Memoires of a Dom Ch. 03

I can't stop thinking about Lisa. Her blonde hair hung in wild disarray, as if a comb had long forgotten it. It gave her a bewildered look as she stepped into my office, awkwardly looking around for the first time. Her spectacular blue eyes pierced through my soul somehow, as if she was looking for a moment of clarity in the chaos of her own thoughts. It was in that gaze, so intense yet so lost, that I saw something both fragile and unrelenting, like she was holding on to some invisible thread, daring the world to pull it.

Challenge accepted.

The session was her first time with me, and also her first time doing bondage. She was very shy to get started, but she eventually eased into it as we progressed. Our session began with a lot of talking which helped her relax and feel comfortable. I usually only have one client per day anyway, so it was fine by me to take all the time for her to get familiar enough with me before starting.

At some point she told me that she got my number through a referral from her friend Rachel, who's name I didn't recognize. Though as she described her friend, I realized that she was talking about a former client I knew as Roxanne, a one-timer with an appetite for getting whipped.

'Roxanne' had apparently been an alias to keep some sense of anonymity, most likely. Which was fine, I can't imagine she was the first person to do that, nor the last, I guess. That and ghosting me, which 'Roxanne' also did, but apparently from what Lisa told me, not because she didn't like our session.

Lisa told me what her friend had told her about the session. Apparently her friend had bragged to her about how big an orgasm she'd gotten and how I had fulfilled her every sexual fantasy. Though most of it was true enough, I did sense that her friend Rachel had left out her own insecurities she'd had during her session. From what Lisa told me, she'd make it sound as if Rachel had been the brazen care-free sexual type, where instead she came in with just as much doubts as most of my clients.

I wasn't going to tell. Just like I made sure not to acknowledge her friend's story. Of course, it was just a precaution to not disclose anything that happened with 'Roxanne' to Lisa, as that would clearly undermine the whole confidential and safe space concept that I retained for so long.

But Lisa mentioned herself that her friend was particularly happy with: "The way I had used her body to experience what she wanted to experiment with". And to be honest, I do take a lot of effort to create a safe space for people to come here and have that joyful experience. Hearing about someone bragging that they'd gotten exactly that, filled me with pride.

But after discussing her friend's session, Lisa spent the next half hour of unrelated small talk about the neighborhood. So at some point I politely changed the subject to more adult subjects with the petite woman in front of me. It was now time to hear from Lisa what she wanted her body and mind to endure.

Lisa was clearly quite intelligent and explained to me that she had difficulty enjoying sex because she was overly conscious and thinking too much about everything that was going on during the act itself. Not only that, but she was afraid of getting judged for any kinky acts she wanted to do or even try with the person she was having sex with.

So when she heard her friend tell about seeing a sex therapist, she decided to hire the professional too. Especially after hearing her experience and that I hadn't judged her proclivities and instead just helped her experience new and kinky sex. I was flattered but there was still one question that needed answering.

What do you want to experience and have done to you?

By then, I had learned that phrasing such a question set the bar quite high. Not only that, but clients who actually didn't experience everything in the first session had the tendency to come back. Those who got it all were never heard from.

The trick of the trade was to know what someone wanted and needed, fulfill it to some extent, with the promise of more to come in the next session or sessions. That said, what troubled me was that she came across af if she wanted to get all of her fantasies to be fulfilled while being super insecure about it at the same time.

While she was already talking for some time now, when she started about her sexual desire the conversation took even longer. She struggled to get some of the words out at some point, because she was too shy to say some of it out loud. I literally had to help her along to speak her mind on some of the things she wanted to try. Eventually I got my answers though.

We made a list together, there and then, with all of the dirty things she wanted to have done to her. And boy her list was extensive. It consisted of things like:

getting fucked while being tied up,

getting clamped,

doing anal play,

doing exhibitionism,

doing mummification play,

getting her breasts caned,

getting smeared with cum,

being humiliated,

doing electricity play,

...

The list went on and on.

But at the heart of her desire was being humiliated, utterly and shamefully humiliated. The sexual acts were just the ways to achieve the purpose, I got that much. This, I could work with. No matter how extensive her picture of how today looked like.

She was mid sentence, nervously talking about one of her kinky topics when I interrupted one of her babbling rants. "Ok Lisa, that's enough for now, thank you..," I put on my sympathetic face as I continued. "I'd love to work with you on all of these topics. And I'm also thinking we need to make sure there's enough time to help prepare beforehand for some of the fantasies you'd like to do with me. Because, quite frankly it's simply impossible to fit everything you said into a single session. Your list is simply too exhaustive.." She looked at me as if I switched to a foreign language.

"Let's start with safety." I told her with a stern face. "Safe words are a must. It's a way to stop things immediately if someone feels uncomfortable or something goes wrong. A common system is using 'red' to mean stop everything, and 'yellow' to mean slow down or check in. But you can use any word, as long as everyone agrees on it and takes it seriously."

She nodded so I continued with the next question. "Did you tell a friend about you coming here, and if so, do you need to contact them, now you're here?" She nodded and shook her head. "No sir, I mean... Yes sir, I told my friend Jana but I don't need to contact her unless..." she got beet red as if ashamed to admit she was doubting for it to be safe with me.

"Don't worry, little one. You didn't know me and I'm glad to hear you're taking care in valuing your own safety. I can imagine that it wasn't easy to tell her about me." I put on a careful smile but wanted to keep momentum. "Does she also know what we're going to do in a bit?" I smirked at seeing her genuine shyness when she nodded. An improvised idea started to form in my head.

"Next question though. And I want you to think about it for a second before you answer. Are you ok to be humiliated? Because you didn't mention it, but I have some experience and it sounds to me like that is what you want. So if so, I would like to start now."

Her response took a few seconds but eventually she shyly nodded in affirmation but her face got a questioning look when she spoke up. "Can you tell me what you're planning to do to me? I... I think I need to know."

I had to laugh a little at that, but I tried to keep it looking innocent and hopefully without coming across as condescending."I can't spill everything. But I was thinking of asking for permission for a few things I've got planned anyway. That said, I will ask only moments before I plan on doing it. Because you do know part of the thrill is not being in control, right? If I gave it all away now, it would take the fun out of making you squirm just a little when you don't know what I'm about to do next. So be honest... Do you really need to know?"

