“Lick them,” she ordered and I did, trying to give the impression that I enjoyed it. I didn’t. She wiggled her arse and rubbed her feet into my face. Swinging her feet back she knelt over me. “Suck,” she demanded, putting a nipple in my mouth.
There was no way I could reply so suck I did, resisting the urge to bite. “Oh, my love, that is wonderful,” she gasped, replacing her tit with her lips. There was a twinkle in her eye, mischief was afoot.
She clambered off me and went to the hoist. I had splashed out a few bob to put the electric hoist in and had strung Petra up in a variety of ways. What the hell was she going to do to me?
I soon found out, I was fastened to a spreader bar, my legs unfastened from the bed and hoisted up. She moved it back so that my feet were over my head, my arse off the bed. Never have I felt so defenceless, my balls and arsehole exposed, waiting to be abused.
Petra stroked my balls, my aching tender balls. Her finger crawled slowly across my arsehole. “How does it feel to be so defenceless, so accessible,” she said as she spit on her finger and continued playing around my arsehole.
She wouldn’t dare, would she? She would, her finger went up my arse. She can do whatever she wants to me. “No!” I shouted. She laughed again. Is she in for it when I get free, that’s not a question.
“Shut up or this finger will go in your mouth,” I shut up! She kissed my balls and then pulled the elastic band out and let it go and this horrendous pain shot from my balls to my brain and everywhere in between.
“How many times have you had me in this position and other positions where I am completely vulnerable, relying on you not to hurt me, well not to hurt me too much, to protect me. My total trust in you. Now you have an idea of what it’s like. She slapped my arse and walked out with a wiggle, leaving me with my legs spread and in the air.
What seemed like hours later she returned, wearing white; shoes stockings, and suspender belt. She had handcuffs clipped to one wrist and a ball gag in her mouth. The first thing she did was remove the collar and put it on herself. She handed me a note – Please do not move until I nod my head.
She lowered me, unfastened me, affixed the handcuffs and knelt beside the bed. Head down in the submissive position, ready for my revenge, she had the cane, the nastiest weapon in the armoury, laying in her upturned palms across her legs.
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This is my one hundredth submission, time to review.
Two years or so ago I had an idea which I turned into my first submission – Beginning my life as a dom. I had it ready for months, refining it before I submitted it. I still think it is my best work. Followed by a series using the same plus other characters. Nearly all successful, measured by the stars awarded and the number of readers.
Saving Eva from Abuse was my next success, doing really well. I perhaps shouldn’t measure my success by other people’s opinions and I got to the point of giving up when with every submission I was getting someone(s) giving me one star in the first few votes. This knocked down the scores which probably puts people off.
Can I ask anyone who has got this far, have you ever given one star? I know that if something is so bad I stop reading it and therefore don’t award any stars. Nevertheless I shall carry on.
My first submission was in November 2022 and I never thought I would reach a hundred. The ones that are my favourites scored badly – Muses of a Muse.
Submission 101 will be revenge on Petra, perhaps not what she was hoping for?
Thank you to all my readers.
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