He had asked me for a session, not the other way round.
He had agreed to pay for my time and energy.
He wanted to experience intensity.
He had been coached during multiple discussions on hard limits, soft limits, safe words, and safety precautions. Both him and mine.
We settled on pain and humiliation. We settled on CFNM.
He shared with me that his wife was going to deliver a baby a month later. I asked him if he really wanted to do this right now? I would have understood if he felt confused, reluctant, or even wanted to cancel.
He wanted to go on. He thanked me for my advice, but he would like to continue please, he said.
And there it was - this stupid, entitled smirk, that I wanted to wipe off his face.
He wasn't really a sub, he just fantasized about being one.
He was just a slut with some fetishes.
And that was fine with me.
But his smirk told me, he thought he could play me.
His smirk told me that he thought I couldn't see through him.
Oh, he would pay, and dearly so!
Literally. And then figuratively. And then some more.
He would be tamed.
Not broken, not damaged, but definitely tamed!
I would teach him.
Pain, humiliation, and..... Submission!
He received his instructions.
He bought and carried his toys.
He landed at my doorstep 10 minutes early.
I took him in and snapped my fingers.
Strip!
That was the moment he knew, he'd be tamed. Broken in. Like a horse, maybe an unruly dog, nothing but a beast in my collar.
Asmi
21.7.24
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