She smiled at me expectantly while she mulled it over. But nodded yes after a few seconds. "Some of it, at least. but I trust you." She said eventually. I sat next to her and put my hand softly on her lap when I continued.

"Ok thank you for your trust. You'll come to see that I tend to reward good behavior" I said confidently as I put my index finger below her chin and lifted it to make her look me in the eye. "I would like to start by taking some pictures of you with your phone, so you can look at it when you're alone."

She nodded, accepting, as I continued. "I'm going to humiliate you, also in those pictures, and show how wet you are from what I'm making you do, just to prove to yourself how much you liked it. At some point, I'll even video call your friend Jana, to show her your predicament and the debasing things we've been doing." Even as horror carved itself into her face, I pressed on.

"The only power you have over those things is to safeword out of it, either during or before." I implicitly gave her the opportunity to safeword, or even to stammer objections but she didn't. So I continued.

"So if you want to get started, I will give you instructions on how to hand me your phone in order for you to show me that you trust me enough. Because honestly, we've been sitting here for the better part of an hour and if we don't start now, I doubt you will ever be ready."

I said all this with my dulcet comforting voice, but made sure the tone of authority rang through my words too. After the initial shock, her face was now a bit more plain. But eventually she spoke a simple sentence. "What would you like me to do?"

I looked back at her with a self contained smile, happy to see that I was able to convince her, even if it meant drawing a line. My answer was as simple as it was clear, hoping she was ready for it. "Stand up and fully strip."

To her defense, she said nothing to complain. Still, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as my words began to sink in. But within seconds she stood up from the couch, removed her shirt over her head and revealed her well concealed rack to me.

Her boobs were bigger than I imagined, though still well proportioned to her petite frame. If I had to guess it was a 65C-cup, but truth be told I was more looking forward to seeing that perky ass.

I didn't interrupt her when she threw her clothes on the ground around her. I let her finish her unclothing ritual, which she was trying to use to prove to me how brazen she could be. A clear case of faking it till you make it, if I ever saw one. The last piece of clothing she had to remove was her underwear, which wasn't the least bit sexy.

She hooked her thumbs in her panties, looked at my eyes to make sure I saw her eyes too. And then in a swift motion turned around, bent over with straight legs and undid her panties, giving me a full view of her ass with her pussy lips between her legs as she bent over fully. My dick spurted to life inside my pants.

As she stood up straight again and turned back towards me, ending her little performance. I remained seated. "No, you're not done yet." I said with disappointment in my voice. Her face dropped in disbelief but she didn't quite follow just yet where I was going.

"You made a mess of my floor. Please fold your clothes neatly and put them on the desk when you're done. Make sure that your socks and panties are at the top of the pile and take out your phone. When you're done, go sit on your knees."

She frowned at me for the phone part of the assignment but collected her clothes and started folding them as neatly as a proper maid would've done.

In under a minute she was kneeling next to my desk with a neatly folded stack of clothing with her socks and panties on top and her phone gripped in her fingers, clearly uncertain about giving me her phone.

I just stood opposite of her and inspected her for a moment. "Sit on your heels with your back straight please." She immediately did as was told, while I continued. "Hold your hands open and present to me your phone with your hands held up like an imaginary tray."

As she corrected her posture, her phone was presented neatly. "Curve your breasts out, to accentuate them better. Yes! That's better. Good girl." I complimented as I took her phone from my human tray.

"Now don't move, not even your tray." She stayed in place with her arms in a tray as I opened the camera app and quickly made a picture of her. Though it didn't reveal much, it was clear from the photo that she was naked on the ground submitting something to the person taking the picture.

"Good. Now stay where you are, don't move and wait here while I get you some decorations." She winced when I said that but did not reply. I enjoyed my view for a second. After a second I inspected her nipples up close.

She had beautifully erect and large nipples. If my carpenter's eye was still any good, her nipples were the same size in diameter and perfectly suited for my classy decorations. Then I got up, went inside to collect my pieces of jewelry from the box on one of the metal racks and got back to Lisa a few short moments later.

When I got back she was still exactly in the same position, which told me she really want to stay in character. I got on my knees before her and made eye contact to make sure I had her full attention.

"We've started. So from now on, you only have three choices. Either you do what I say, or you say...?" I raised the pitch in my voice to indicate that I expected her to finish my sentence. She looked me in the eyes and said our agreed safety words;"..'yellow' for dialing down and 'red' for full stop. Sir."

I nodded, letting her know I was satisfied with her answer. Rising to my feet, I stepped in front of her and carefully placed the gold jewelry into her neatly outstretched hands. Her brow furrowed as she examined the pieces, trying to make sense of them. There were clearly two separate items.

One she seemed to recognize, some form of necklace, but she struggled to figure out how its three bands were meant to wrap around her neck. The second piece resembled a necklace as well, though it split into two strands ending in a U-shaped curve. She clearly couldn't identify the use of a small circlet, about 5 centimeters in diameter.

I said nothing as I leaned in to fasten the real necklace of the two gently around her throat, the way a partner might help her prepare for an elegant evening. But this wasn't a gala. She was naked, grounded beneath me, and I reached for one of the metal strands. With my other hand, I cupped her breast, meeting her gaze as I lightly pinched her nipple between my fingers.

It responded immediately, hardening to my touch. I slipped the delicate non piercing metal ring over it, loving the way it pinched her nipple into place. Moments later, I secured the second ring around her other nipple, completing the gleaming adornment that now crowned her chest.

The golden necklace extended a central chain that dropped from the base of her neck, sliding between her breasts before splitting into three finer chains on either side. Each trio connected to the U-shaped ring, now perfectly positioned.

"Now, stand up for me, so I can help you with the rest."

As she rose, I knelt before her, placing my hands on her hips to steady her. I lifted the second piece, a slender silver circlet, and delicately wrapped the fine, almost weightless waistband around her. My fingers moved with care, securing it in place as if it were the final touch in dressing a work of art.

I glanced up at Lisa as I fastened the delicate chain, making sure the silver circlet was centered precisely over its intended target. She let out a soft sigh. Whether from understanding or anticipation, it was clear she now grasped the purpose of the small, ornate ring.

