The Room

Inside of me. There is a room. To me it looks like a medieval torture room. There is a stone table with chains and shackles in the center, with some blood stains on it. On one wall is a wooden X with chains and shackles attached to each end of the X. Those chains are adjustable to accommodate different sizes of people. Standing freely is a stockade where a person’s head and hands are held while their body is bent over, clearly leaving a person’s ass exposed to whoever put them there. There are more chains and shackles on the walls. On one wall by itself, and separate from everything else, are the tools. There are at least five different types of whips. There are paddles small and large, wood, leather, and felt. There are also a few blades and needles, all shiny and sharp.

What stands out on this shelf of tools, are the feathers and the dildos. So many different penis shapes, some that appear impossible, or possible like they may have been modeled from a demon. Some that seem far too large to handle, and some that are perfectly normal size. There are plain ones, and some that vibrate. Among them are egg shape, pen shape, and bullet shape vibrators. There are nipple clamps designed to squeeze, and if you look carefully you will see nipple clamps with needles that pierce as they squeeze.

One last piece of furniture adorns the room. A sturdy chair made of well worn wood and leather.

The room smells of wood, leather, sweat, a slight sharp tang of blood, and most of all it smells of lust, pure musky lust and sex.

There are only two kinds of people who enter this room. One is the master of this room. He is Prince, or he is Sir. To those who submit to his will, he is Master. The only others who enter this room are those who are willing. This Dom does not take any unwillingly.

I have not been myself lately. It is time to open the door to this room. The Dom may be sitting in his chair relaxing and waiting. He may be checking all of his “tools” to make sure they are ready to be used when the next willing person comes to give her pleasure to him.

It is time for the person I have been to step back and to let this Dom step into place.

I pull your hair, pulling your head back so that you look up into my face. I gaze into your eyes so you see steel and hardness in my green eyes before I allow my lips to touch your flesh.

My Dom and My Sub Part 1

I am not a submissive. I find no pleasure in being tied down, punished, brought to pain, or humiliated in any way. So this is not in any way about someone who dominates me.

I have a Dom inside of me though. For a long time I did not know this. I was always too shy, too uncertain to be dominant. Then recently, it changed. I found him inside of me. I call him my Dom. When he wants to play he takes charge, he becomes the man, and he will not accept anything less than his will being done.

I have known Zoey for years. We met sexually. Life separated us, but we remained friends. We came back together, sex returned with our presence. Zoey likes my Dom. Very much. So much so that she is becoming my sub. She submits to me when it is our pleasure, but she is submitting more and more, thus she is becoming my sub.

She came to me one afternoon. Before coming to me she had said something suggestive of spanking me or perhaps something close to that effect. I do not recall it clearly. What I do recall was that my Dom was in charge. I would not accept being told what to do, or accept being offered any punishment. I was the one in charge, and I was the one who would deliver punishment as warranted.

I instructed Zoey to go to the bedroom. It was an order even though it did not sound like an order. Once there she began to undress, but I stopped her. I didn’t want to watch her undress. I wanted to undress her myself. I did. I removed her clothing one article at a time with pauses for me to kiss her lips, her throat, her back, and her shoulders. I held her in my grip with each kiss, and each article of clothing removed. I kept her under my control with my hands and my mouth.

I made her wait while I undressed, then took her in my arms gave her a bruisingly hard kiss on the lips. We were standing beside the bed kissing. My hand moved up the bare skin of her back and I grabbed a handful of her hair. She loves so much when I pull her hair. I swear she could have an orgasm just from the feel of me pulling her hair. Her head pulled back, my mouth went to her neck. Sucking and biting the sensitive flesh and driving her wild with desire.

I pushed her back to the wall and pressed her hard against the wall while I kissed her. Then I pushed her down so that she was kneeling on the floor. She knew exactly what to do. She sat before me and sucked my cock into her mouth. And what a talented tongue she has. She knows how to lick the sensitive spots and to suck me into her mouth. I told her to show me how much of my cock she could suck into her mouth. She showed me what I wanted to see.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to the wall. She was held there unable to move and I fucked her face. She had shown me what she could handle and I carefully gave her as much of my cock as she could handle. I knew this was her fantasy, her desire to be used by me, and I used her. In my mind, I still had more ideas for how I would use her for our pleasure.

To be continued in My Dom and My Sub Part 2