Kat knew alcohol was no excuse. It merely lowered her inhibitions enough to follow through on something she had been curious about for quite a while. What would Alpha do if she ever disrespected him.

Kneeling beside the bed—wearing nothing but her collar and panties, with the belt draped over her thighs—she recalled how she had originally envisioned disrespecting Alpha while they were alone. She had only wanted to push it just enough to see what he would do.

She could not get enough of his erotic spankings and impact play. And she was surprised to realize the additional control he exerted over her during maintenance spankings actually increased her arousal substantially; so much so, she became increasingly interested in knowing what a real punishment session would be like.

She and Alpha had been together several months at this point. But they were so compatible, and communicated so well, that she had never done anything deserving punishment. So, it was up to her to initiate an incident that would end in a punishment session. Unfortunately, the plan went astray.

Kat thought they would be alone on this Friday evening, but a couple of Alpha’s old military buddies dropped by unannounced, with their ‘main squeezes’ riding bitch on the back of their Harleys.

Alpha had served in an elite military unit prior to receiving a medical discharge after being wounded.

During his tour of duty, he and four of his teammates, all Harley riders, formed a tight bond: a real ‘band of brothers’ as the saying goes.

Kat had heard stories of how tight the guys were—having gone in-and-out of harm’s way multiple times together—but this was the first time she had seen it firsthand.

Normally, she would be supportive in such situations. But, the combination of the night not going as planned, having to play hostess while entertaining the two ladies she’d found little in common with, and a few too many alcoholic beverages set the stage for the inevitable—she blatantly disrespected Alpha in front of his special guests.

Alpha, always in control of his emotions, calmly ended the evening and bid his friends adieu, after setting up another get-together in a couple weeks. Before locking up the house and turning everything off, he told Kat to strip down to panties only, choose an implement of punishment, and kneel beside the bed.

The time alone waiting for Alpha to enter the bedroom heightened both her apprehension and arousal. She knew her Dom well enough to know he would never lose his cool: he loved her and would keep her protected and safe. But she equally knew being disrespected was a major issue with him. He treats everyone with respect and expects it in return. So, she knew he would not let this pass. She only hoped she could endure it without falling to pieces, or getting mad; after all, she brought it on herself. And yet, in spite of it all, she could not deny the arousal that enveloped her with the knowledge that the man she loved would exercise his complete authority over her. Something that has always made her weak in the knees, soft in the heart, and wet between her legs.

During the beginning of their 24/7 D/s relationship it was agreed that Alpha had complete authority over her body, and while she was allowed hard and soft limits for normal sex sessions, she had no say over her punishments.

A shiver traversed her spine as she heard footfalls in the hallway, and she squeezed her thighs together.

She felt his presence enter the room before seeing him, and her breath became shallower.

He came up behind her and she saw something quickly drop by her eyes, then felt the soft fabric of a scarf separate her lips. It caught her by surprise, as Alpha secured it in place. He has shoved her panties in her mouth on occasion, but he has never gagged her securely like this before.

“Your mouth has got you into trouble,” Alpha said calmly. “And I’m not going to listen to any excuses.”

He tested the tension on the gag: tight enough to impede speech, but loose enough to allow air-flow.

He grabbed a fistful of Kat’s hair as he leaned forward to speak close to her ear.

“You will take the consequence of your action,” said Alpha, “because it’s obvious that you did it on purpose.”

Kat noticed that Alpha’s tone was different, then she realized why. He wasn’t just disappointed in her, she had really hurt him. And she immediately felt awful.

She had been so focused on the possibility of experiencing a new level of impact pleasure/pain, that she failed to contemplate what her action would do to Alpha emotionally.

Alpha is a strong man and rarely opens up emotionally to anyone; yet, he has opened up to Kat more than anyone… ever. And she just did something to him she knows he hates.

Kat no longer wanted to experience the punishment out of kinky curiosity. She now believed she deserved whatever punishment her Daddy planned to administer.

“Arise,” said Alpha, “and stand centered at the foot of the bed.”

Kat complied.

“Drop the belt on the bed.”

She did.

“Bend forward,” he said. “Arms straight out to the sides.”

She got into position, and Alpha secured her wrists to the cuffs and chains attached to the posts.

He positioned himself behind and slightly left of Kat’s bent form. He then caressed her pantie-clad ass, as he spoke.

“There will be after-care,” he said. “We will then put it behind us and move forward.”

He slid his hand under the waistband and pushed her panties down, again surprising Kat. He’s always begun the erotic and maintenance spankings with her panties up. And that wasn’t the end of her surprises.

