A Quick Question About Domination Fantasies

[Katmandu]

I agree with you....this is simply a very interesting debate, and .....
Let the intellect flow! Full ahead! Politically correct be damned!!!!

[allalone46]

Can anyone tell ther fantasie? Mine are of both asian, and black womanm and yes I am caucation, but there it is. And thay have to do with vary painful suspentions, and human/animal training, and bondage, and mumifacation.

[jaeangel]

i hear the door open behind me, but i do not turn to look. i know it is Master. He had earlier ordered me to go to His room, wearing only my collar and the chain leash attached to it; and on the bed i see the padlock and small brass key. i carefully picked up the lock as i wound the end of the chain around the bedpost until i have barely six inches of chain from my collar to the post. Then i locked the padlock into two links of chain, securing it so that i cannot pull more slack, and place the key on the tongue i thrust outward. Per my Master's orders, of course.
He comes in, and surveys my position. i am on my knees, the back of my head resting against the bedpost, my tongue holding the little brass key that goes to the lock between me and my freedom. He pats my shoulders gently. 'Good pet." i flush with the praise as he takes the key from my tongue. "Now pet, you understand I have had a bad day at work, and therefore will treat you savagely tonight. The last time we did this, you were marked for days, which you did not like. I gave you the choice; retire to your room and stay there the night so as to be out of my way, or present yourself for punishment if you wish to be the receptor of the treatment I choose to mete out. By doing this you have just signaled to me that you are willing to be marked by me tonight."
i nod. Of course. i love my Master; i would rather be whipped brutally by Him than be banned from His presence for the entire night. "Yes, master," i whisper. i am afraid of the pain to follow; but being apart from Him would be worse.
"I will not leave you entirely without an outlet though," Master continues, shrugging out of His satin dressing gown and laying it across the bed. Oh, how i wish i could reach out and touch it, caress it, hold it against my face and breathe in the fragrance of His cologne...but it is out of my reach, and He has not given me permission to do so. "Do you remember our safeword?"
The safeword. i have never had cause to use it. What was it? Oh, yes. "Mercy, Master," i whisper. "O/our safeword is 'mercy'."
Master strokes my hair, which is gathered into a long braid down my back and draped over my left shoulder. "I am pleased that you remember it, pet," He says, taking off his silk pajama shirt. He is now dressed only in the matching pants, and i can hear him open the closet door behind me. The hinges give that pecuiliar squeak. i hear a jingling, which i recognize as my handcuffs, and He comes to the bed. On the post is a hook. He places the hadcuffs on the hook, and of my own accord i raise my hands, waiting for Him to close the shackles around my slim wrists. He does so, and the metal is cool against my heated flesh. i am already beginning to swet, a fine sheen of perspiration filming over my skin, from anticipation.
Next is the spreader bar, which goes between my knees to hold them open. Master positions me so that my feet are under the bed, and my belly, my breasts and oh-so-vulnerable sex open to the kiss of the whip He is holding. I arch my back, offering my 36b tits and gaping brown-pink slit for His punishment. My golden skin, a shade lighter than most Asians because of the caucasan father i never met, glistens with the sweat. i know He likes the sight of my skin thus moistened with the sweat of fear, a fear He has instilled in me, and the sweat of desire. For i desire this, i want the feel of His lash marking my skin with tokens of His attentions to me.
"Beautiful, pet," he says. The leather thongs of the whip run through His long white fingers, so capable of giving me unimaginable pleasure as they are capable of giving me indescribabe pain. "I will whip your breasts and cunt. You need not count; I wish to hear only your sobs and screams." He raises the whip, and i tense for the first blow.
I'll continue this in my next post...

[jaeangel]

He raises the whip, and my eyes close. i don't want to see the lash descending. i want everything to be completly up to Him, as it should be.
The lash descends on my upper chest, above my stiffened, erect, crinkly brown nipples and full breasts. i open my eyes, and look at the red line of fire it has traced across the tops of my breasts, and close my eyes as i gasp out, "Thank you, Master, for using your slave!" And then there are no more words. He is pleased with me; the next two blows are lighter; but the fourth blow, right across the erect tips of my nipples, is so hard it wrenches a scream from my lips. i hear Master's intake of breath, and i curse myself for my lack of control. Master dislikes extra noise. i am to remain silent until i really cannot control myself any longer. This is understood.
So i clamp my teeth shut, keeping myself arched upward for each lash as they fall, successively, harder and faster. Some distant part of my mind is keeping track of the number of blows, although Master has told me i need not count. i have taken twenty so far, spread between my belly, breasts, and upper chest. The reason for the short chain is clear; it keeps my head tilted back so the lash does not strike my chin. i am grateful for this small consideration.
He has not yet struck my cunt, although my thighs are strained wide to provide an easy target. i guess He is going to save the cunt lashes for last, as is His custom. And i am not surprised. When i am so aroused from the pain that my thighs are slick with the juices dripping from my gash, He switches his attention to the glistening flesh. His first lash is so hard i must scream; this is allowed. i have never been able to be silent when He whips my cunt.
With each fresh blow my sex flesh swells. i can feel my swollen clit poking out from its hood, but Master does not hit it until my entire groin is a mass of pain. He even aims the underhand blows so that the thongs curl up behind me and slash into my lower buttocks. When I am screaming and writhing as much as i am able, in my bondage, he aims the last few lashes directly onto my clit. i scream, quite loudly, as my overstimulated clit jerks under the impact.
Master throws the whip aside and releases my hands from the handcuffs. He releases the spreader bar and twists me around, forces me onto my hands and already sore knees, disregarding the way the collar, still chained to the bedpost, digs into my throat and constricts my breathing. Not all the way; i can still get air into my lungs, although it is difficult. He positions himself behind me, and i feel His erect cock prod at my dripping hole. "Fuck me," He hisses into my ear. "Fuck your Master, slave!" i lunge backward, my stroke limited to how far i can stretch the chain, and impale my swollen, abused cunt on his hard rod. i groan in pain and pleasure. "Master, please, your slave needs to cum...i need it, Master, i want it...please..."
He witholds His permission as i groan and cry and pump myself furiously on His shaft. i feel His cock get harder, and He shudders, and then He cries out, "Cum for me, slave! Cum with your Master!"
I need no urging. The pain of the flogging and the pain of his cock delving into my abused sex have driven me so close to the edge i only needed His word to cum. And cum i do, stars exploding behind my eyes as my air is cut off. i can't breathe...and i don't care. All i want is to get Master's shaft as deeply into my cunt as possible, burying Him in me so that we are joined together in one mass of panting, sweating, straining flesh. i feel the heat of His cum filling me, and that is the last sensation i take down with me into darkness.
i awaken as his hands close around my throat. The collar is gone, the chain is gone, and instead there is only His hands, applying some sort of cooling salve to the raw marks where the collar strained against my throat. "Are you awake now, pet?" he asks gently, in direct contrast to the hard, punishing blows he has delivered only minutes before. i nod, not trusting myself to speak, and instead i turn my head to lick His hand, as a dog will lick the hand of its master. He accepts the gesture as i meant it to, a gesture of thanks for His consideration in tending to my neck. i raise my hands, to apply the salve myself; He doubtless has other things to do. He pushes my hands down and finishes applying the salve, then lifts my slight weight easily in his arms and places me on the bed. He tucks the heavy, comforting ccover over me, and then slides into the bed behind me. As i begin to get drowsy, i hear Him whisper, "I love you, my pet." i snuggle closer into His side, enjoying the warmth, and drift off to sleep.