With careful precision, I parted her lower lips and applied gentle pressure just above her clitoral hood. The moment her clit revealed itself, I slipped the circlet into place, capturing it in full exposure while holding her folds slightly open. Just enough for any viewer to notice its centerpiece.

The ring's delicate tension kept her hood drawn back and exposed her clit bare to the air. A delicate chain extended from the bottom of the circlet, trailing downward along her intimate folds, designed to nestle between her cheeks and connect back to the waistband. Now, there was no doubt. She fully understood the intent behind this piece of intricate, revealing jewelry.

I paused to appreciate the view before me. The silvery gold circlet expertly highlighting Lisa's vulnerability, her inexperience on full display. Still kneeling, I leaned in and exhaled a slow, warm breath over her now-exposed clit. A visible shiver ran through her body, goosebumps rising along her thighs.

I couldn't tear my eyes away, but I also knew this was a moment worth capturing. Reaching for her phone again, I took another photo, angling it to capture the glint of the silvery golden circlet and the way her body tensed beneath the cool air. Then I slowly lowered the phone and set it aside. This moment wasn't about documentation anymore. It was about presence, tension, control.

Lisa stood perfectly still, her breath shallow, her hands hanging awkwardly by her sides as if she wasn't quite sure what to do with them. I could see the heat blooming across her chest, a blush rising to her neck, almost matching the color creeping into her cheeks. She was beautiful like this: unsure, exposed, and waiting.

I placed my hands gently on her hips, thumbs brushing the sides of the delicate waistband. I didn't say a word. I didn't need to. The silence between us was thick with intention, and she felt it too. Her chest rising and falling with each breath that seemed to take just a little more effort.

Slowly, I leaned in, letting my lips brush the inside of her thigh, barely a whisper of contact. She trembled and her knees buckled a bit. I moved upward, tracing a slow path with my mouth, my hands steadying her as her legs shifted slightly, her body reacting before her mind could catch up.

When I reached the circlet with my fingers again, I paused. I didn't touch it this time. I just let my breath linger there, watching the way her body tensed under the sensation. Her fingers curled at her sides.

"You're holding up well," I murmured, my voice low against her skin. "But we're only just getting started."

She looked down at me, eyes wide, lips parted in her heavy breathing. Whatever she thought might happen next, she no longer had control over it, and she knew that.

I stood slowly, letting my hands trail up along her sides, past her waist, up her ribcage, and finally cupped her face in both hands. Her lips were soft, trembling slightly. I leaned in and kissed her, a long french kiss to get acquainted.

After a bit longer I whispered "Now we're ready to start." And I smiled. "Please go inside, but make sure not to touch any of the equipment you see in there. Feel free to walk around though." She looked at me with a face like a little girl receiving her gift.

She got up quickly and walked over to the door. She stopped once to take a deep breath. I suspected that the circlet was intensifying the smallest ripple of movement. Eventually, she opened it insecurely and stepped inside, out of my view.

I took her panties and slid it in my upper desk drawer and moved inside behind her. As I entered after her I found her just around the corner looking at my collection of nipple clamps. The display case looked like it came out of an antique store and was showing a variety of nasty looking buggers.

She pulled her attention away from the clamps and noticed the rest of the room. The warehouse had been repurposed entirely. From the outside, it looked like just another small or medium business. Just another industrial space with rusted panels and graffiti along the walls.

But inside, it had been transformed with precision. Purpose. A place designed not only for control and play, but for immersion. Here we had an entire world built around the kind of power exchange that didn't stop at touch.

We walked slowly. She was fully nude except for the jewelry, her bare feet silent on each step on the padded floor. Each step seemed to deepen her awareness of how exposed she was, every breath of cool air across her chest, every flicker of shadow from the overhead lights heightening her vulnerability. The moving air against her exposed clit.

The first row of shelves came into view. The tall, matte-black industrial racks, clean and meticulously organized. Each shelf bore gear sorted by category. Leather restraints in one section, arranged by size and purpose. Soft cuffs even lined in velvet. Sturdy metal shackles. Hoods, blindfolds, collars. Some of the equipment was minimal in design, others elaborate with integrated chains or spikes. She slowed slightly, her eyes wide, trying to take it all in.

Lisa paused before one of the racks. A series of intricate gags rested on velvet trays. A bit, ball gags, O-ring, butterfly gags, a spider gag. She looked at them, then at me. I said nothing, just watched her expression shift from curiosity to wariness and back again.

"You'll get to know them all eventually," I said.

Further along, we stepped into an open area. A kind of stage loomed before her. In the center stood a bondage frame, tall and minimal, surrounded by a few padded benches and suspension points overhead. The air felt different here, as if the room itself remembered every scene that had unfolded within it.

I certainly did.

I let her wander off a bit while I went to find the lengths of rope I needed for the next part. I soon found what I was looking for and got back to my little sub for the day who was eyeing the lengths of rope while she stood awkwardly on my framed stage.

Lisa's breathing had quickened again, though she hadn't spoken a word since we left the first room. She didn't need to. Her body was already giving me every answer I needed: the way her shoulders rolled inward slightly, her eyes never still, her nipples still rigid beneath the metal rings' hold.

I guided her to the center of the stage and knelt down in front of her again and tied a piece of rope around each ankle. I stood up and did the same for her wrists and made double sure the blood flow would not be affected for all her limbs.

Once done, I took a step back and hornily looked at the petite decorated Lisa. She started to move to cross her arms in front of her adorned chest, but before she could, I got hold of the lengths of rope of her wrists and pulled on the ropes to heave her arms open, like a puppeteer would. I shook my head 'no', but didn't make a sound.

Lisa got the message immediately and smiled comprehensively. I took the ropes from her left side and went to a vertical beam a few paces away. I attached the ankle rope directly to the lower part of the beam and connected the wrist rope to the pulley system. As I did, I pulled her left arm up. Surely, by now she understood what position I was about to put her in.

I repeated the same routine on her right side but now I watched her more closely as I was setting the pulleys. I wanted her legs spread, but not put her out of balance by overextending. The same for her wrists, I did want them pulled in a nice 45 degree angle, but didn't want to suspend her. She ended up being spread eagle nice and tight, but not uncomfortable, physically at least.

