose bow with them and let the slack hang down about where my head would be. Now I placed a small pillow between my thighs and my favorite vibrator was inserted into my waiting and very wet pussy. It was one that not only penetrated, but it also had a buzzer for my clit. I placed the pillow in a strategic position to make sure I couldn’t easily push the vibrator out with my vaginal muscles.
I was still too chicken to go further with it by using a strap to hold it in place. I get extremely sensitive after an orgasm (which by the way always seems to last forever) and always end up finding a way to quickly get the vibe out of me. Now for the painful part – I took the nipple clamps and quickly attached them. (I had started with really mild clips and eventually worked my way up to clover clips, and that’s what I was using now). As soon as I had the clamps in place I clipped my left wrist to the left rope and took the right hand rope in my right hand, brought it over to the left side and held it ready with it’s clip in my left hand. I reached down, quickly flipped the switch on and then clipped my right wrist in place. Reaching straight above my head with both hands, I grabbed the loose rope hanging there undid the bow, pulled on the crossed ends of the rope which pulled my hands further apart and then I wrapped the rope ends around the bed rails that were by each hand. I left the loose rope ends next to their corresponding bound wrists. (This way I could unwind the rope ends and loosen the ropes to get myself free since I could no longer touch my hands together to unclip them).
Now it was time to fantasize! I pretended my master had tied me this way and was watching me. I tried to close my legs and strained against the bonds. My toes pointed as my muscles quivered. I arched my back and loved the bite of the clamps as I moved. I tried to pull my hands closer to my breasts in a mock attempt at getting to the clamps to take them off, pretending that my master was enjoying my frustration as he gazed upon me. I could feel the orgasm start to build, and as usual I chickened out and began to go for the loose ropes by my hands. I grabbed them and started unwinding them quickly; and at the same time, that delicious curl was starting in my belly. My pussy was tingling and I could feel that pressure start to build in my lower back.
(That’s another of my problems – I could no more hold back an orgasm than I could hold back the natural impulse to breathe air. The thought of being able to control my orgasms has always seemed foreign to me. I don’t know how some subs can do it). The orgasm hit like a rocket ship. One second I felt that delicious sensation building as I frantically unwound the ropes, the next I was undulating helplessly, my hands useless claws as I pulled my limbs against all my bonds. My orgasms control me, I don’t control them, which is why I’m afraid to make it harder to escape. I don’t know how I would react if I was forced to take more stimulation nonstop. Would I pass out? Babble? Scream? Curse? Would I become a raving sexual lunatic slut, begging for a cock? Despite my misgivings, relentless stimulation while helpless is my biggest fantasy. Well, evidently I didn’t tie my legs tight enough, as I was able to twist and get the pillow holding the vibrator to move. The relief I felt when I expelled the vibrator was enormous, the stimulation had gotten to the point where I was ready to start screaming. Quickly I removed my bondage and stored away my items. I enjoy my self-bondage games, but I never truly felt completely helpless like I would if I was to be tied up by a big strong man.
