My dating profile makes it clear, and no uncertain terms, that I am only interested in BDSM and I'm in a committed relationship with a woman who is owned in collared. And there's always a certain satisfaction when I match with a submissive whose profile says the exact opposite.

Her tinder profile said:

“Christian Single mom. Back from a long dating hiatus. I require a monogamous relationship. Looking for the one but I know full well this probably isn’t the place to find him. No hookups or talking about sex in the first message, no exceptions, you will be reported”

She messaged me the moment we matched:

I’m incredibly turned on by your profile. I know I am very submissive, but the boys I’ve been with haven’t really been dominant at all. It’s more of a fantasy of mine at this point. I like feeling like I’m someone else’s for a time. I do definitely like rougher manhandling, but there’s a few things I’d like to try. I’ve never been tied up and the idea has always been appealing to me.

She’s 23, 5 foot nothing, very pretty face, long blond hair that flowed all the way down her back, mom bod with a big spankable ass, with huge F cup tits. In the past couple weeks we’ve rapidly gone from chatting, to inspecting her, to our first real session, and now scheduling her for regular ongoing training and use sessions.

We talked shortly before she took the first step into submission with me: calling me sir and consenting to being called any dirty name I desire. The next step with me is always a self-test, wear a sub follows commands to find time in private to strip and kneel holding a coin to the wall with her nose for 5 minutes, different drops, then the timer restarts. When the timer ends the coin may drop, but she stays in place, and makes herself cum in her commanded place knows to the wall. Obeying my commands left her incredibly aroused and we quickly planned a first session, which in my process with a new submissive is treated as an inspection of her as a sex object and an examination of what she can handle and what she craves through a process of progressive escalation.

We quickly found a couple hours after a work training I had and before she had to pick her kid up from school that would work for me to inspect her. She arrived an hour before I was expected to get out of my continuing education class and spent the time talking with my wife and acting as domestic servant. My class finished I sent a voice message instructing her to strip in front of my wife and kneel with knees well spread eyes on the ground just inside our front door, so that the first way I ever saw her was as an obedient and stripped kneeling fuck hole in her place for me.

When I arrived, I grabbed her long flowing hair like a whore handle and pulled her head back to look up at me, telling her what a good girl she was meeting her Sir stripped and kneeling for the first time. I enjoy the submission of a lot of women, I average around one new plaything every 3 weeks or so over my 20 years in this lifestyle (plus whatever happens at swingers events), and my favorite most common way to meet a submissive is going straight to commanding her stripped and kneeling within less than 5 minutes of our meeting (The second most common is with a remote vibrator out at a restaurant or coffee shop). I pulled her to her feet by her hair, marched her in front of my wife, and made a momentary show of displaying my new fuck toy, squeezing her flesh all over and manhandling her into positions that showed off her body. She was blushing all over by the time I put her on her knees and made her crawl upstairs to the bedroom.

Over the years my first session of the new sub has been semi-ritualized as a defined inspection and examination. I start by seeing how she responds to commands, then I inspect her skin all over with my hands, caressing, squeezing, grabbing, choking slapping, pinching. This is usually followed with a manual hole inspection. Sometimes I start in her cunt, sometimes I start in her mouth, but regardless of where I start I take a good long time to get to know her as a fuck hole with my hands, especially from clit to cervix; I want to know every single bump and fold in her wet fuckmeat center. Subs don’t get to touch my cock until they cum for me at my hand and I was barely started on her fuck hole examination when she had her first. Subs then gets a chance to show me what a good cocksucker she is, before I grip her by the skull and fuck her throat like a pussy, before making her beg me, with her mouth full, to use her cunt as my fuck hole, and I finished my fucking her pussy for my pleasure.

Holly Huge tits is young, broke, and a single mom. So, I offered to do the responsible thing, as the responsible adult, and pay for her gas to and from my town. When I’d finished the inspection I lead her back downstairs by her hair, but her back right where I found her on her knees in front of the door, roughly shoved a $10 bill in her mouth, instructed her to count slowly to 200 before dressing, thanking my wife (eagerly sucking my cock) for being a good supportive slave to her master and thanking me for taking proper control of her, after which I told her I was done with her for the day and she could leave.

Making it through the inspection earns a slut the privilege of wearing a play collar during sessions, having my toy collection used on her, and experiencing the full intensity of my perverse passions. The inspection by itself is more intense and objectifying than most women are used to, but my actual scenes are an order of magnitude more intense, provided consent extends there, because some subs never move much beyond just being used as a fuck hole. Holly Huge tits is a good girl. Holly Huge tits really wanted to be tied up, whipped, and fucked while she cried for me. Holly Huge tits was enthusiastically texting me begging for a real session before my wife was even finished licking her taste off of me.

