Fiendish Confessions

Whenever a sub comes into our home, they go through the same ritual. After being buzzed in the front door, they come up the stairs and enter our apartment without knocking. The door won't be locked, but they are to lock it after they come in. They don't announce that they've arrived, and we don't welcome them in. Right there at the entrance they will find a large plastic box that has been set out for them. Still silent, they remove everything they are wearing and put it in the box. Everything they own: wallet, phone, even shoes go into the box. Their entire life gets put away for their visit. The box is closed, and left there by the door until we are done. Now that they are ready, they wait on hands and knees with eyes on the floor. Sometimes I'll let them wait a bit, but I'm often too excited to wait for long. This is when I might say hello. Now that they are naked, I am willing to interact. We may exchange a bit of small talk, or I might place a collar a...

Many times during his visit, K and I sat and talked about how things were going. It wasn't as glamorous as some of the other things we did, but it really helped us to build trust and keep things going smoothly. During one such chat, not long after the failed attempt at a oral, K started nibbling on my finger. It was an adorable way for him to show respect, appreciation, and desire. As flattered as I was, I wanted more. Soon after he started nibbling, I pushed my finger into his mouth. He didn't resist it, but I don't think he was expecting it either. I probed his mouth, feeling his tongue, reminding him in a very primal way that every part of him was available to me. He still didn't fight, which was even more flattering, but I wanted even more. I pushed deeper until I was gently touching the back of his mouth. I assumed the funny face he made was a gag reflex, but when we discussed it later, he explained that I was blocking his airway. I was startled, not only becau...

I am extremely flattered by the trust that K showed me. Not only did he travel to a new country to meet me, and allow me to bind and play with him, but he also trusted me to be the first male Dom he's played with sexually. Sexual play has never been a main attraction for me, but breaking in a new guy is a treat that's hard to turn down. The more time he spent with us, the more comfortable we all became with him in a submissive role. At first he was constantly covering himself, shying away when we looked, but over time he became more confident, more relaxed, and more available to be played with. After a day of gentle play, he started showing hints that he was willing to go further. When I half-seriously suggested oral, I was surprised by his willingness. I shouldn’t have been surprised though; it's normal for a sub to build trust at an accelerated rate during play. It could have been hormones as well, but as best as I could tell, the offer was sincere. We talked about it...

The moment K agreed to submit to us, the tone of his visit changed. Part of it was anticipation, but another part of it was me preparing mentally for what was coming. Even though we hadn't formally started playing, I was starting to change my expectations from him. When he stepped in front of me between the train station and our home, I felt a need to correct the behaviour. I placed my hand on K's shoulder, and gently indicated for him to stop. Without saying a word, I stepped past him and continued walking. He quickly fell in line behind me, and we moved on. I wasn't angry and him, and he didn't feel chastened by the gesture, but he came out of the experience knowing what I wanted. This kind of interaction was repeated many times throughout the weekend. I don't enjoying laying out detailed rules with complicated punishments. By making little corrections while spending time together, he was free to show his true personality while still learning my expectations. ...

After several months without having anyone over, C recently paid us a visit. We skipped the normal chores, and spent the better part of a day playing. He was kept naked, was usually bound, and was occasionally gagged, blindfolded, or plugged. I tormented his nipples, and rubbed his penis alternating between the nice way, and the not so nice way. I even used the ball vice and the cane at the same time. Though all of that was fun, the real highlight of the visit was a first for me. I have always kept submissives at arms length sexually. I play with them, but never allow them to do anything for me. A sub would always be naked, and I would always be clothed. I would touch, rub, squeeze, or pinch anywhere I want to, but never allow a sub more than kissing my hands or feet. Though I get extremely aroused while playing with a sub, I never wanted more. During his last couple visits, before the hiatus, I started thinking about crossing that barrier. It's not that I had never been w...

I have always been fascinated by the mental effects of kinky play. It seems paradoxical that after a scene involving inescapable physical and mental discomfort, and even when not ending in an orgasm, a sub can feel a tremendous sense of relief. How can tying a guy down and squeezing his balls while he begs you to stop help him unwind from a stressful week? I have a theory. Meditation is often perceived as sitting cross-legged, burning incense, and drinking tea, but that is just one of many techniques. Some people repeat words over and over, some repeat actions, others concentrate completely on their breathing. Sufi Dervishes spin in circles. Native Americans go on long walks until physically and mentally exhausted. Ancient Celts would balance large rocks on their chests, forced to keep their stomachs tight to prevent being crushed. Each technique has it's own quirks and explanations, but the part that makes it meditation is that it does one simple (but not easy) thing: temporar...