The following day I looked over the form and my responses one last time, adjusting a few of my answers. I attached the form to the email reply and nervously sat at the computer for ten minutes, with the cursor hovering over the send button. Finally, I took a deep breath and clicked. There. Done. Now the waiting begins…
Wanted
By Steel1Sh
I have been lurking on the BDSM forum website for several weeks now, reading posts from the doms and also checking out what the subs had to say about each of them. One Dom in particular caught my eye and every time I logged on, I immediately searched for any new posts by him. I found out through my research that he was searching for a permanent female submissive and although most of the subs on the site liked him and wanted to sub for him, he was not really “into” any of them as far as I could discern. As a matter of fact, one of his posts stated that he was searching for a “newbie” who had always wanted to live the lifestyle, but had not taken the step to do so. “Ah hah!” I thought, that describes me! I quickly created a simple personals ad for the site; {SWSubF, wants to get into the lifestyle, but too nervous to take the first step. In search of an understanding Dom, willing to take me under his whip and teach me the ropes. If we click, I would like to have a permanent Master/Slave relationship. Signed, hopeful}
I was on pins and needles for days afterwards, checking for replies to my ad every day. My mind played havoc with me; Did I word my ad wrong? Was it too cute? Was it too short? Was it too long? Did I write the correct things to attract his attention? I fretted endlessly about it. I kept getting responses, but not the one I was looking for. Seven days after I posted my personals ad, I came home to a blinking email icon on my computer. Holding my breath, I opened the email – to my great joy, it was from him!; {Greetings hopeful, I saw your ad in the BDSM personals section. I am a Dom in search of a permanent, live-in sub. Fill out the attached form and email it back to me by 5pm this Tuesday. If I find you meet my specifications, I will contact you again. G.}
I downloaded the document and opened it. It was in Microsoft Word and consisted of several pages. It was almost like a job application, but the small print at the end of the document was a contract stating that if I filled out and sent the form back, I was agreeing to servitude for a period of not less than three years, so basically, it was a three-year contract. At the top of the first page was the standard first and last name, address, phone, emergency numbers, age, etc. It even went so far as to ask for medical information along with insurance group numbers and the like. I filled out all the formal stuff and moved on to the actual Q&A portion. Hmmm, some of these were fun to do and some were a bit scary;
Describe yourself. I typed: Dark blonde hair, heart-shaped face with dark blue eyes. White, straight teeth, and full bow-shaped lips; lower lip fuller than the top lip. Measurements 36-23-38. 5’11” tall with a medium length torso, long legs. Shaved pussy.
How flexible are you?; Can you touch your elbows behind your back? Um, with help, yes was my reply.
Can you do the splits? I used to be able to, I could again with some limbering up.
Lay on the floor on your back and raise your legs up and over your head – are you able to touch your knees to the floor while in this position? Yep, I can.
If so, is it difficult to breathe? If I stay in that position too long, it will eventually be difficult to breathe.
If you cannot get your knees to the floor, how far over/beyond your head did your feet go? Well, this one I didn’t answer because I was able to touch my knees to the floor.
Can you stand flat-footed and bend over to put your palms flat on the floor without bending your knees? Yeah, but my hamstrings will hate me for it.
Have you ever done Kegel exercises to strengthen your vaginal muscles? (I was quite proud to put a Yes for that answer).
Have you ever fantasized about getting spanked? YES!
Tickled? Yes.
Tormented? Sure.
Teased? Oh yeah.
Humiliated? The thought of this is ok, but doesn’t turn me on. I guess if my master wanted it, I would reluctantly go through with it.
Raped? Mock rape, definitely.
Does the thought of relentless stimulation turn you on? YES! But it scares me too. I get way too sensitive. (And answering that one just about made me cum).
Do you enjoy anal penetration? Yes, after careful preparation.
Golden showers? Never had one, but the thought of it turns me off.
Scat? Ok, this one I had to look up the meaning of, but what I typed was NO!
Have you ever been tied up? I typed: I have tied myself up many times and fantasized that my “master” had done it.
Have you ever been with another woman? Yes, I have experimented.
Do you enjoy multiple partners? If my master would like me to, then yes.
How do you feel about sex in public places? The thought of it makes me very nervous.
All in all, there were over 200 questions to answer. Believe it or not, I’m still a bit naïve and some of the other questions stumped me more than the “Scat” one so I had to research the terms online to be able to answer them. By the time I was done filling out the form, I was a quivering bundle of nerves with a very wet pussy and the only thing on my mind was to give myself an orgasm. I decided to take the time go over the form again the next day before I send it back to him. My goal now was the to give my body the orgasm it was screaming for.
As I walked to my bedroom I stripped off my business attire. If anyone had been in my house they would have been able to follow my discarded clothing like a trail of crumbs to a prize. My bag of toys came out of the closet and I pulled out my favorite wrist and ankle cuffs. They were a nice buckling leather pair that I had purchased several years ago.
My masturbation frequently included self-bondage, and tonight was going to be no exception. I fastened the cuffs on and then rummaged in the bag once again. The next thing I pulled out was some lube and a medium sized butt plug, which I promptly prepared for my back passage. Sitting on the bed, I drew my knees up and slowly inserted the plug until my sphincter was comfortably seated around the groove by the flared base of it. I pulled the ends of the ties that were always handily attached to the corners at the foot of my bed. I had two lengths of rope, a pair of nipple clamps and my favorite vibrator in my hands as I went and lay down in the middle of my mattress.