Three days later Holly was arriving at our house again to be a fuck toy. I started right in with establishing that this was going to be significantly more intense than the inspection by making her come up on our back porch, strip on her knees there, and leaving out a piece of paper with three arrows, one arrow pointing up and the words “Nose Here” point to a quarter, another pointing to a collar to the side with the words “Cunts Wear Collars”, as well as an arrow down and the words “Tits Here" pointing to a shakti mat (essentially a pad covered in little plastic spikes for accupressure, like a mini bed of nails). I left her there to wait for about 10 minutes, by the time I came out she was whimpering and sniffling, and her pussy was visibly drooling onto the floor. I greeted her my fingers shoved deep inside her and fingered her through a couple orgasms while I allowed her to beg to have her tits tied and whipped. This is what I'd been waiting for ever since we matched. Her comically huge udders were begging me to beat them.

When I finally allowed her up she cried tears of relief and laughed a little through her sobs. I made her crawl inside and tied her into a chest harness with arms behind her, put her legs in a frog tie, tied her tits together with a tight two column tie so that they bulged just in the ropes, and helped her to place her back right up against a double closet door. I'd put anchors for resistance bands right above the top hinge for each door and I then took some 4mm rope and bound each breast much tighter, so they noticeably bulged at the end, and tied them off to the anchors so they were uncomfortably held up and apart. I finished off the pretty picture with a ball and panel gag. Then I left her to marinate.

I sat back on the couch in the same room and idly got something for a work committee done, while she struggled, whimpered, and groaned in the bondage. When I listen to the sounds a sub makes as she is struggling or suffering for me I don't think I could describe exactly what the quality is that I'm looking for, I just want to hear that edge of desperation, suffering, or total surrender before changing her stimulation. When Huge Tits went from whimpers and grunts to this low melodic moan, I knew she had reached a deep surrender and was ready for what came next.

I pulled out the violet wand, with the meanest all metal tip I own, turned up the intensity about halway, and began shocking her tits all over, to a chorus of delightful muffled squeals. When she started shaking her head like a little girl throwing a tantrum, I turned it up to full intensity and concentrated only on her nipples. Her head shot back and her noises became deep grunts as she began to uncontrollably shake in the ropes. I stopped a couple times to make sure she remembered the sound patterns to safeword when gagged, and she did, she is just a very good girl who really wants this. When I decided it was time to move on to the next torment and turned the wand off she was left panting, her eyes wide and on fire fixed on me with intense passion.

I laid out three implements in front of her: the polymer cane, the thin rubber single tail, and the riding crop. “Choose your bruises, fuckmeat.” I commanded. She looked from one to the next with uncertainty and helplessness in her eyes, up to this point she had only ever fantasized about intense impact play, and instead of choosing looked up at me expectantly. Not choosing is itself a choice, so she got all 3.

I started with the riding crop. My favorite impact toys are made by the company Adam and Gillian, including all 3 of those presented to Miss Huge Tits. I started with the full fiddle rubber riding crop, slapping each tit all over from every angle with quick relentless wrist movements, to adorable high pitched squeals, until they were a nice glowing pink all over. Next I moved on to the single tail, with long swishing whip motions back and forth I left dark red pin stripes across her glowing melons, she squealed desperately with each stroke, tears running down her face and little gasping sobs between the squeals. Finally it was time for the bad man to come out and play with the cane, falling firmly, methodically, slower, and significantly harder than the previous two implements, it made the little cunt scream and sob desperately into the gag as I painted her tits from every angle with angry maroon welts. I play with several levels of safeword and I was determined to find her lowest one, which stops an act but doesn’t even pause a scene, and when the little whore finally brokedown and used her power to make it stop her tits were bruised and welted swollen grapefruits at the end of the rope.

The gag quickly came off while I praised her for what a good girl she is for me and how proud I was that she was such a good impact slut. I untied the tighter ropes around her tits, revealing gorgeous rows of rope marks on unmarked flesh and then a very clear line where it turned to tortured tit, and then undid the ropes on her legs. Throughout the untying she shook all over uncontrollably with a quavering moan. I grabbed her by the throat and picked her up onto her feet, holding the choke once up until her eyes only just started to unfocus but before her knees would have gone weak, and then lead her to the bed in the next room.

Stopping beside the bed I looked her deeply and hungrily in her eyes, taking a while to alternate between firmly slapping her face and choking her. My choking and slapping sessions are always very patronizing, with a lot of taunting and gently calling subs extremely degrading things, with Holly Huge Tits there was a lot of calling her a stupid moo cow and making fun of her ruined udders. She was very proud of her tits and I made her look at how pretty I’d made them in the mirror while I choked her from behind and growled in her ear how she’d been properly marked as one of my pieces of fuckmeat.

