From Sweet Sir to a Much Needed Punisher…

I came to Sir Marvelous because no one had ever dominated me. I spend my day time and my deep, sensual nights, controlling others, and bending them to my will. Influencing them to succumb to their best interest, whether it be in business or in pleasure, but I was hungry. There was no one in my life doing the same for me. That’s when I came across Sir. I liked his incredibly intentional demeanor and truly wondered if it was possible for someone as powerful as me, as intimidating as me, to be broken and be coaxed into submission.

Our first session was enlightening. There was definitely potential however Sweet Sir was just that…

—a little too sweet. and I needed him to up his game if he was going to truly be able to ruin me. That is what I came for and I would accept nothing less.

In the weeks leading up to our second session, I got a lot more clear about what I needed. I taunted. I teased. Breaking all the rules on purpose. What I love most is how much I was heard and received without judgement and how Sir pivoted to meet my needs. He did it so well meeting me where I was that leading up to our session, I began to ache all over my body. I could not focus and found myself drifting off in meetings, wondering about all the ways I could be I ruined. Disrespected. Brought to my knees. There is nothing more sexy to me than a delicious mind fuck and by the time we met, I was already a drooling, aching mess.

In the day of our meeting, I decided to break even more rules. I sat in the hotel lobby until I knew I would be exactly 6 minutes late before making my way to his elegant and inviting space. He merely sighed. On arrival, I was greeted by a gentleman. I played it cool. After weeks of anticipation, we dialogued about the specifics. Sweet Sir approached me with curiosity, and the dialogue itself was enlightening. It was clear that I was dealing with an incredibly knowledgeable and sophisticated man.

In the middle of our casual conversation, he reaches out and unlaces my shoes and slips it off my feet without warning and without my permission and my pussy almost exploded. I was entirely his, he just didn’t know it. He was going to have to work…

What followed was an intense and delicious reckoning for my appalling behavior. I was stripped and ordered to comply and when I refused, I was immediately incentivized to act in my best interest with a firm hand and delectable brutality.

With a masterful memory, Sweet Sir recounted every single one of my taunts and offenses and used them against me with beautiful cruelty. An intoxicating swirl of pleasure and pain had me swimming in agony. Electric shocks followed by sweet kisses. Polite invitations followed by firm punishing hands. Everything was executed to perfection. The next day, my body was a landmine of memories. When I graze my hand across my neck and when I sat down, I immediately remember my punishment.

…A hard head makes a soft ass, and by the end of our time, I was a wet, disgusting mess. Covered in my own delicious juice, bruised, beaten, but not broken… not yet. We’ll see what happens with round three…

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