Spreading my legs wide, I leaned down and tied off my ankle cuffs. I tested the spread of my legs by scooting back up to the mattress and lay down to stretch my arms overhead as if they were tied. Ah, perfect. The plug was a nice pleasurable presence in my rectum, and I was only getting wetter by the second. Next, I took the ropes that I was going to use on my wrist cuffs and laced the ends though the wrought iron curlicues at each corner on my headboard. I made sure there was enough of the free ends hanging from the corners so once I clipped my wrists to them I would still be able to bring my hands together.
I then took the rope ends that I was threading through the ironwork and had them meet in the middle of the headboard. I tied a loose bow with them and let the slack hang down about where my head would be. Now I placed a small pillow between my thighs and my favorite vibrator was inserted into my waiting and very wet pussy. It was one that not only penetrated, but it also had a buzzer for my clit. I placed the pillow in a strategic position to make sure I couldn’t easily push the vibrator out with my vaginal muscles.
I was still too chicken to go further with it by using a strap to hold it in place. I get extremely sensitive after an orgasm (which by the way always seems to last forever) and always end up finding a way to quickly get the vibe out of me. Now for the painful part – I took the nipple clamps and quickly attached them. (I had started with really mild clips and eventually worked my way up to clover clips, and that’s what I was using now). As soon as I had the clamps in place I clipped my left wrist to the left rope and took the right hand rope in my right hand, brought it over to the left side and held it ready with it’s clip in my left hand. I reached down, quickly flipped the switch on and then clipped my right wrist in place. Reaching straight above my head with both hands, I grabbed the loose rope hanging there undid the bow, pulled on the crossed ends of the rope which pulled my hands further apart and then I wrapped the rope ends around the bed rails that were by each hand. I left the loose rope ends next to their corresponding bound wrists. (This way I could unwind the rope ends and loosen the ropes to get myself free since I could no longer touch my hands together to unclip them).
Now it was time to fantasize! I pretended my master had tied me this way and was watching me. I tried to close my legs and strained against the bonds. My toes pointed as my muscles quivered. I arched my back and loved the bite of the clamps as I moved. I tried to pull my hands closer to my breasts in a mock attempt at getting to the clamps to take them off, pretending that my master was enjoying my frustration as he gazed upon me. I could feel the orgasm start to build, and as usual I chickened out and began to go for the loose ropes by my hands. I grabbed them and started unwinding them quickly; and at the same time, that delicious curl was starting in my belly. My pussy was tingling and I could feel that pressure start to build in my lower back.
(That’s another of my problems – I could no more hold back an orgasm than I could hold back the natural impulse to breathe air. The thought of being able to control my orgasms has always seemed foreign to me. I don’t know how some subs can do it). The orgasm hit like a rocket ship. One second I felt that delicious sensation building as I frantically unwound the ropes, the next I was undulating helplessly, my hands useless claws as I pulled my limbs against all my bonds. My orgasms control me, I don’t control them, which is why I’m afraid to make it harder to escape. I don’t know how I would react if I was forced to take more stimulation nonstop. Would I pass out? Babble? Scream? Curse? Would I become a raving sexual lunatic slut, begging for a cock? Despite my misgivings, relentless stimulation while helpless is my biggest fantasy. Well, evidently I didn’t tie my legs tight enough, as I was able to twist and get the pillow holding the vibrator to move. The relief I felt when I expelled the vibrator was enormous, the stimulation had gotten to the point where I was ready to start screaming. Quickly I removed my bondage and stored away my items. I enjoy my self-bondage games, but I never truly felt completely helpless like I would if I was to be tied up by a big strong man.
The following day I looked over the form and my responses one last time, adjusting a few of my answers. I attached the form to the email reply and nervously sat at the computer for ten minutes, with the cursor hovering over the send button. Finally, I took a deep breath and clicked. There. Done. Now the waiting begins…