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Lady Lex

Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: malesub01, Rating: , Source: xHamster

behind and letting go of preconceived notions. The difference between what society says is right or wrong, good or bad, acceptable or not. In this room we can be anything we want and do, almost, anything we desire. And, at this moment, I desire to redden your sweet little ass with my new paddle. ”Count every hit and finishing with ‘Lady Lex’, there will be eight in total. Miss count and I start again. Forget to count and I start again. Forget the proper ending and I start again. Thank me when we are done or I start again. The first one always hurts the worst and stings the most. When we are done, I will take a picture of your ass to show you that it has my name imprinted on it from the paddle. I caged your cock and I hold the key and your ass will be branded with my name. When my friends show up tomorrow, they will know who owns you.” Without waiting for a reply or my ‘friends’ comment to sink in, I swing the paddle and connect with your ass solidly. It takes a moment for the shocked nerves in your ass to send a message to your muddled brain that something has happened and it hurts. Before the sound finishes ringing in my ears, the outline of my name begins to appear on your slightly pink ass and I grin from ear to ear. This is going to be a great weekend. HE “Jeezus!”, I’m thinking quietly. I thought you’d love that I was that so aroused by being owned that I’m spilling pre-seed this early on and nearly non-stop. This disciplinarian thing is serious for you, I realize. I’m ... suddenly brought back to the memory of nuns in Catholic school going ballistic over minutia. And their humiliation tactics never sat well with me. Maybe that’s where I learned that I would never be anyone’s sub. Okay, strike that. I would never be anyone’s sub, except for one weekend on an idiotic lost bet. That thought made me smile, and when I turned to you boldly (and perhaps stupidly) to show it, I could hear your exasperation. I moved to keep my head down after that, and wait. If you’re going to be this hyper-committed to the ownership game, I will have to do the same. I already know enough that not respecting that will only bring worse things for me. So, “hang in there, boy”, I think. “You’re gonna be fine. It’s just a weekend. Not your life.” Then comes the lecture, and your tone is not anger, but there is an underlying threat that means some serious fucking business is afoot here. My first instinct is always to defy control, but I remember why I ended up here, so for now, I have to play along. I’d better. You make me scoot off the pillow and not look at you without permission. Okay, I can do that. Then, you want me to lick up my own pre-cum stain from the pillow, which is fine by me. I certainly am not shy about tasting myself. But having to lean forward with my ass in the air feels suddenly, well, incredibly open and vulnerable, and my demeanor changes out of sheer self-protection. I’m beginning to sense the worth of being good. At least for another two days or so. ...