Darkside Magazine Issue Three | Page 33

Darkside Within minutes I can feel him stood next to where I sit, I do not acknowl- edge him but continue with the conversation whist I wait for him to take his place. As he kneels once again at my feet his scent fills the air around me, show- ing me that he has truly listened to our conversation and knows which after- shave I prefer. I reward him by running my fingers through his hair as I bring his body closer to my leg. He places his head upon my lap and cuddles into me. My fingers brush up against his cheek as I silently thank him for his obedience. ‘Excuse me Miss’ I look to my right to see a naked woman before me. ‘I’ve been told to inform you that your private room is now ready’. I thank her and take note of how my boys body tenses. I can’t help but smile. Again I lean forward to address my submissive. “Go collect my bag from the locker room and make your way to room 3. I will be there shortly and expect you to be naked and in the correct position.” I want all of your gorgeous body on show tonight”. His beautiful eyes meet mine, I can tell he is hesitant. As much as he is excited his fear also shows, its the perfect reaction for a submissive entering a scene. He knows I won’t hurt him, I have his trust and respect and in return he has mine. I kiss him gently on his nose and tell him he can go now, he replies with ‘Yes Miss’ then leaves my side. His body shows signs of anxiety, this is something all submissive’s experience prior to a scene. No matter how confi- dent a submissive they will always feel a flutter in their stomach as they enter something truly special. As I enter the room the sight before me stops me in my tracks, my boy is truly beautiful. He is stood in the centre of the room, his naked body positioned perfectly. His muscular legs are positioned shoulder width apart, his semi hard cock lulls to the side giving me a wonderful view of his smooth balls. As I allow my eyes to wander up his body I can’t help but smile, his shallow breathing makes his flat stomach rise and fall. His strong arms are are defined as his hands disappear behind his head and I wonder if he has remembered to lace his fingers. His eyes are fixed on mine as I walk towards him, he watches me as I run my fingers and eyes over every inch of his body. To him I may be simply caressing his skin but the truth is I am checking his body for anything that would cause harm when I begin impact. His breathing relaxes as he settles, his body reacts to my touch, the hairs on his arms stand to attention. I love his reaction to me, the way my touch makes him feel really heightens the experience. I order him to relax, he acknowledges his understanding of my instruction by kneeling on the floor. My bag has been placed on the table. I open it and begin to take out my equipment. I take everything out. I don’t want him to know my plans yet so I make a point of over inspecting it all. its length, bringing the tip of the shaft to my lips, I kiss it gently. His cock hardens as his blood rushes with ex- citement which only adds to my own. I take him by the hand and pull him to his feet, he allows me to take his hand but uses his own strength, he may be my submissive but he is always a gent. I lead him over to the X frame and secure his wrists using the leather cuffs provided. I tell him how gorgeous he is, how proud I am with his obedi- ence, his body relaxes until I speak my next words. “My boy, you have made one omission tonight, if you can tell me what it is and apologise before I punish you I will be fair, if not..it will hurt.” His breathing quickens, I know he is trying to think of his mistake but the sudden rush of adrenaline hinders his concentration. Needless to say I am enjoying every second of his hesitation, I’m not angry or frustrated with him..but excited. This mistake means I get to push his limits, exert my domination….some- thing we will both enjoy. My warm-up flogger grabs my atten- tion, it’s soft leather falls are perfect for preparing the body for harsher impact. Its light wood handle fits perfectly in my hand, the scent of leather tantalises my senses as I prepare to heighten my willing victim’s senses. Just to tease his mind a little more. The last piece of equipment I take out is my strap-on. I know he loves this so I run my hand up and down For BDSM lovers the world over 33