I left her hanging like that on my little stage, as I stepped away and watched her out of her eyesight.

Five minutes can feel like an eternity when you're naked, aching, and tied down under harsh light with nowhere to look. When I returned, Lisa was looking nauseously horny.

Her arms were held high and wide, her legs spread open, the angles of her body drawn taut in perfect symmetry. Every inch of her was revealed. Every breath she took made her breasts rise against the gold that still adorned her nipples. The circlet still hugged her clit, the chain still glinted as it dipped between her soaked folds, connecting her vulnerability to her obedience.

She turned her head when she heard me approach, but the rest of her stayed motionless. She knew better now.

"Are you aching to be touched yet?" I asked, voice low and close as I stepped into her field of vision.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered.

I circled her slowly. The lights reflected off the mirrors behind her, casting her reflection again and again, each copy of her body just as exposed, just as helpless.

I stopped in front of her and ran two fingers up the inside of her thigh, slowly, purposefully. Her muscles jumped. I reached the chain and tugged it gently upward, drawing it tighter against her clit. She flinched and moaned, her wrists twisting against the cuffs.

"I want you to feel this," I said. "Not just the restraints. The helplessness. I want you to feel the power of being kept like this. Not asked. Not invited. Kept."

I moved closer, my mouth near her ear, breath hot against her skin. "You don't belong to yourself right now. This ache between your legs, this need, it's mine."

She nodded, breathless.

I stepped behind her, out of sight but never out of presence. I ran my hand slowly down her back, following the path of her spine to the curve just above her ass. My fingers slipped between her cheeks, tracing the path where the chain continued to run, pressed against her most sensitive skin, held in place by its connection to the waistband.

She tried to rock her hips. "No," I said calmly. "You don't get to move. You don't get to chase sensation. You receive what I give."

I reached between her legs, brushing the chain aside just enough to press two fingers into her soaked heat. She gasped, instantly arching as much as the restraints would allow. I curled my fingers upward, slowly, deliberately, stroking inside her as my palm brushed her lips.

She was shaking within seconds while my fingers arched inside her. Her legs quivered, the rope around her ankles going taut as she tried to hold herself together. Her moans were quiet, forced through clenched teeth as she struggled not to fall apart too soon.

I didn't mind her bucking hips, she was allowed this much level of control, as it was very limited to begin with. I doubted my playing was enough to get her off. Still fun to play with, though.

Eventually I ceased my finger fucking and pulled my fingers from her. She looked down at me with a frightful glare, probably disappointed that I didn't satisfy her enough. "Stay as you were." I said in a soft but compelling voice, as if she was going anywhere.

She eyed me with a questioning look, but said nothing. Her brain was still registering what was happening to the tied body. Her face was now one big question mark. I got her socks from my other back pocket and balled them together. "Open your mouth for me, dear."

She still looked at me with that questioning expression, but in her defense she still opened her mouth. By now she knew what was coming and started looking at me with a slight fear in her eyes.

"Yes." I answered her unasked questions. "I'm going to put your dirty socks in your mouth, to stop you from talking to me, and most importantly to your friend." I paused to let my words sink in for a second before I continued, right at the moment when shock registered on her face again.

"I'm going to do a lot more nasty things to show you I have complete dominance over you today. And if you are a good little submissive slut, I might even make you cum at the end of our session."

I put my free hand's fingers in her mouth and used it to pull her jaw more open to fit the ball of socks. I pushed it in behind her teeth. It fitted perfectly, without overstuffing her mouth at all. Perhaps her mouth would have fitted a bit more even, given a bit more stretch, but that wasn't what I was going for. It was intended to humiliate her with her own dirty laundry which she would soon be tasting too.

"How is that, my little girl? You can close your mouth a bit now to make it more comfortable. Yes... How do you like having your socks in your mouth? Has anyone done that to you before?" Her red cheeks provided the answers I was looking for, but waited for her response nevertheless. She shook her head.

I stepped in closer, brushing a finger along her jaw, lifting her gaze to meet his. "Lisa," I said quietly, "I want to call Jana now, just like we talked about earlier. Do I have your permission?"

Lisa didn't look away. She held my gaze in shock, her body visibly trembling, but she nodded eventually. Barely. A surrender in motion. She had consented to this when she was clear-headed. Now she was in it. Vulnerable. Owned. And offering herself to be witnessed.

I picked up her phone. I unlocked it by turning it to Lisa, Face ID obedient to her, and now to me.

I settled into the chair directly in front of her, Lisa still in full view. One leg crossed casually, as if this were a business call. I tapped Jana's name and waited for the video call to start.

The line rang once. Twice. Then a voice, curious.

"Hey! Uhh.. Hello?" Jana's voice changed uncertain, after expecting to see her friend's face instead of mine.

"Hi, Jana. It's me," I said, voice calm, controlled. "Lisa can't speak right now. She's... occupied."

There was a pause. A quiet breath on the other end.

"Oh my God," Jana said breathlessly. "Is she...?"

"She's in a wooden frame," I said. "Naked. Restrained. Tied and spread wide. Her body is beautifully decorated in gold jewelry, where I accentuated her most intimate parts. Do you want to see?"

A soft gasp from the phone. I turned the camera around before Jana could answer.

Her voice faltered the moment the screen shifted.

"Wait... what?..."

Her words cut off as the camera revealed Lisa.

She froze, staring. Her breath caught audibly through the speaker.

I quietly showed Jana closeups of how Lisa was suspended in the standing frame, how I had tied her wrists high, her ankles wide, her body fully restrained. The gold jewelry glinted against her skin. Her neck was collared delicate and deliberate, chains drawing attention to her captured nipples. Then I went down to the centerpiece, and her pussy held open and pulled back by the elegant but unmistakably intimate piece exposing her clit.

Jana leaned closer to the screen, eyes wide, stunned into silence, though glued to the screen in disbelief of what she was seeing.

"You can see she's... preoccupied. She asked me to call you and let you know she's having a great time with me." In the screen I saw Lisa shaking her head and making sounds of embarrassed outrage, as I had twisted the truth of what happened. But other than shaking no, Lisa could not explain.

