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London asked me what my top fetish is {bdsm}. Of course, there are many reasons but… One is because all bdsm sex stories start from an original encounter. With me it started out as a tease, telling him my little fantasies. We have always joked around about me being his little sex slave but never acted on it. He might pull my hair back while having sex. Call me his slut slave or smack my ass but that is as far as it ever got.

But today was different, he was demanding. Trying to control what I did, including when I was taking a shower. At first, I thought he was playing around like he usually does. I thought maybe he was setting up a night for more Swinger Sex Stories but this was different. His voice was deeper. His smack was harder… and his eyes… his eyes were deep. Every time he looked at me with his eyes I instantly fell to my knees…

It was like he had some control over my body. I was frozen, scared almost. He grabbed me by face with his one hand making me look in his eyes then telling me what a slut I was. How I was lucky to have him as my Master. I was shocked and confused, where did “this” come from? But as he grabbed a hand full of hair and raised me to my feet; instantly my pussy throbbed and soaking wet.

He told me to go put a slutty skirt on and a loose strapless bra on, then to sit at the door when I was done. I did some of what I was told but sat on the couch instead. When he came back inside he looked at me with disappointment eyes, shook his head and told me to stand up.

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Being me, I ignored him. He grabbed me by the hair forcing me to get up and walk with him. In one motion, he wiped everything on the living room table off. Letting everything g hit the floor.

By this point, this was getting scary. I tried to fight him to let me go but with every move I made his hand tightened in my hair. I was moaning from the pain coursing through my body. He yelled at me with a demanding voice to bend over the table. Telling me that good sluts get rewarded and misbehaved sluts like ME was to be severely punished.

I instantly laughed. I mean who was he trying to be? Some master of a slave house… Soon I regretted it. Without even having time, to look back at him, to see his expression; I felt something hit the back of my thighs. In excruciating pain, I fell onto my knees atop the table. My cunt juices ran down to the middle of my thighs.

He laughed and this time the strike was harder. I cried and asked him to stop, though in a strange way I did not want him to. I could feel the pain run through every muscle. Yet I had never been so aroused I was at the edge of orgasm. With the second stroke, I climaxed so intensely I squirted and entered subspace. I have no idea how long it lasted or how many times I came. When I became aware again he was holding as I cried, tenderly stroking my hair. He began, telling me I was to sit in the middle of the floor or the next time it would be my back.

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Scared I did as he told me. Shaking nervously afraid of what was next I sat in as much silence as I could. After a minute or two of him scurrying around the kitchen, he came back with a small glass of what smelled Like Evan and Dr. Pepper. He told me to drink it because with what was to come next I would need the numbness…

As he ended his sentence I rushed the drink down my throat gagging from the whiskey the whole time. I handed the glass back. He gently laid it on the end table. By that time, I was starting to breathe normally again. He sat down on his knees in front of me, held my chin up so I could see his face. He went on telling me that I was his now.

That there was no going back if and once I signed the contract. He rubbed his fingers down my neck and across my shoulders making me squirm in my position. When he noticed this he kissed me softly… He said he could be both a gentle a kind master, playful even. Like he would get phone controlled sex toys for us both to enjoy. That I would be well-taken care of but if I miss behaved at all he would punish me in which he thought fit.

He laid the paper out which had very few sentences on it. He said to read in which I did. Then asked if I had any questions… I shook my head no. He asked did I want to call a sex hotline … I said no. He then gave me a pin… I didn’t know what I was thinking, why would I allow this type of pain to be given to me.

This isn’t what we had discussed when we talked about bdsm sex stories…

But he had a hold of my mind and body… just thinking of what might come, what had happened, it made my will crumble. I signed quickly

He then reaches into his pocket and pulled out two things before he patted my head like I was a good dog. One was a metal choke collar which had a tag on it. It read princess owned by “Master C”. Then a jewelry box which was small like a ring box. He pointed and told me to open. So, I did.

I fell to my bottom without regard to the pain on the back of my legs still in shock of this beautiful Diamond ring. I looked up in disbelief, in question. Was he purposing or what… why was he doing this. He went on stating I was to wear the collar at all times. Even at work. I could wear it under my shirt he proceeds to tell me.

Then he took the ring back and said that I would have to go through training and pass to receive the ring. He said he would marry me after 5 years if I was able to prove my devotion with true bdsm sex stories. I didn’t understand after being faithful and loyal after 5 years it wasn’t good enough or was he just trying to play around.

By that time I heard a van door open and shut outside… he got up and opened the door and without hesitation told the two men in black to take care of me and not to hurt me too bad but that I had to learn to obey. I couldn’t get up fast enough before they bagged my head and carries me out….

But that is another chapter or another story.

Now I think I will ask Sabrina what her favorite fetish is… and why…

If you want to read the first chapter of this ongoing blog its here What is a fetish- Taboo & Kinky- Blogathon Chapter 1

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