Sexcapades with Renee

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This is a story I wrote about a real life experience I had.

So this is a real man who I really am attracted to and this is something I have really done.

hope it is good reading for you all and if this is not your cup of tea… I like lots of other things too.

I had been calling Him and emailing Him for days. He doesn’t know how much I want to see Him, to be under His command.
I have never been trained for anything and feel like I am good for nothing in this world of domination and submission.
Yes I am a hooker but I forget. The need and the desire to be owned has done nothing but grow in me. Now He is the first person who actively pursues my training.
In the past and now today, I have found that when I see a dom regularly, always for money, (it seems) I grow so attached. But this is different. He is not jut playing with me. He is actually training me and making me useful. I am growing attached again.
Then I remember…
At least when He paid me what I really am. I should keep my feelings safe from my needs wants and desires.
OH WHY WONT THE WONDERFUL CYBER DOM come off the cyber and take me. He could make me 100% His if He would. But then so much of me has always been His.
But for now I am talking about the doctor dom and my growing feelings for Him. I am talking about TRAINING!.
What is the meanest thing a dom can do to a sub? It is not to use her.
Sir Doc, as you will come to know Him, never answered my half dozen phone calls and email this week. Today was different…
He emailed me and I answered but I was too elated to wait for an answer so that I called Him right away. We made a plan, a glorious plan to meet tonight. I in my anx called Him several times in order to push it up the clock and see Him right away.
True to His domhood He was not to be rushed or taken away from His own time table for me. These things make me feel secure.
It is a fine line that a sub walks. Expressing her needs and hoping for her own preferred outcome and manipulation. So I waited.
I was to call at 7 PM and so at 6:30 I picked up the phone and then realized I had my answer hours before… ” Cal me at 7pm.” I put the phone down and went home to eat and wait.
It was seven and I called him. It was time and I may begin my journey to Him and His design for our time together.
I failed to cleanse my bowls, an oversight I would later regret. But I did dawn my new red dress and earrings. Even my shoes were red. My eyes stood out brilliant blue in contrast to the red and my lips I painted bright red as well.
I rushed to the car to begin my travel. My mind raced as I thought about what was to come. I rehearsed my routine. The only routine that had ever been taught to me. I thought perhaps that I loved Him.
OH WOE IS ME, I seem to be loving three doms all at the same time. I must talk to a psychiatrist about all of this. But for now I was going to be used and that was all that maddered.
I drove the 30 minutes to His home and hoped He would find me beautiful. Yes I said beautiful. Then I would know that I was pleasing to His eyes.
When I arrived I touched up my make up and went to the door. I stood there looking at Him in adoration.
When He saw me and recognized my presence I came to my self and asked, “May I come in?” He answered as expected…”yes”
I fully expected Him to ignore me but instead He came to me and grabbed my nipples HARD. He was standing nose to nose with me and His eyes were reading my soul. I wanted to kiss Him. I wanted to fall to my feet and worship Him.
Then I leaned forward with my lips and hoped that He would initiate a kiss but He pulled away. This happened several times over the next few minutes. I meant to remember every word He said to me from begriming to end of our session but alas I must confess this story is just the essence of what I remember.
He informed of what was to come. I felt unsure of myself as I KNEW that I was supposed to cross the room and prepare myself for His inspection. But how could I when I was held helpless at the door with my nipples subjected to His grip?
Finally when He was convinced that I understood my position in the relationship and the scene to come He released me and sent me to follow the training He had provided for me some weeks before.
I crossed the room and entered the small room where I was to undress and to gather several objects as prescribed.
I did all that was required me. When I got my dress off I hoped secretly that He would notice in my nakedness that I had lost weight and firmed up parts of my body.
Loosing weight is a two edged sword for me. So many of my clients come to me because I have ‘ a little extra padding’ and then some are turned away from me because I am FAT.
What ever the case loose I will because my Master, Master Sam, wont have anything to do with me until I do loose weight.
I was to prepare my inspection instruments. One of my tasks was to select the article that I would be whipped with. Oh how I hoped that I would be disciplined. Not that I was disobedient just for the purpose of being brought under control but because it is a show of love to have my Master, and for now for these next few moments, He was my Master.
When I entered the closet sized room the first thing I did was to look hopefully around the room hoping that like the last time there would be flowers for me like there were last time. But there were none. This didn’t ruin the mood or hurt me or anything like that. It wouldn’t be a surprise if it were so easy.
So I stood there for quite some time gazing at the variety of paddles whips and other items that I might choose from to be disciplined and inspected with.
The last few times I chose the crop. I wanted to choose it again but then I thought better of it and selected the leather strap that is split so that when struck a loud crack is heard. Later I would find the noise itself scared me and convinced me that the pain of the strike was increased by the sound of it.
OMG
I forgot! This is not the first step in my routine! I returned the items to their places so that if He came to inspect my progress He would not know the error I had made.
I entered the bedroom and made my way to corner where I was to stand with my head down and prepare my mind and attitude for the submission of my should to Him.
I stood there and waited hoping that if He looked at me He would see my big FAT ass was not as big as it was the last time. So as not to mention this aspect of my thoughts again I will tell You later that He did notice and He did comment on it saying that He was proud of me.
FINALLY the buzzer went off. He was standing in close proximity of me and I turned my head to get the expected nod that meant I might leave my spot of thought and refuge and proceed to follow my routine.
He did nod my release and I went about collecting the instruments of my inspection. There was a pillow to kneel upon. A towel to lie upon while He inspected my holes. A leather strap to control me with. Rubber gloves and lotion to inspect me in most private spots. And the dreaded nipple clamps.
I carefully rehearsed in my mind what I was to do. “lets see… come to His side and present the platter of goods and devices.
He seemed pleased with me thus far as I stood in good posture and looked into His eyes for His approval. When the approval I came, I smiled. I am not sure if a sub is to be smiling at her Master when He is so grave and somber but my joy over rode any fears that I was doing the wrong thing and smile while I gazed at Him I did.
This did not dissuade Him from His looming gaze upon me. It wasn’t till many smiles later that He broke under the tenderness of it all and smiled back at me.
to be