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A little over two months ago, I met the man who has literally changed my life indefinitely, the man who is my ultimate fulfillment, happiness, and depraved pleasure. Each and every day I awake thinking of him, and each and every night he is the last blissful thought on my mind. He has led me down a path of the ultimate self-discovery, helped to shape me into the woman I am, and every day is simply greater than the last, pure Heaven. If I had the chance to, I’d tell everyone who’d listen just how happy, how incredibly content with life I am ever since I have met him, but in reality, he is my dirty little secret… And we love it that way, for it makes the experience all the more intimate.

Our relationship is quite different than average, but that contributes to the intensity of it all. And though we have never physically touched, he has brought me such overwhelming pleasure than I have ever experienced before. He has guided me to s***** heights that I never knew even existed, surpassing all my fantasies, and creating new, thrilling arousal on a daily basis. He is my perfect Maestro, and I am his ever obedient submissive trainee, his depraved angel.

For a long while, I had always been fascinated with the world of B***, so intrigued by the paradox between pain and pleasure, yet I had always been so cautious and wary of my vulnerability. I had a little taste of rougher s***** acts, but I craved for more, yet was frightened a bit of what could come if I was not careful. At times, it was so frustrating and so very unfulfilling being so unsatisfied in the dark pleasures I so desired. But I was wary of sharing myself with just anyone, scared of the seemingly endless possibilities of how I could be taken advantage of, and though I craved for that intensity, I craved for intimacy as well. I did not wish to simply be defiled, one’s doormat, but as a human person who was respected and treasured…

And I found exactly that in my Maestro, my perfect Dominant, and by some miraculous stroke of luck we found each other, met fatefully that day in May on an online chat…and from that point, we’ve been simply explosive. Each and every day, our tastes and desires become more and more aligned, and even 8,000 miles apart we are so incredibly in-sync, it is simply mind blowing. He has nurtured me every step of the way, and has helped me discover a part of myself that I never knew existed, such a depraved and naughty side of myself that he has helped bring out of the dark. We spend our days in complete awe of each other, so blessed and lucky to find such fulfillment, and even better yet, I’ve never climaxed so much in my life! He arouses me like no other, and it simply gets more overwhelming each day… I am so wonderfully addicted to him, and he is a part of me now, and always always will be.

Not many can brag of such an incredible connection, a connection that delves deeply on every level possible – physically, mentally, and most especially emotionally. Our relationship goes far beyond the s***** pleasures, something I’ve always craved, and I have found such utter fulfillment in being his Pain S***, his only. I find such joy in enduring the pain he inflicts, for in that throbbing pain is his lust and desire for me. And the pleasure, the pure, unadulterated ecstasy is complete bliss, so completely consuming like a burning inferno. Our dynamic is one that thrives when we are together, one that nurtures trust and respect and I will never take for granted what I have found in him, what we have forged so perfect together.

Thank you, my Maestro, my utter fulfillment, for without you I am nothing. I want the whole world to know of our happiness, of our depravities, but I want you all to myself 😉

New Confession

Mother made me take my pants down in front of her guests. She had five friends around the table and several of them had brought along their daughters who are my age and in my class at school. I had to take my pants down in front of them and then be punished while they watched and smirked.

Mother didn’t like something I said and so she ordered me to go get the belt. I hesitated thinking that she didn’t mean to punish me in front of everyone, especially the girls who were my classmates. She couldn’t, she wouldn’t. I snapped out of it when I heard Mother say, “That’s an additional ten strokes. Now do you want to go get the belt or shall I make it twenty strokes?”

I went immediately to fetch the belt. I returned and knelt before Mother as I presented the belt and the hand restraints. Mother ordered me to stand up and lower my pants and underwear. I was shocked and quivering. I fumbled to undo the snap and lower the zipper to slide out of my pants. The whole room looked on. My co.ck was already stiffening in my underwear and poking up. The girls looked at my crotch and they were amused.

