"Dominant Break" (Mf, dom, bond) My desires do run a little different than what some consider "normal". Yet I'm not alone, a large underground full of people are into my own kink. Normal, everyday people. With middle-class families and kids, yet their desires do also run very slanted. Yvonne was such a person. Her life was what I would call "regular", at least the little I knew about it. To tell the truth I'm not even sure if Yvonne is her real name? I had only met her upon the busy rush-hour transit an hour ago. And here she was standing in my basement. With amusement I watched her look around at the toys and articles of my kink. I watched her moist tongue lick along her already moist lips, a very arousing sight. Her hands kept clenching and unclenching her briefcase, which was also crossed before her as a if it was a shield. I enjoyed her nervousness and uncertainty. It was my game. Yvonne was dressed very business-like, yet I had no idea what she did, nor did I care. Tonight would be for pleasure not business. "I don't think I could do this." She said, her eyes unable to come off one wall, which I called the "dungeon" side. I gave no reaction nor did I deny her exit to my hideaway. The ground rules were already set before she had stepped into my house. She could leave any time, and I will not object or stop her. But while she was down in my basement she was mine! We were strangers, I assumed her desires were stronger than her common sense about strange men on transit trains. Why else would she be here? Many of my new women were exactly like her. Yvonne was a lost flower in the wind and I am about to grasp her into my firm grasp. If you had not guessed it by now, I am a dominate(dom) and Yvonne was to be my current submissive(sub). My "slave" if you will! I gave her time to look around. Knowing, that waiting for my first order to be given was harder than the actual execution. Not for all, of course, but the unknown sub was very nervous. Action may or may not cure that. Did she have a husband at home? Perhaps even waiting for her? I didn't care. "Take your clothes off Yvonne." A simple statement, spoken quietly and an air of non-compromise. The sub took a deep breath then dropped her briefcase to the floor at her feet. She turned around towards me and brought both hands to her throat to unclasp the broach pinned there. The game was afoot! I leaned back against a wooden work horse, sanded down for special uses, and openly admired the small woman. The one piece dress took very little time to fall to the floor around her ankles. Her shoes, hose, bra and panties followed. She finally stood straight determined to continue with the game, daring me to look upon her nakedness. "Let your hair down and take your earrings out." A little surprised she pulled out the gold studs, the hair clasp also was undone very quickly. Few people can stand naked in a warm damp dungeon and not feel just a little nervous especially with a stranger watching minutely. I let the silence hang for almost three minutes, while I scrutinized her body. The hard nipples, the full bush between her legs were complimentary in terms of what was to come next. She was a tiny woman, with small round face and a cute small nose. The smile she wore when she first came down my stairs was gone, now she bit the bottom of her lip. "Turn slowly," she followed my directions, and I saw her small tummy, her round buttocks, "stop." Her back was facing me. I was presented with what I considered one of the most attractive features upon a woman. The buttocks and legs. Both of which were very attractive upon this lady. I considered asking her to bend over to allow me a formal view, but dropped it when she began to speak. "I don't w..." I snapped, "Quiet!" After a deep sigh I explained, "as a slave you don't speak without permission. Do you understand?" "Yes." Her voice was quivering slightly. Excellent! "You will address me by my the name, Earl. Again do you understand?" "Yes Earl!" She sounded determined. This was the part of my program where a woman will have second thoughts and leave. I half-expected this early thirtyish woman to do just that. She had a strong will, but as a dom I know they were also the most fun to break. I again appraised her backside for a full five minutes, until her body was trembling beyond control. Her torso was shivering as if chilled. What to do with this lady? "In front of you slave is a rack, take out the leather stick with the straps attached to the end." She walked over and returned, her eyes wide and looking upon the horrifying object. Yvonne was an intelligent woman, she knew what the object was for. She stood in front of me and I took the cat from her hand. "Don't move." Still leaning against the horse I pressed the hard tip of the cat into her body. The butt rubbed along the round soft cheek to her chin. Then down to her chest and up the firmness of her breast. I took my time with everything, knowing the pleasure for both of us will be easily compounded the longer we waited. She shivered very violently as the hard end flicked her tight hard nipple. I didn't tarry but