I grabbed my keys and some cash and made my way downstairs to my car. I needed to regain control of myself. I needed to be reminded of what I was. I drove across town to the edge of the city. In a seedy strip mall that had long been forgotten to most, a few cars dotted the parking lot. I whipped behind the building and parked my car. As I walked across the dark lot, I hit the lock on my car and walked inside. The main lobby was dimly lit and three woman sat on their heels, heads bowed in a row by the front desk.
“Mr. Honor. What a pleasure to see you, Sir,” the voluptuous brunette behind the desk greeted me. I nodded politely as my eyes danced over the kneeling women.
“The usual sir?” She asked and my eyes shot up to meet hers. I nodded and made my way back the dimly lit corridor. I was in my element. I felt whole again inside these walls. I stopped in front of door three. A bulb glowed red just above the frame. I took a deep breath and stepped inside. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off, draping it over a bench in the corner, followed by my under shirt. I slipped off my shoes and socks and slid them under the bench as well. I was ready. The door opened a few minutes later and a small framed brunette slipped inside. She was wearing a black see-through teddy and mile high heels. I dropped to my knees; resting on my heels.
“Good boy,” she praised me. I took a deep breath and relaxed. My life thrived on having control and when I felt lost I handed that control over to someone else. It was therapeutic.
She walked around me, her finger running along my shoulders. She traced the lines of the tribal tattoo that wound its way down my arm. “You know what makes a good master, William?” she asked as she made her way to the front of me. I didn’t answer, didn’t look up at her. “You may respond.” I took a deep breath and thought about her question.
“I don’t think I know anymore,” I replied honestly. She bent over and grabbed my chin in her hand, jerking it up towards her.
“Respect,” she said simply and let go of my face. She walked over to the shackles that hung from the corner of the room. “Come,” she said. I rose to my feet and stared at the floor as I made my way to her. She grabbed my left arm and locked it into place above my head. “You respect me as your Mistress and give me control over you.” She grabbed my other arm and raised it above my head. “I respect you and would never do anything to you that you don’t want.” She continued as she clicked the cuff into place. “Not everyone will understand this lifestyle, William, and not everyone is cut out for it,” she explained as she undid the buckle of my belt and slowly pulled it towards her. She leaned in closer so I could feel her breath on my ear. “You are.”
I pulled against the restraints. She noticed and her hand came across my face swiftly. “Is there a problem?” she asked, her voice cold. I clenched my jaw and resisted the urge to respond. I knew she was trying to provoke me. To make me accept my true nature, but I refused. “Very well,” her eyes burned into mine. She let the belt slide through her fingers and onto the floor. She walked across the room to a table full of toys and ran her hand over several of them before choosing a flogger to her liking. It was black leather with metal beads at the end of each tail. She smacked it mindlessly across her palm as she made her way back to me. Her fingers made quick work of the shackles as she freed my hands. “Remove your clothing.”
I slid my jeans and boxer briefs over my hips and let them pool at my feet on the floor. Her gaze fell to my waist as she eyed my cock.
“What seems to be the problem, William? Don’t like the lack of power?” she stepped closer and ran the flogger over my chest and down the ridges of my abdomen, slapping it lightly against me. When I did not respond, she used her free hand to grip me tightly, slowly sliding up the length of my shaft. My body betrayed me and I flexed against her involuntarily. She smiled, proud of her ability to make me hard. Her eyes darted to the prayer bench across the room. “Bend over.” I dared a glance up at her, not moving. She clenched her teeth and lowered her voice. “Take your punishment like a good little bitch or I will use the cane.”
I narrowed my eyes but walked to the bench. I would not give in. I folded my body over the leather top, resting my hands above my head. Her heels clacked against the tile floor as she followed me.
“I never realized what a pussy you are.” I gripped the edge of the bench until my knuckles turned white. She brought the flogger down swiftly across my backside in three quick motions. A low growl resonated from my chest and she stopped. “What seems to be the problem?” The flogger came down again, this time with more force.
My mind went blank and I flipped over, grabbing her wrist before she could strike again. A hint of a smile played across her face as she fought to regain control. I backed her up to the four-post bed and pushed her backwards, landing hard on top of her. There was no denying how much I enjoyed the power as I pressed against her inner thigh. I gripped both her wrists with one hand above her head as I reached between us and ripped the black lacey fabric of her panties.
“I knew you had it in you,” she smirked with pride.
I squeezed tighter on her hands as I pushed hard against her entrance, sliding inside her with one forceful motion.
“Now I’m in you,” I thrust again as she moaned loudly, throwing her head back in pleasure. She wrapped her legs around my waist to allow me to go deeper. Her heels dug into my ass as I thrust again. I slipped my free hand around her throat, squeezing as our bodies bucked against each other.
Her walls tightened around me, gripping me from the inside. She whimpered as her release came. I found mine moments later, collapsing on top of her.
I grabbed my clothes and got dressed before heading back to my place.
I felt renewed and as if I had a better grasp on whom I was again. Seeing things from a sub’s perspective made me a better dom.