I’m over 6’2”, little Holly Huge Tits is barely 5 foot, and I was able to pick her up one hand gripping under the base of her neck and the other hand getting 4 fingers inside her to grip her by the pubic bone from the inside to throw her onto the bed. I pulled her around so her head was positioned off the edge and shoved the head of my very thick cock deep past her tonsils. I fucked her throat hard and deep, constantly reminding her that breathing was a privilege, making an absolute mess of her face.

When I felt my cock was good and coated in her throat slime, I flipped her over onto her front. The groans and sobs of her feeling weight on her beaten tits was immediately gratifying, but not as gratifying as what I was about to do. She had told me explicitly that she had a fantasy about forced painal and I was all too happy to fulfill that. I mounted her, covering her tiny body under me, trapping her inescapably between me and the mattress. Teasing her pussy, I slowly rubbed my cock all over her wet little fuck hole, coating it in as much of her pussy juice as I could, then abruptly positioned the tip of my cock right against her asshole and pushed down inside her with all my weight.

Her whole body tensed with a scream and a moment of struggle, then relaxed under my weight and turned to deep sobs. I took her asshole hard and deep with long forceful strokes, growling in her ear that she was a proper 3 hole whore for me now. At some point the sobs turned to moans and I almost immediately grabbed her hair, pulled her head to the side under me, and started finger fucking her throat with the other hand, which nicely got her crying again, asshole gripping my cock with every sob a nd gag driving me to finish balls deep inside her.

“What do you say, little fuck hole?” I asked firmly as I took my hand out of her mouth.

“Thank you, Sir.” She sniffled. “Thank you so much for using me.” I stayed there on top of her, cock slowly shrinking in her ass as she moaned beneath me. I finally rolled off her and rolled her up face me. While I relaxed after my orgasm, I fondled her the marks I’d left on her tits, told her what a good girl she was, and shared assorted other pillow talk. When I felt my cock start to stir again I choked her hard and gruffly informed her that her fuckmeat break was over.

I undid the breast binding and chest harness, revealing more gorgeous rope marks and further highlighting the fact that it was only the front third of her massive tits which had taken the beating. As soon as the ropes were off I pulled an open mouth hood over her head, fixed a metal spider gag tight in place, pushed her down on her back on the bed near the edge, affixing new ropes to every limb, wrists, ankles, above the elbow, above the knee, pulling her helplessly spread at the base of the bed with her thighs ass and pussy all exposed for whatever I wished. I prepped the clamps with extra rubber bands near the tip for a stronger bite, clamped them to her nipples, used a bowline to around the middle of the chain and pulled them up towards the ceiling so that the full weight of her massive tits hung on those poor tortured nipples. She was in tears by the time I finished tying off the line above her.

She had taken the tit beating far beyond what I thought she was going to, so I decided to be nice about her pussy beating and use the horsehair flogger. The horsehair is on the gentler end, but when I strike over and over and over, relentlessly circling my wrist to hit that pussy repeatedly, it can still be quite the torture, and the subhuman noises Holly Huge Tits made for me as she shook and struggled in her bondage was deeply satisfying. When her pussy was red enough and her sobs desperate enough, I plunged four fingers forcefully inside her and put my thumb on her clit; she came almost immediately. It was time for her forced orgasms.

I set a time for 1 hour, pulled a seat up in front of my helpless spread cunt to, worked the thickest dildo she could take deep inside her, and began toying her clit with the eroscillator. 1 orgasm is sexy, 2 orgasms are breathtaking, 3 orgasms are transcendent, but 50 become an overwhelming torture. We’re probably lucky even with the windows closed no neighbors or passerby called the police, because near the end of that hour her howls sounded more akin to those of a woman having a difficult birth than an overload of orgasms. She shook uncontrollably, sobbed uncontrollably, and came uncontrollably about once every minute or so to start, and then seemingly one nonstop mind erasing whoregasm for the second half where at no point did she stop shaking with tension, writhing against the ropes, screaming, groaning, and gurgling. I was enjoying myself so much I went ten minutes past the timer.

When I finally removed the eroscillator and slid the dildo out of her, she immediately started sobbing deeply. I stepped up to her extremely wet, red, and swollen pussy, shaking so hard it was like the vibrator was still on it, and told her what a good girl she was as I slid my cock into her ruined fuck hole and enjoyed her pussy for my pleasure. The sobs were quickly replaced with ecstatic and enthusiastic moans getting faster and faster until she came again on my cock, the short break from the last orgasm and real cock inside her driving her into spasms so intense her entire body blushed and the very sturdy bed frame audibly creaked under the strain of her pulling against the ropes. I continued fucking her at a casual pace until another orgasm took her, and at that point I pounded away quickly and finished inside her at the same time.

She was untied, cared for, washed, and then once again had a $10 bill shoved in her mouth and was left to count to 600 this time before she was allowed to dress and leave. That was 4 days ago, since then she's been delightfully sending me pictures of how the marks on her tits have developed since her beating. We’ve now scheduled her for a two to three hour training every other Thursday night going forward.