hermuscles
hermuscles:

This is not what I expected.
And being a dungeon denizen that is saying something.
I was naked, prostrate on my knees as my Mistress surveyed the scene.
I’d spoken to her online for some time over the last weeks and we’d finally agreed I’d arrive at her house and prepare myself in her living room for her entrance.
She’d buzzed me in and after I prepared myself, I had left some… toys around for her use and enjoyment.
She picked up a piece of rope -used for elaborate knots to bind- and chuckled.
Again, not typical.
But then again nor was She..
She had mentioned she worked out but nothing could have prepared me for Her.
I realized this was intentional.
I was aroused more than I had ever been before yet the scene vibrations were different. Very different.
BDSM often is about discovering limits, going to their borders and then, oh-so-gently -or not- going beyond them. Discovering new ground in the land of pleasure. Discovering yourself.
Opening the Doors of perception as Blake would have said.
People misapprehend appearances and are ignorant of the fact that the physical is only a part of it:
The journey is first and foremost one of self discovery. Finding hidden recesses within yourself and bringing them to light. Or, often enough, reveling in their inner darkness.
The duality within us actualized in the Physical.
A play between the Dionysian and Apollonian sides of our nature.
An exchange of control, power and energies flowing between the Dominant and the subservient.
This is all quite serious you understand. Anyone who partakes is bound (pun intended) to see things in this light.
It’s not really just about some gimp wrapped in plastic.
So,
Trappings can be important. Symbols and levers of these acts.
But not for Her. Her aura communicated She did not need them.
She ignored them.
No.
Transcended them.
Her muscular physique imposed a different aura of authority. A different reality.
There was no need for playing at anything. A huge bodybuilder, what She wanted She took.
Black marble, ebony steel flexing as she walked. Huge breasts countering Enormous Biceps.
I did not know which I yearned to suck on first.
As she flexed, a moan left my lips and for the first time she paid me any attention. She gazed upon me as if only now noticing me.
She approved of my obvious arousal. A nod from her.
Her figure was a study in a different classical hourglass. Huge shoulders, small waist.  Feminine but nothing docile here. Aggressiveness and confidence exuding from her every pore.
 Something different from the ritualistic character of my previous encounters became evident:
This was what Real Domination felt like.
She hadn’t even spoken to me yet and I already needed, on an animal level, to serve Her. Be surrounded and consumed by Her.
Lowering herself to her knees she picked up a whip I had placed for her.
Holding it in her hands she looked at me.
Her look conveyed a small amusement.
It said: “Really? A whip? Do I look like I need a whip ?”
Her forearms are larger than my bicep. Her calves are black granite in relief.
No. She does not need it.
She stands up making a decision.
She approaches me and lifts me with ease.
Her skin is hot. Hard.
Her strength is… What I Need to experience. Its Raw physicality.
I need to come.
My erection is painful but long training helps me avoid a further embarrassment in disappointing my Mistress.
I will come when and if I am allowed.
She will make a demonstration I realize. Drive a point.
I cannot wait. I slightly tremble.
She places me on her knees my backside up. The oldest position of subservience.
I will be punished for not understanding how far beyond toys she exists.
I will be punished to feel Real Domination
I will be punished because She must teach me She can.
I will be punished because it is my Need and Reward.
She will spank me.
From my position I can see her beautifully painted toes, so feminine, so delicate.
Her calves. A master jeweler’s dream in flesh.
I can feel the strength of her quads.
As her first slap connects I gasp.
Power.
"Thank you my Mistress" I say.
Slap!
It is more than stinging. It starts from my ass and travels through my spine directly to my brain.
I see a sudden brightness.
"Thank you Mistress!"
SLAP!
Another one
SLAP!
Another one.
I’m physically pushed forward on her knees this time.
Her other hand locks me in place. I feel its power, the muscle, the ease with which she pins me to Her.
SLAP!
"Thank you Mistress!"
More than a whip ever hurt, her strength has started to numb me.My ass is hot and raw. I fight the involuntary urge to come.
I also fight involuntary tears.
SLAP!
"Thank you Mistress!"
Faster now.
Her spanking is like sexual thrusting. I am being taken. In every sense of the word.
SLAP!
SLAP!
Her muscles flex and move in a rhythm leading upwards, upwards,
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Tears are now freely flowing. I am crying. I am trying not to come.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Time flows differently now,
She has found all my hidden recesses within me.
She has thrown light upon them.
She has Taken me to a new inner country.
I am experiencing a very odd out of body experience I realize.
Her touch is harder.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
As the crescendo reaches a climax, her mighty arm connects on my ass a final time and then stays on it squeezing my ass possessively, hurting me, branding me.
She calmly says one word: “Come”
And I do. As tears fill my eyes, tears of pain, joy and ecstasy.
My orgasm pulses from my me. Again. And Again. And again. Like never before.
A release of my everything.
Through it all her hand clenches my ass. Her other arm holding me tight as I spasm.
Owning me.
Finally I collapse upon her.
I am still crying tears of relief.
Calmly she asks: “Whose are you?”
I speak the truth: “I am Yours Mistress”
There are no more limits to look for in myself. Her Muscular Grace has touched me.
She will show me the way from now on. I will follow.

hermuscles:

This is not what I expected.

