Owning A Man

so delicious

The days were floating by like a rock in space. I went to work, he did his chores. And then repeat. There was nothing significant on my schedule. The hours blended together like a cookie recipe.

At some point an old friend of mine, who owned a company right by wall street, told me about a bar. Where women had their men on a leash. And men had their women above them.

I dressed him up and dragged him to the bar. He didnt resist at all, like usual. His eyes were wide open. Like a child, curious to see the paintings on the walls and the women in leather.
I was curious as well, i had been on a bdsm bar before. But not a bar like this.

This place was rather sophisticated.

There was a limit to how much you could drink, and there was ropes on the counters. I noticed the sign to a kinky backroom. I took him to the room while studying his fearful expression. Gently pulling away as i dragged him by his collar.

"What will you do to me mistress?" He asked.

"Shut up, and bend over the table "

I left the room, and in my side view i watched him obey by my words. I manage to find a whip and a strap on. Time for some fun.

I tied him to the table in front of him. Each limb on each leg of the table. He watched my ever move, smothered by anticipation.

"Please be gentle" he asked me.

I gently tapped his butt with my whip.

"I didn't apologize for nothing, you know i hate apologies" i said.

He seemed to relax a bit. And i continued with my play.

He kept yelping pathetically at every whip. He twitched and moved around. And i punished him for that by whipping harder on the vulnerable parts of his skin. That caused him to move even more, which would be a perfect excuze for me to abuse him some more.

"You look like you're in a lot of pain, slave?" I said, not expecting a reply.

"I am" he answered.

"Good" i said. And smiled.

He kept yelping. Soon his yelps developed into whimpering, and the whimpering into muffled whining. He twitched even more. And i beat him for it, even harder than before. At one point i noticed him lowering his head. Which made me curious enough to walk over and lift it up.
He was crying.

How pathetic.

And i could see the obvious embarasment on his face. However he didn't try to turn away. Knowing it would cause another relentless beating. Instead he gave me a sad face, and closed his eyes.

I kept whipping, for another 20 minutes.
Then i got bored.
Time for the strap on.

I lubed up with water. Hoping it wouldn't be so painful that it had to stop our play. He was tense and nervous, i knew he wasn't used to it. So i took it slow.

I ran my fingers over his back for some comfort. And he tensed down a tiny bit, but not nearly enough.

However he still let me go on. And seeing him so tense almost turned me on.

He was silent during the whole ordeal. So it wasn't any fun. I whipped him a bit in the end just to forget how boring it was to fuck him.
Then i untied him, and he went to buy me a drink.