Jana didn't react to that, her words starting slow, as she was trying to process what she saw at the same time she was collecting her words. "Yeah.. I can see that.. I... uhh. Don't know what to say..."

"You don't have to say anything. Just know that, as twisted as it is, Lisa finds all of this incredibly arousing, even if it also mortifies her. The real sting, though, comes later.. Next time you look at her, this moment will be right there in your eyes. And she'll see it in your eyes. That's when the humiliation truly sets in."

Lisa mewled a soft moan in horny agreement.

"I... uhh. Still Don't know what to say..." Jana mumbled from the other end of the call. She shifted in her seat, arms folding tightly across her chest, like she was holding herself together.

"I mean, My God, Lisa. I can't believe you had him show yourself like that. This is so..." she trailed off, biting her lip. "... so unlike you. But also... weirdly... brave?"

A pause. Too long. If I was a gambling man, I'd bet that Jana's pussy was dripping from this live feed of her friend. But curious though I was, this call wasn't about Jana.

"Thank you for that Jana, Lisa will just have to live with the shame. And now I have your attention, I just want you to know that I'm always open for new clients and I'm sure Lisa would be able to give you my contact details, if you want it. Oh and ask her about the pictures I took too. Though you should know, I really only do that when it's someone's specific kink. But I digress. I will just put her on the phone for a second to let you know she's really ok."

I removed the wet socks from Lisa's mouth and mouthed to my petite client to say she's fine.

"... uhh hey Jana. I.. uhh. Oh my God I'm so embarrassed... I'm uhh fine. Sorry for this... we'll speak later okay"

"Sure... My God, you're really..?"

I cut her off before she could say anything more. " You heard her. Gotta go. Thank you for being a good friend. And if your friend's predicament got you horny too, just let yourself go and pleasure yourself. Don't hesitate to send us your pics too. Bye now." I winked at the last remark and pressed the red button to end the call.

I looked at Lisa who was hanging supported by her wrists fully, dumbfounded, eyeing me.

I made use of the moment of her incredulous expression to take another picture of her naked and decorated body. The golden jewelry was perfectly presenting her submission. Her breasts were deliciously decorated by the small chains to her nipple. I shot a few extra pictures just for the fun of it.

I pocketed her phone again and stood closer to her. I slowly started to remove the jewelry from Lisa's chest and after that, I undid the bands on her waist through a side clip too. Lisa let out a sigh when her clit could return to its normal spot, cozily tucked away beneath her lips.

As I was kneeling down I looked up to Lisa "You should be honest to her when you speak to her later... how you didn't complain when I said we'd call her. I can see that a lot of it is the humiliation that is turning you on but apart from that; I think you want her involved in your kinks!"

Lisa looked even more shocked at that. "I... I... you don't know that. You think she would? Ahh, it doesn't matter! I'm just.. I just never imagined you'd actually say these things to her, but I'm NOT turned on by being humiliated.."

Before she could babble untruths any longer I stepped up towards her and put my hand on her spread pussy entrance. A hot and wet furnace was burning under my touch where my fingers could penetrate her openening if I wanted to.

"Be honest, my dove... I'm not above calling her again and show her how much you're lying.." I growled as I rubbed over her entrance, soaking my hand in her leaking horniness.

I dipped my fingers inside her and quickly massaged her g-spot. In response, Lisa threw her head back and exclaimed the horniest little moan I even heard coming out of a sub.

"Tell me honestly, Lisa, that you love being humiliated like that."

Lisa shook her head. And stubbornly said "No".

I pinched her nipple while my other hand pushed in deeper, so deep it might have seemed like I was reaching for her very core.

"Tell me honestly," I said, my voice low and deliberate, "How turned on you got, when I was showing you off to Jana. How I presented you to her, being tied up, gagged, exposed, decorated for our viewing pleasure and helpless for our very eyes."

Lisa shook her head quickly, defiantly, but her body betrayed her. She was panting, lips parted, her breath shallow and ragged.

"No," she whispered, but the quiver in her voice and the heat in her eyes told a very different story.

I twisted her nipple painfully as I squeezed it at the same time. Lisa's eyes were squeezed shut in pain and her face contorted in a soundless scream, but still she did not give in.

"Tell me how horny it makes you right now, being tied up and unable to do anything against what I'm doing to you. How wet you are, being humiliated like this."

I nastily pulled her nipple as I simultaneously squeezed and turned it. Her head immediately shot up to me as she almost screamed her still defiant admittance: "Oh ok ok ok! Yeah, it makes me horny. Yes, I loved how you humiliated me like that in front of Jana too. I fucking love what you're doing to me now. Okay?!

I removed my hands from her nipple and inside her immediately and took a step back as I ruthlessly smiled at her abashed and horny face.

After a second or two, and after staring at her expressionless, I responded by rubbing my soaking wet hand over her nose and I spread her juices all over her mouth and cheeks for good measure.

Of course she tried to move her head out of the way, but tied as she was, there was simply nowhere to turn to. Her face now smelled of her horny pussy juices as if she'd been eating a somebody out, just moments ago.

"Tell me, do you like how I'm spreading your own juices over your face, like an erotic parfum, Lisa?"

She looked at me indignantly but also in guilt. I snickered before she could even speak. "Tell me honestly, now. Do you like the smell of your own secretions spread over your face?"

Lisa looked down as she mumbled something unintelligible. "Speak up for me, Lisa!" I said in a loud tone.

She looked up at me finally and clearly said: "Yes sir, I like it." I smiled at her. "Good girl." I briefly spanked her pussylips softly to underline her submission. A squishy slapping sound filled the warehouse.

She said nothing at that, just looked at me devilishly angry, but didn't voice any more objection. I turned around to ignore her wet face for a moment and went to my metal cabinets to find some new implements to wind her up even more.

I took a few standard lengths of rope and brought it with me. I stepped back up to her and started my next decoration of rope on her body. The room was quiet, the only sound was the soft rustle of rope slipping through my fingers.

I uncoiled and gathered the thin rope at its center, then placed it gently at the base of Lisa's neck, its ends trailing down her chest. I made the first pass and wrapped the strands around her torso, just beneath her breasts, the fibers pressing softly but firmly into the skin. I drew the rope to her back and tied it off at the center, the knot settling gently into place.