And being a dungeon denizen that is saying something.

I was naked, prostrate on my knees as my Mistress surveyed the scene.

I’d spoken to her online for some time over the last weeks and we’d finally agreed I’d arrive at her house and prepare myself in her living room for her entrance.

She’d buzzed me in and after I prepared myself, I had left some… toys around for her use and enjoyment.

She picked up a piece of rope -used for elaborate knots to bind- and chuckled.

Again, not typical.

But then again nor was She..

She had mentioned she worked out but nothing could have prepared me for Her.

I realized this was intentional.

I was aroused more than I had ever been before yet the scene vibrations were different. Very different.

BDSM often is about discovering limits, going to their borders and then, oh-so-gently -or not- going beyond them. Discovering new ground in the land of pleasure. Discovering yourself.

Opening the Doors of perception as Blake would have said.

People misapprehend appearances and are ignorant of the fact that the physical is only a part of it:

The journey is first and foremost one of self discovery. Finding hidden recesses within yourself and bringing them to light. Or, often enough, reveling in their inner darkness.

The duality within us actualized in the Physical.

A play between the Dionysian and Apollonian sides of our nature.

An exchange of control, power and energies flowing between the Dominant and the subservient.

This is all quite serious you understand. Anyone who partakes is bound (pun intended) to see things in this light.

It’s not really just about some gimp wrapped in plastic.

So,

Trappings can be important. Symbols and levers of these acts.

But not for Her. Her aura communicated She did not need them.

She ignored them.

No.

Transcended them.

Her muscular physique imposed a different aura of authority. A different reality.

There was no need for playing at anything. A huge bodybuilder, what She wanted She took.

Black marble, ebony steel flexing as she walked.
Huge breasts countering Enormous Biceps.

I did not know which I yearned to suck on first.

As she flexed, a moan left my lips and for the first time she paid me any attention. She gazed upon me as if only now noticing me.

She approved of my obvious arousal. A nod from her.

Her figure was a study in a different classical hourglass. Huge shoulders, small waist.
Feminine but nothing docile here. Aggressiveness and confidence exuding from her every pore.


Something different from the ritualistic character of my previous encounters became evident:

This was what Real Domination felt like.

She hadn’t even spoken to me yet and I already needed, on an animal level, to serve Her. Be surrounded and consumed by Her.

Lowering herself to her knees she picked up a whip I had placed for her.

Holding it in her hands she looked at me.

Her look conveyed a small amusement.

It said: “Really? A whip? Do I look like I need a whip ?”

Her forearms are larger than my bicep. Her calves are black granite in relief.

No. She does not need it.

She stands up making a decision.

She approaches me and lifts me with ease.

Her skin is hot. Hard.

Her strength is… What I Need to experience. Its Raw physicality.

I need to come.

My erection is painful but long training helps me avoid a further embarrassment in disappointing my Mistress.

I will come when and if I am allowed.

She will make a demonstration I realize. Drive a point.

I cannot wait. I slightly tremble.

She places me on her knees my backside up. The oldest position of subservience.

I will be punished for not understanding how far beyond toys she exists.

I will be punished to feel Real Domination

I will be punished because She must teach me She can.

I will be punished because it is my Need and Reward.

She will spank me.

From my position I can see her beautifully painted toes, so feminine, so delicate.

Her calves. A master jeweler’s dream in flesh.

I can feel the strength of her quads.

As her first slap connects I gasp.

Power.

"Thank you my Mistress" I say.

Slap!

It is more than stinging. It starts from my ass and travels through my spine directly to my brain.

I see a sudden brightness.

"Thank you Mistress!"

SLAP!

Another one

SLAP!

Another one.

I’m physically pushed forward on her knees this time.

Her other hand locks me in place. I feel its power, the muscle, the ease with which she pins me to Her.

SLAP!

"Thank you Mistress!"

More than a whip ever hurt, her strength has started to numb me.My ass is hot and raw. I fight the involuntary urge to come.

I also fight involuntary tears.

SLAP!

"Thank you Mistress!"

Faster now.

Her spanking is like sexual thrusting. I am being taken. In every sense of the word.

SLAP!

SLAP!

Her muscles flex and move in a rhythm leading upwards, upwards,

SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!

Tears are now freely flowing.
I am crying. I am trying not to come.

SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!

Time flows differently now,

She has found all my hidden recesses within me.

She has thrown light upon them.

She has Taken me to a new inner country.

I am experiencing a very odd out of body experience I realize.

Her touch is harder.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

As the crescendo reaches a climax, her mighty arm connects on my ass a final time and then stays on it squeezing my ass possessively, hurting me, branding me.

She calmly says one word:
“Come”

And I do. As tears fill my eyes, tears of pain, joy and ecstasy.

My orgasm pulses from my me. Again. And Again. And again.
Like never before.

A release of my everything.

Through it all her hand clenches my ass. Her other arm holding me tight as I spasm.

Owning me.

Finally I collapse upon her.

I am still crying tears of relief.

Calmly she asks: “Whose are you?”

I speak the truth: “I am Yours Mistress”

There are no more limits to look for in myself.
Her Muscular Grace has touched me.

She will show me the way from now on. I will follow.