Caned Penetrated Made To Obey

Caned, Penetrated and Made to Obey

I was young, naive, and had yet to enjoy the many pleasures of life. That was all about to change when I met him. His name was Joe and he was the complete opposite of me. He was older, experienced and knew exactly how to make me feel things I had never felt before.

Joe was a mysterious man who had a way of making me feel like I was his slave. He had a way of making me feel like I was his to do with as he pleased. I had never felt so desired and wanted in my life.

The first time he suggested that I call him Master, I was terrified. I thought this was just a silly game and that he was just trying to be naughty; I had no idea that this was actually something he expected of me, and he was not going to take no for an answer.

As time went on, Joe taught me everything about submission and obedience. He disciplined me when I disobeyed, and rewarded me when I followed his orders.

We moved quickly from the bedroom to the playroom, where I was to be punished for any wrongdoings. Joe taught me all about bondage and the art of BDSM. I was so eager to learn and do whatever it took to please him. He had me cuffed and chained to the bed, caned and penetrated. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to please him.

Joe would force me to kneel at his feet, waiting for him to give me an order. He would tell me to suck his cock, and I wouldn’t hesitate. He forced me to accept his cock deep inside of me as he made me do anything he desired. All the while he kept his dominance over me, ensuring that I understood my place in his world.

I was made to obey every command, no matter how degrading or uncomfortable it made me feel. I was allowed no privacy, and he made sure I knew that he was always watching. But despite it all, I felt safe and secure in his arms.

I was his to play with, his to control, and his to do with as he pleased. Joe was my Master and I was his willing slave, and in that moment I knew I was his forever.