From there, I pulled the ends of the rope again across her chest, forming an X-shaped pattern that stretched over her body like an intricate design. I crossed the ropes around her back, crossing again before returning to the front, tightening her chest bit by bit with each pass. The pattern had gradually taken shape, each movement fluid, each knot placed with care.

As the ropes continued to coil around her torso, the harness embraced her body, creating an intricate web of tension that was meant to both secure and liberate. Finally, after one last pass, I tied the rope off neatly, completing the chest harness. Each stretch of rope holding her sexy body firm yet graceful.

Lisa hadn't said a word as I worked on her harness, tying each stretch on her. By the time I was done, she was panting hornily with her mouth open.

I got distracted when my eyes caught a string of pussydrool hanging from my little sub's pussy. So instead I commanded. "Ask me to put my mouth to your pussy and taste you." She looked abashed at me but I could see she understood that this was the only way forward.

"Please put your mouth on my pussy and lick me, sir?" She said, looking at my crotch the entire time. "Look me in the eyes when you're a greedy slut, asking for my attention." I growled, looking for any excuse to have her repeat her humiliation.

"Please put your mouth on my pussy and lick me, sir?" She repeated, this time with her chin as low as she could, but looking me in the eyes nevertheless. Her cheeks were fiercely red when she said it. However more I wanted to milk her humiliation, I also just wanted to taste her. So in answer I went down in front of her on the soft padding of the floor.

Before I licked her, I inserted my middle finger inside her warm and juicy pussy without any warning. Right at the moment her brain realized what was happening and she started to clench her insides, I immediately assaulted her exposed clit with my mouth. A horny moan escaped Lisa's throat as she bucked her hips when I licked her.

Her clit was still swollen and clearly very sensitive from the exposing circlet earlier. It meant that her pussy was almost literally gushing juices as I combined my finger fucking with lapping at her pussy

She tasted sweet, with a mix of salt and sour honey. I inserted another finger to aid in the assault and gently clawed at her g-spot as I finger fucked her.

I stopped my licking for a second and just let her enjoy the feeling of my two fingers inside her warm pussy, as she stood upright in horny captivation. Though she couldn't move from her tied spot, she had plenty of room to gyrate her hips to the rhythm of my fucking movement. I let her have a few more moments of this before I decided to add to her predicament a bit.

I removed my fingers from her and got back to one of the metal shelves for some supplies. I immediately found the headpiece I was looking for and the extra rope to go with it. I walked back to my panting sub adorned with her chest harness and took her chin in the palm of my hand and turned her head to make eye contact.

"Are you enjoying yourself yet, my little Bambi?" I snickered at her annoyed expression washed over her face. "Yes, sir." She answered, though the annoyance was quickly replaced by the expression of submission and horniness.

"Ok, good. I'll be adding a little more discomfort then. We don't want you to leave here with the feeling that it was a walk in the park now, do we?" I asked rhetorically as I continued. "You need to earn your pleasure, and here it means you need to suffer a bit more before the pleasure begins." I chuckled. Lisa just looked at me and didn't respond, so I started tying my leather head harness over her face.

This particular set consisted of a multiple straps that went under her chin and over her forehead to a ring at the top and connected the base of her skull to the back of her neck. Though the harness could also have a gag, I had previously removed it to make sure she could keep speaking throughout this session.

Of course the harness itself wasn't meant for comfort. The reason why I needed it was because of the O-ring at the top. It nicely allowed me to tie a rope through in a few moments, but I didn't tell her yet. Instead, I looped a different piece of rope around her neck.

Lisa's eyes went big. "Don't worry Bambi, it's not going to choke you, because this piece of rope is instead going to pull your neck forward, so your breathing won't be impaired. You'll see. I promised Jana you are safe with me. If not you can say 'Yellow'." Lisa silently nodded affirmation and so I continued to tie a leash on her neck.

Once tied, I took the remaining lengths of rope and pulled it through a secured O-ring in the ground. I pulled on her leash at the front of her neck which made the rest of her body follow, bending over forward, while her arms were slowly being drawn backwards and raised behind her.

Very soon, Lisa was restrained in an almost bent-over position, with every extremity being pulled in a different direction by my ropes. Her arms were pulled behind her and upward, her neck pulled forward and secured through an O-ring in the ground, creating tension that lifted her slightly while her ankles were keeping her grounded and her legs spread.

The positioning of her body being stretched between all those opposing forces, made it look like she was a bird poised to take off, but the ropes firmly held her from taking to the sky.

Her head was hanging forward a bit, and I knew it would be difficult for her to keep her head raised, which was exactly why I had put the head harness on. I took my last length of rope and took it through the ring at the top of her head and secured it to the beam over her head. As I pulled it taut, it raised her chin up, leveling her head again. Although she had some leeway, there was not much movement left for her.

I walked a full circle around my prey, reveling in her predicament. I stopped for a second at her backside and inspected my subject's ass and pussy, displayed open. A big bead of juice was at the entrance of her pussy, leaking her horny admiration of her predicament.

Her breath came shallow and quick, her chest rising and falling with each exhale as I tightened the ropes on her ankles and arms just a little more. The tension in the lines held her beautifully arched, exposed, helpless in form. Her eyes flicked toward me, a flicker of excitement sparking through the stillness of the warehouse.

I stepped in closer, placing a hand on the small of her back, feeling the heat of her skin beneath my hand. Her body reacted to the touch, instinctively, like she was wired to me now.

I couldn't help myself and got to my knees behind her and leaned in as I put my hands on both her ass cheeks to spread them wider. I lapped at her juices with long strokes and smelled her ass as I licked her cream slowly and didn't care where my nose was.

Even though I didn't know her that well, I just knew this position would have normally horrified her. Now, she just had to endure what I wanted her to endure as I lapped at her pussy with my nose up her ass crack.

Her hips shifted slightly beneath my grip, a subtle invitation. I buried my face deeper, my tongue moving in slow, firm strokes, savoring the slick heat of her holes. My hands held her steady, fingers pinching into the skin of her breast as I worked my mouth against her with single-minded focus.

