Storytelling is at the heart of who I am. It ‘s what I’ve built my business around and it’s what I enjoy most. I read, watch, write, and create stories. So I thought writing a story here might more adequately depict what I’m looking for. Obviously it’s very specific. The reality is that the details are less important than the connection depicted. The marriage of deep D/s and love. A partnership. If it doesn’t speak to you that’s ok. If it does I’d love to hear from you.

This story begins a year from now. You sent a chat and we began talking. You found it very easy and we quickly became fond of each other. We talked online at first, then we moved to phone and video chat within a few weeks. Then we began to meet up. In public for dates and then privately to play. You respected my desire to leave intercourse until we were committed. You liked that I was never pushy and we always seemed to be moving at the same pace. Most of all you liked that we wanted the same things in a dynamic.

It took months for us to get the negotiations just right. No contract. Just a set of values. Yours and mine. The boundaries of our lives together. It’s been a week since you knelt before me naked looking up at me with tears in your eyes. I wrapped the metal band around your neck and fastened it with a screw. I told you what it meant for me to take you as my partner, my submissive, my property. Then I wrapped my arms around you and you fell into me crying tears of joy.

As we walk through the grocery isles your mind falls to your neck. The collar already feels like a permanent part of your body. It’s hard and heavy, but pretty enough that you get compliments on your lovely necklace. You look over at me and I smile. I put my arm around you and push the cart to the side of the isle. I hug your body to mine and kiss you on the lips. I whisper in your ear how much I love you and how badly I want to use you when we get home. You moan softly in my ear. I kiss you again and then release you. We continue through the isles getting the last few items we came for. We go to the register and pay before packing everything into the car.

In the car I tell you that before I use you I’d like to hurt you. I start the car and begin driving. You ask how I plan to hurt you. It’s not uncommon and you always enjoy it, but this time I tell you that I’d like you to tell me how you should be tortured. The word tickles your brain. Immediately you are a bit scared which heightens your arousal. I tell you that tonight I’d like to push you. It’s something we’ve talked at length about. We have a TPE dynamic with free use in both the sexual and physical sense. I take your needs and desires very seriously into consideration, but I always decide and you obey. You’ve rarely disagreed with anything I’ve decided and when you had you appreciated my reasoning.

As we drive you ponder the particulars of tonight’s activities. You settle on one of your least favorite pain play activities knowing that it will give me the most pleasure. You tell me what you’d like as I pull into the garage. I put the car in park and ask if you’re sure. You nervously, but excitedly say yes with a smile on your face. I smile back. I carry the bags inside. Once inside you strip to a lacy thong. I admire your body before going back out to the barn. You begin removing all the items from the bags and putting them away. When you’re done you wait to be called out to the barn.

I return to the house with a hood. I put it over your head and tie its laces on. Then I tie your arms behind your back. I bring you outside. Despite being nervous you have every confidence that I am watching your every step carefully. The gravel under your feet is a precursor to what awaits. I’m the barn I tie you to a pulley and pull you up to your toes. I pull your panties off before tying your ankles together. Then there’s silence. You don’t hear or feel anything for several minutes. The anxiety builds. So does the moisture between your legs. You’re acutely aware of how thoroughly turned on you are by your own fear. Then suddenly the sweet sting of pain rips into your flesh. You scream in pain and shock. Then you feel my hands rubbing the spot I’ve just struck. You whine into the hood as the pain subsides. You know I’m hitting you at a fraction of my strength. You always worry that it’s not enough for me, but I reassure you that it’s your reaction I adore. Not necessarily the amount of pain you endure.

Thirty agonizing minutes later the hood has been removed. Tears streak your face. Your body is bruised. I’m still beating you and now you’re begging me to stop. You aren’t ready to use your safeword, but you want it to be over. You know how much your begging excites me so when you scream at me to please stop you know what will happen. I hit you hard once more. You sob as lower your body. I pull my clothes off and put on a condom. I spread lube on your asshole and ease myself inside you. You scream at the intrusion, but I am slow and you quickly get used to the feeling. As I fuck your ass your sobs quickly turn to moans. Within a minute you’re begging to come. I tell you to hold it for me. You struggle to obey. When I come inside your ass it nearly sends you over the edge. You’re grateful that I give you the command to come as my own orgasm peaks. Instantly you let loose and come hard. I thrust several more times and you get lost in orgasmic bliss.

Then you’re being lowered to the ground, untied, embraced, cuddled, held, praised. We lay on a blanket snuggling for a while. It feels so good. Your body aches in just the right way. When you mention you’re hungry I help you to your feet, I dress, you put on your panties. I carry you into the house. You wash up while I make dinner. We eat and talk about the scene. You tell me what you loved. What you hated. What you’d like to do again. The topic switches to your schedule. You have to go home tomorrow. Our plan is to do longer and longer trips until you move in. Roughly another year.

From there the topic shifts again. We touch on several things from philosophy to science to politics and then sex then back to science. We laugh, we ponder, and we touch. Before bed you clean the dishes and tidy a few things around the house. Then we get under the covers and whisper in each others ears until we fall fast asleep.