continued down her smooth white skin to her belly button. Again I left that area and ventured to her waist and hip, running up and down the marvellous contour. The butt ran along her skin to her knee where it quickly slide to the inside of her leg. I watched her face as the end of the handle ran up along the inside of her thigh, the extremely soft and inviting skin shivering against the hard leather. Yvonne bite the bottom of her lip, her eyes closed awaiting the inevitable. I didn't press it to her sex, instead I flicked her thick curly hair with it. Only for a second, let her have a taste and she will come back for more. "Turn around slave." She did, her muscles quivering so much that it seemed difficult for her to follow my instructions. Very gently I placed my palm upon her round right buttock that faced towards me. "You are a very attractive lady Yvonne," she of course didn't say anything, my hand working up into the crack of her bottom, "yes, you are a very exciting slave." "Thank you Earl." She had added the perfect amount of humility to her statement, simple perfection for a sub. "I'm going to punish you slave." "Thank you Earl." Her body quivered violently again. I stood up from the polished horse and grunted for her to bend face forwards over it. Very quickly her wrists and ankles were tied tightly with an expertise that would not damage the attractive skin of this woman. I had done this before! A male dom has to remember that his sub's are still woman, that they still enjoy the delights of other woman. Perhaps it was the pain, or the total domination that excited them beyond what was "normal". A dom that remembers to fulfil his sub's fantasies as well as his own - is one that is in demand. The leather strips of the cat ran along the smooth skin of her back. A most peculiar sensation prior to being punished, if my sub's are to be believed. In her position, Yvonne presented her backside to me, the length of her crack leading down to the sprout of hair poking of that region. I may be prejudiced but I believe it is the most attractive position for a woman to be placed in. Yet this sub was not properly trained, "Arch your back slave, present your bottom for my desires." She did, but could see that she was uncomfortable in such a position. "This is a position that I require of you, if you tire and forget, the punishment will be multiplied. Do you understand Yvonne?" "Yes Earl." Her bottom was simply a work of art! I took a step back, and again admired the form before me. The cat hissed through the air as I swung it back and forth, Yvonne had no idea if or when the first cut would be applied. All a part of the game, I assure you. She tensed upon every swish through the air, anxious and afraid for the sting of the cat. I was in control, and my wish was paramount! The first cut with the cat surprised her, I had not used a full swing and it barely made a sound until it hit her pale round buttocks. Truthful, since I had not used my strength the sting would not have hurt much, but Yvonne yelled out in surprise. The leather straps left delightful horizontal red marks upon her bottom, and to my eyes very artfully. "Count out your punishment slave!" My voiced had a new edge, fierce without room for discussion. This was not planned. Yvonne was even stimulating my passions. Very interesting. Usually with a sub I was completely in control. She cried out, "...one..."! The cat swung full length, hissing through the air before striking her bottom, the straps made a sharp dull noise against her, the tips of the leather wrapping around her hip. "...two..."! With the next cut I used more force, my strength and desire forcing the straps to hit her arched out bottom full force. She yelped out before she yelled the next number in our sequence of pain. Another, and another. "...ten..."! The sub was getting tired, her body looked exhausted, her bottom a mass of red welts. But with my expertise none will permanently scar her wonderful skin. She was also sobbing to herself. Remember, reader, that always my sub has the choice to stop the punishment at any time. Usually with code words, but with this new slave all she had to do was say one of two words, "stop", or "no"! Make no mistake, pain can be an aphrodisiac! Do not judge until you try it. Ten may not sound like a large amount, but perhaps you have never been under the cat. I have never acted the sub and never tasted the whip. Two hundred years ago, sailors were punished in such a fashion. Fourty lashes would decimate a lesser man. Think how resilient this wonderful woman was, how strong her passion must be to undergo the amount of pain involved. Marvellous! "That was an introduction Yvonne," she gasped, expecting to be given more ghastly punishments, "yet for your first visit I believe you are put into your place." I had multitudes of ingenious pain devices, but guessed this woman has enjoyed the pain of her punishment more the subjugation. Perhaps on her next visit?! To my surprise I barely heard her whisper, "More Earl." "Speak your mind slave." With a lost voice she answered, "I deserve more Earl, please!" It was almost a plea. Yes this woman was something special! I was enjoying this! I smiled knowingly, then very quickly less she change her mind, the cat bit her bottom yet again. "...eleven..."