She let out a sound. Half gasp, half moan and arched back toward me. That response lit something in me. I let my tongue trace a messier, wetter path, circling, teasing, tasting both her holes she gave me. Her thighs trembled, and I could feel how open she was, how much she wanted more.

I pulled her cheeks apart just a little farther and let my tongue wander where I wanted, not rushing. She was breathing harder now, her fingers clenched white as I lapped and licked.

Suddenly, I stood up and got to her face and looked her in the eye. "How are you holding up, dear kitten?" I let the question sink for the briefest pauze but before she could answer, I continued. "Because I just smelled and licked both your pussy and your ass and you seem lustful."

She blushed as I mentioned the smell to her but tried to answer, dismissing the restricting harness when she did. "I... I'm good sir. And yes sir, you got me quite needy for you sir."

I just loved how she kept calling me 'sir', without reminding her. In fact, I loved everything about her.

I took her phone from my back pocket again and made a small 360 video around her. She tried to lower her head, but the bindings held firm, tilting her face upward, forcing her to meet the gaze of the lens she couldn't escape. It was under half a minute later when I pocketed the phone again.

Next, I stepped over the leash that was tied to the floor. I stepped up only 10 centimeters from her face and the rope was very close to my crotch. Her eyes couldn't keep contact with mine, but with my fly this close to her face, it was literally impossible for her not to be looking at what was right in front of her.

I reached with my hand and unzipped my fly and finally pulled out my painfully stiff cock in front of her face. As I uncovered my fallus, it semi-accidentally hit her forehead and settled down onto her leash. She tried getting a good look at it, but had difficulty because of the close proximity so ended up looking ridiculously cross eyed trying.

"Ask me if you can suck my cock, Lisa. And ask me to take a picture of you sucking it." Lisa tried looking up at me, but again struggling because of her neck ties restricting her. Instead she stopped trying and gave in. "Please sir, can I suck your big cock and can you take pictures of me?" She asked in the softest voice.

"Yes you can and don't mind if I do, my sexy kitten." I said in a warm voice as she opened her lips and I entered her warm mouth with the tip of my cock. I left it there for a few moments and noticed how she had expected me to do all the movement.

Instead, I just waited for her to try and suck me off. Lisa started with some tongue technique which felt great for a minute or so but soon left me wanting for more. She noticed my unspoken request and tried pushing and pulling against her bindings so she could bob her head over my shaft. Of course, I knew fully well that this wasn't going to work out but let her try anyway.

She got more and more annoyed after some attempts and I started to get worried that she would hurt herself the way that she was throwing her body weight against the rope in hopes of gaining a few centimeters of cock inside her mouth, to no avail.

Her shoulders must have been burning by the additional strain that her predicament was putting them through. But like all true subs, she didn't complain during a scene. Instead, she plowed through. It wasn't the best blowjob I ever had, but that wasn't the intention. I wanted it to humiliate her.

At some point I just put both my hands on her head and did the work for her and started fucking her mouth. As I did, she immediately stopped her rocking and let me take over. Not only that, but she started sucking hard every time I moved out.

I figured this was a perfect moment for a short video again, so I got the phone out again to record her going at it.

As I reveled in bliss, I increased speed to the point where she was barely able to continue sucking. Just a tiny bit faster and she wouldn't have been able to suck me at all and I would just have been fucking her mouth.

I stopped recording again and somehow managed to fumble her phone back to a pocket as I felt that I was almost ready to cum.

I didn't want to blow my load yet, and soon would if we kept this up. Instead I slowed down. "You should stop sucking me now, though I certainly appreciate your efforts." I complemented and used her mouth as a hole for a tiny bit longer. I started taking longer strokes and felt how I hit the back of her throat.

How I would love to try and open her throat with my cock...

Instead of being greedy, I took my dick from her mouth and stepped backwards to zoom myself out. She was panting just as heavy as I was and her mouth was red and her lips were a bit swollen from what we just did.

I didn't want to talk and let her get back in her head anymore, so I stepped over the rope again and got behind her. "Can you come from just vaginal intercourse?" I asked, because despite what men see online, most simply can't. "No, sir." She admitted almost immediately.

I understood and unfortunately retreated to one of my shelves again to find a toy so she could enjoy the next part as much as I would. I quickly found what I was looking for and took the small remote with me too.

I got back to the widely spread legs of my tied sub and got on my knees behind her. "Unfortunately, the toy I have here for you is a bit cold. I'm sorry for that. But I'm sure it will heat up quickly in your pre-heated oven."

I deliberately didn't show her the little U shaped partner toy I had in my hand. I didn't need any lube, she had plenty to go around, so I simply slid the flat half of the toy inside Lisa's hot and leaking pussy.

I made sure to slide it in slightly downward towards her G-spot. The other and outer half snuck nicely against her clit. She'd soon enough discover how pleasurable it's insistant power would be.

I turned it on and with help from the remote put it on a low and insistent hum. Though the remote would allow me to decide the speed and variety versus the inside separately from the outside, I doubted we would need the reach for such complexity.

I had a perfect view of her bent over ass, which was starting to grind against the feeling of the toy intruder. In response, I simply upped the volume to medium of it's humming as I got up to stand behind her with my dick in my hand. I quickly wrapped a condom over my cock as I enjoyed the view of my prey, spread wide and bound before me.

"Are you familiar with this particular toy, my kitten?" I asked to raise awareness to my dominance of her pleasure. "No, sir. But it feels nice." I snickered. "Yes, I can imagine. In fact, I don't need to imagine. Because of its key feature. The toy is designed to stimulate both parties during penetration." And without more explanation or warning I entered her pussy.

As I entered, I felt the flat part of the toy inside her slide alongside my cock as it vibrated happily against her inner walls as it passed my shaft. A long moan escaped Lisa's mouth, followed by claiming I was too big for her. I simply pulled out to restart my next slow thrust. I first went for a few long and slow thrusts to allow her to get better used to my size.

After a few moans from her, each time I bottomed out inside her, and set the beat of our fucking. Again and again my cock slid past the toy, which felt heavenly for both of us.

I was just wondering how long she would last as I felt her first orgasmic spams cought both of us by surprise. Her cries of bliss were somewhere in between moans and shouting, as her pussy clamped her inner walls around my cock.