Alpha reached forward and took hold of the belt.

Oh, my god! Kat thought. He’s not going to warm me up with hand spanking first.

Alpha leaned forward to speak to Kat once more.

“Erotic and maintenance spankings are to be enjoyed,” he said, as if reading her mind. “Punishment would not be a deterrent if I made it pleasurable.”

In the moment that Alpha stood, a side of Kat both understood and accepted the need for punishment to remain a deterrent.

Then another surprise occurred. As Alpha reared back, then delivered the first belt lash across Kat’s bare bottom, thoughts from Kat’s darker, deeper, kinkier side arose, and she couldn’t help getting aroused over being totally controlled by the man she adored…the same as when he ravished her passionately. So, while part of her disliked the intense pain, the other side of her hoped it was just the beginning of a long hard session.


When a long-term fantasy becomes a mind-blowing reality, does the object of obsession decrease, increase, or transform?

The spent form before him glistened from the staggered moonlight squeezing between the half-closed blinds. His sweat mingled with hers. His the more abundant, the outpouring of intense effort.

No outward effort on her part, though equally intense…for she had to endure.

Naked. Completely exposed to his wandering eyes and roaming hands. A visual feast. A tantalizing tactile trip from head-to-toe, with countless repeat journeys.

The first ninety-minutes of the session spread-eagled on her back: wrists and ankles bound. The second half of the session on her stomach, ass raised on pillows. No gag. Never a gag. It’s such a fucking turn-on to hear, with clarity, every whimper, moan, groan, and scream his obsessive use of her body elicits—but especially the words.

Though he is a man—and like most men, visually stimulated—never discard auditory arousal. The rush he gets when she pleads to be spanked and fucked harder triggers a harder erection. When she begs him to “please stop,” knowing full-well he’ll push her to the next level can actually add an inch to his member. And when she screams “Daddy” in the throes of orgasmic release, he’s forever thankful to be a man—and a natural Alpha.

So, when a long-term fantasy becomes a mind-blowing reality, does the object of obsession decrease, increase, or transform?

In his case, she increased and transformed into his sole object of affection and adoration.

A Halloween Bedtime Story

Mia froze, held her breath. Listened.

The encroaching night pressed in on her, warm, humid…silent, the wild thumping of her heart the only sound that broke its canopied darkness. She turned a slow circle, eyes probing the trees and dense underbrush crowding the running trail, alert for the tiniest movement, the rustle of a branch, the turn of a leaf.

She let out her pent breath, along with a nervous laugh. She had only imagined the soft footfalls pacing her, that crisp snap of a twig. Nothing stirred in the moon-dappled shadows.

With a shake of her head, she set off down the path once more in an easy jog. But her mind wasn’t easy; heat knifed between her shoulder blades, as if eyes were boring into her back. The sweat beading her body turned cold. Goose flesh prickled her arms.

More times than she could count, she had run this trail as twilight was bleeding into night. But this was the first time she had felt anxious, almost…afraid. Continue reading “A Halloween Bedtime Story”

Black Wolf: First Client (Part Four of 4)

“I told you I would just do it,” I said. And he made some angry mumbling sounds, so I slapped him across the face to remind him I was the Alpha. “Be glad I didn’t grab one of the toys.”

When I began to turn away I noticed Joe’s tiny tepee, now much wetter, was a little taller and bouncing around involuntarily. So I turned back to face him, and his angry expression changed to utter embarrassment faster than a politician can tell a lie. And I’ve always had an uncanny knack of judging people and situations.

“Now there’s something I’m sure you don’t want everybody knowing,” I said. “Something you just discovered about yourself.”

Fear began to creep in with the embarrassment.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said while departing the bed and heading back around to Waleli. “You chose me because I’m a professional.” Continue reading “Black Wolf: First Client (Part Four of 4)”

Black Wolf: First Client (Part Three)

I’m not here to get my rocks off. Yes, it will physically occur, but that’s not why I’m here. I’m here to help clients fulfill their goals: goals that are accomplished with a combination of dominance, submission, humiliation, behavior modification through punishment and rewards, and cathartic releases through pain and pleasure. And as the Master I bear the responsibility of fulfilling their wants and needs while keeping them protected and safe physically and emotionally. And much of that is accomplished through mentorship: teaching and guiding them through their areas of ignorance and inexperience.

I released my grip and tenderly stroked her hair. Continue reading “Black Wolf: First Client (Part Three)”