I took down my underwear and my co.ck sprang up, wobbling and the girls giggled. One woman said, “Oh my.” Mother told me to take off my pants and fold them neatly and place them on the chair. I obeyed. Then she put me over her knee, restrained my hands behind me and she reached under me and grabbed my balls. Mother held me in place by my balls and then she began my whipping.

They all watched my bare bottom turning red with each stroke. They heard me gasp and plead that I’d be a good boy and Mother replied, “Yes you will be a good boy when I am done with you, won’t you?” “Yes ma’am, yes ma’am,” I moaned.

Mother told me that I had interrupted her gathering and disturbed her friends. She made me thank her for each stroke. She whipped my bare bottom fifteen times and then she added the extra ten strokes I earned for hesitating when ordered to go get the belt.

I was then allowed to stand up and my swollen co.ck was dripping clear fluid out the hole and down onto my balls. One of the women said, “That thing looks bigger now than when you started.” Mother ordered me to apologize for disturbing the gathering. I stood there with my red bottom and my red face and told everyone that I was sorry for disturbing them.

Mother then ordered me to apologize to each person. She directed me to stand in front of Mrs. Bunting and apologize to her first, which I did. Mrs. Bunting looked at my throbbing, wet co.ck and then I moved over and stood in front of Mrs. Bourne, and then the others.

Mother made me apologize to each of their daughters. One girl, Brenda reached out and grabbed my wet co.ck head and asked, “Why is this thing so wet.” Mother said, “That’s the way it gets dear.” They all laughed.

Mother told me to bend over the arm of the sofa and she handed the belt to Brenda and told her add any strokes she thought I needed. Brenda was delighted and said, “Sure, he deserves more.” Becky said, “He’ll probably get wetter.” Brenda snapped the belt across my bare bottom and I howled as a second stroke and a third stroke hit. Becky took her turn and then Jeannie took the belt. Jeannie snapped it between my legs and caught my ball sac and I jumped and squirmed as they all laughed and joked.

Then Mother had me stand in middle of the room with the tears rolling down my face and the clear liquid rolling down my purple, bulging shaft. My co.ck stayed hard for twenty minutes. It wobbled about as the girls touched it. Jennifer borrowed her mother’s camera to take a few pics, so now she and her mom have pics of me hard, sobbing with a wet erection and a red bottom.

As my co.ck started to soften, Mother asked me if I was ready to put my pa.nties on. She asked the guests if I’d look better in pink pa.nties or yellow pa.nties. They selected the yellow. I was sent to retrieve the yellow pa.nties. I returned with the frilly yellow ones with my co.ck half hard and bouncing with each step. Mother had me put on the yellow frilly pa.nties and then thank everyone for selecting them.

I was glad to have my co.ck and balls covered-up again. Jeannie soon lowered my pa.nties for another inspection. They all watched and Jeannie took a few pics. Jeannie asked about who was going to discipline me tomorrow. Mother said that Jeannie could stop by after school to do that and any other of the girls could come along too.

The next day after school I was escorted by Jeannie who told me all the way home that she was going to whip me to tears until I was begging and pleading. She did. She whipped my bare bottom harshly while Brenda watched and waited to supplement the strokes with more. Brenda was amused but Jeannie was very dedicated to inflicting as much pain as she could.

After being whipped two days in a row my bottom was sore. My balls ached too. Jennifer still has the pics and so does Jeannie. Jeannie has made many after school visits to keep me disciplined with Mother’s consent. The two of them have a friendly relation. Jeannie is very demanding, like my Mother. Jeannie really enjoys using the leather belt and she said she feels good and she feels relieved after disciplining me.

I got a whipping from Jeannie today. I’m sure she’ll walk me home tomorrow and all the way she’ll tell me how she’s going to snap my balls with the belt, make my co.ck turn purple and my bare bottom welted from her strokes.

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