Though I was ready to come too, I somehow found a mental place where I could continue on in the same pace and fuck her as she was coming down again.

Her body was hanging slightly against her bonds, and she wasn't resisting against them anymore. Though we didn't discuss if she could have multiple orgasms, I could tell that she wasn't done cumming yet. So I continued in the same cadence without slowing down, allowing her to pick up where she left of.

I had my hands classically on her hips, between her legs and lower abdomen, and I used her body to pull her pussy against my cock. Time and time again, over and over, for what felt like minutes. Time flowed as I fucked hear in a steady unrushed pace when I felt the tension in her body ramping up as I felt her on the brink of came again.

This time was different and had much more of a build up. She was gripping me with everything she had. The toy got pushed against the tip of my cock as she pivoted her hips in a way that made it difficult for me to bottom out. She was frozen and contracted in place as all her muscles were pulled tight.

Her wet and overheating pussy, her milking grip of steel, in combination with the toy vibrating against my tip and the sight of her coming because of what I was doing to her made me lose my last shred of self control too.

Before I knew it I pulled out of her and in a single motion unwrapped my cock to blow my load all over her ass and back. Jet after jet of come landed on her as she was suffering the aftershocks from her orgasm and was still gyrating her hips against the U-shaped toy against her clit and G-spot.

Her breathing was still uneven, small tremors running through her body as I removed the toy and carefully untied each rope, my hands steady and patient. The marks on her wrists and shoulders told the story of what we'd just shared. I pressed soft kisses to the places where the rope had bitten into her skin, murmuring quiet words as I went.

"You did so well," I whispered, brushing her damp hair away from her face. "You're safe now. I've got you."

Once the last knot came free, I eased her onto a blanket I'd laid out earlier. I wrapped her in it gently and held her close, letting her curl into me at her own pace. My fingers stroked slow lines down her back, grounding her. She was quiet, eyes half-closed, her body finally letting go.

"Water?" I asked, holding the bottle to her lips. She took small sips, then leaned her head against my chest.

We stayed there, tangled together in silence, my hand in her hair, the warmth between us. Not from lust anymore but from care, trust, and the quiet knowing that she'd given me something real.

She nestled closer, her fingers curling lightly against my chest, like she needed to feel that I was still right there with her. I pulled the blanket tighter around us and pressed a kiss to her forehead, lingering for a moment, breathing her in.

"You okay?" I asked softly.

She nodded, eyes still closed. "Yeah... just floating a little."

I smiled and shifted so she could rest more comfortably against me. "That's okay. You don't have to rush back down."

My hand kept moving slowly up and down her arm, a steady rhythm, anchoring her. She was quiet for a while, then let out a long exhale and looked up at me.

"Thanks for catching me," she said, voice hoarse but warm.

"Always," I murmured, brushing my thumb across her cheek. "You gave me a lot of trust tonight. That means a lot to me."

Her smile was faint, but it was real. I reached over to the side table, grabbed a moist cloth, and gently began to clean her off, not just for comfort, but to show her that she was cared for in every detail.

When I was done, I laid back and let her rest against me again, her head on my shoulder, our breathing slow. The high was fading, but what lingered was something deeper.

Lisa leaned into me, her body wrapped in warmth, but her mind clearly elsewhere. I could feel it in the way her fingers tensed now and then, the way she avoided my eyes.

I touched her arm gently. "You're still thinking about the call with Jana, aren't you?"

Lisa gave a quiet laugh, more like an exhale. "Yeah... I can't stop replaying it in my head."

"What part?" I asked, my voice low and steady.

She paused, then pulled the blanket a little tighter around her. "The look on her face. I was a mess, horny, barely able to speak with my socks in. And Jana could see everything. I mean, not just my body, but me, needy, exposed. And the worst part was that I didn't even try to hide it."

I waited, letting her have the space.

"It was humiliating," she said finally. "And not just in the sexy, 'oh-my-god-I'm-being-degraded' way. I mean real humiliation. I let her see that version of me. I even invited it."

I nodded slowly. "That kind of exposure... it doesn't just fade the moment the call ends."

She shook her head. "No, it doesn't. I keep wondering what she's thinking now. What she'll say next time we talk. What if she looks at me differently?" She looked horrified as realization sunk in.

"Do you regret it?" I asked gently.

Lisa was quiet, then answered in a whisper. "No. That's what's so confusing. I liked it. Being seen like that. I wanted to do it. For you. But the shame... it lingers."

"Shame can live right next to desire," I said. "Sometimes they walk hand in hand. You didn't lose control, instead you gave it. There's power in that. And trust."

She looked up at me, eyes uncertain but searching. "So you really think it wasn't just... a mess?"

"I think it was raw. Real. And brave as hell."

Lisa smiled faintly, leaning back against my chest. "Next time I see her, I'm probably going to blush so hard I might combust."

I grinned. "Probably. But when you do, you'll know that moment was yours. You gave it, you owned it and no one can take that from you.

We didn't need to say much else. Everything important had already been spoken in what she had given and the way I held her afterward.

I shifted slightly so I could look down at her face. "How are you feeling right now?" I asked softly, voice low but steady.

She blinked up at me, a thoughtful look in her eyes. "Honestly, a little overwhelmed. But in a good way."

I nodded. "That makes sense. This was intense. Was there anything that surprised you about how it felt?"

She hesitated for a moment, then smiled faintly. "I didn't expect to feel so... connected. Even when I was tied up and vulnerable, I felt safe. That surprised me."

"That's really important," I said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Was there a moment when you felt especially in control or out of control?"

She thought for a second. "Maybe when you pulled on the leash and I had to bend forward. I felt like I was letting go completely, but knowing you were there made me trust it."

I smiled. "Thank you for trusting me." As I gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, I hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Hey, would it be okay if I kept your panties? As a... souvenir. Something to remember tonight by."

She looked up at me, a small, playful smile tugging at her lips. "You want to keep them?"

I nodded, a little shy. "Yeah. I guess it feels special to have something that was part of this."

She laughed softly, then reached down to the side where the panties rested. "Alright. But only if you promise to take good care of them."

"I promise," I said, feeling a warm buzz at her trust.

She squeezed my hand gently. "Then it's yours."