! Again, and yet again. Until even me, the dom, was concerned for the amount of pain a lady can absorb. "...twenty four..."! My arm felt like lead, my body was covered in sweat. The last cut fell upon her still arched out bottom. "...twenty five..." Yvonne also sounded exhausted, her voice barely audible, her body glistening delightfully with perspiration. No word was spoken, yet both of us knew the punishment was finished. Neither of us could take any more. She looked exhausted and spent, but still jumped when the cat fell to the hardwood floor. Yvonne was uncertain what I was doing until I let the ice drip from between my fingers to her hotly stinging buttocks. She gasped out in pleasant surprise, a small reprieve for the punishment she had undergone. I used several chunks of frozen water to give her appeasement. She was breathing heavy and sighing with enjoyment from my attentions. The buttocks were indeed abused, it would be several long days before this lady would be able to forget the pain. The ice water dripped over her backside and her back, I enjoyed giving her opposit sensations. The exposed skin was soaking wet, her back even had goose bumps. "Your position slave!" I put a edge of danger in my voice, yet it was an act. I knew I could not punish this woman any longer. She of course returned to her position very quickly. I was not going to punish her, but I was not finished with the sub! I crouched behind her, between her bound legs my face level with her bottom. My breath must have felt peculiar upon those hotly glowing globes?! Yvonne was more than a little delighted as my tongue licked up the length of her sex, the touch gentle as a feather. This caused her to force her backside out even more than the cat had done. She whimpered delightfully. I could smell her aroma, it was intoxicating. The taste addicting. Yes, the sub was excited, her arousal the result of my earlier attentions. I licked along the inside of her thighs, tasting the intermingled juices there. Tasting the ice water, sweat and, god yes, her desire! More licks quickly followed after the first, all were extremely light, barely even touching the wrinkled glistening inner lips. My tongue spent equal amount of time upon the hard bud of her clitoris, bringing the expected affect. My bound beauty was still my slave, her excitement mine to give or take away. Her sex flowered open, pulsating with desire and the need for a completion to my attentions. I teased her, stopping my attentions to kiss her brightly glowing bum cheeks, or to rub along the back of her legs, perhaps to hold more ice to drip upon her. I even placed small chunks of ice in my mouth, then placed my chilled tongue to her over-heated sex region. She loved all! "Please Earl...god...," I kissed the hard bud of her clitoris, "...yes...!" The better the slave she was the more attention she received. And believe me when I say she was excited. I forced her to await for her release. I have not the language to explain the delightful contortions her body underwent in that strange position, nor the sound of her voice as she begged, promised, and asked for her release. It was finally time to bring this interlude to a conclusion and brought my mouth to her need. My touches still light, my actions patient yet this woman needed only the barest of my attentions before the inevitable happened. Yvonne orgasmed in a loud, violent, delightful way. Her muscles quivered and shook without control or order. Her vagina was hotly upon my tongue when her release happened, the already wet surface became soaked with her passion, my tongue tasting the slightly sharper tang of her spend. The muscles of her legs and buttocks almost forced me from the tight confines, so violent were their reactions. The lady's head came up and her body was a mass of clenched muscle as the final ebbs washed through her. I could swear I followed the path of her excitement ripple up than back down her body, so visible was it. The reactions lasted for over fourty seconds. As expected she did not even realized she was untied until I was standing next to her, holding a try with a cup of hot tea mixed with brandy. A concoction a fellow dom told me about. The taste reminiscent of the pain-pleasure of an encounter. I helped the lady up and walked her exhausted body to the corner where a hidden door revealed a small washroom. Soon she reemerged, showered and clean. I helped her into her clothes, my eyes politely turning away. She sipped the tea and complimented me upon its taste. Yet I could see she was thanking me for more than that. I called her a cab, but just when she was ready to leave, Yvonne's eyes wandered to my covered crotch and the obvious bulge hidden there. That was when I knew my sub would be back, next time she wanted to taste something new. To repeat the pleasure she had felt today, and to give her dom a present of her appreciation. It is the way of the game!