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London, Reading and Home Counties

Professional & Lifestyle BDSM Dom / Master

Professional & Lifestyle BDSM Dom / Master

Master Strokes

Master Strokes

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Welcome to My

 

My submissives' are requited to keep a diary, complete tasks and various other lifestyle assignments.

 

I will post instructions and submissive  diary here on this page.

By Master Strokes, Feb 5 2016 10:22PM

Warmth

To be one....

A Girl Called "Her"

Darkness and Light

Close Your Eyes...

Float Away

Sigh....

Aura Of Persephone

Sensuality

Rain on me.....

Unraveled

A True Master

The Window

Those Who Walk Alone

Imperfect

my mind... (obsessive thoughts of late)

Thinking Too Much?

Imprisoned

Cracks In The Wall

Fragment Of Sin

Mystified

Us

A Face In The Crowd

Famished

Draco

Unbreakable

Taste

Kelli

If...

Silhouette of her soul

Walls

Quiet Storm

Keep her

Slow Melt

What is it like?

For You

Lollypop....

Exposed

Greed Of An Emotion....

Desire...

Heat

The Morning Frost

Insatiable Thirst

submissive longings

drops of sensuality

Primal Need

Bitten

Temptation

Sated

Visage Of A Dream

Fallen

my submission

His

Mask Of Decay

Softness

The Sensual Kiss

Tears

Caress Of The Dark

Glimpse

Erotic Succulence

A Look Inside.....



By guest, Dec 8 2015 02:59PM

i have spent every waking hour imagining what this would be like...Master is not happy with me and i was told i would be punished as i meet Him intimately for the first time and lose my BDSM virginity...


i thought about writing a shorter version of events but i wanted to recall back every second of it..i have not stopped being wet since this meeting..my body is craving more of my Master...i was even wet in my sleep...


The experience was wonderful beyond description...a mixture of pain and pleasure...more of both than i thought my body could withstand...the pleasure of His expert hands all over my body...of His controlling my every move and leading me into the exciting Unknown...the pain of pushing my boundaries...How can pain make You feel closer to your Master? or make You worship Him more than You already do? i witnessed my physical pain drown out my stresses ...I watched my worries dissipate with the externalisation of pain...my screams silenced my ever anxious soul...my mind concentrated on one thing...i am here...i am Master's slave...i am hungry for Him...i want to please Him...this feels so damn good...


i reach the station and He is staring at me and smiling at how nervous i was...the trust And love He has built in me for Him does not take away that feeling of awe i have towards Him...i was so happy just to have the chance to be near Him...to smell is scent, to listen to his deep voice as He tells me stories to try and encourage me to excel at everything i do


i gave him His little Christmas gift. It was so hard to pick something but those cuff links to me represented Him... An encrusted and ever moving tourbillon. An old fashioned intricate system of gravity defying motion...like Master..precise, complex, balanced and just beautiful...


He took me out for a drink and said i could ask questions:..had so many of those but words escaped me when i saw Him...today i am kicking myself as i had planned to write them down but figured it's a stupid idea...being with Him my head entered into a different dimension...feelings i don't understand...but somehow feel right and natural.


a bumpy start to the day where i was unable to compete the task required of me..clitoral piercing...i was really scared of how i was going to be punished for it He had said He would flog me.


anticipation building as Master does not map out a road of safety for His slaves...trust, follow and obey...not where are we going? and what will we do? unacceptable and earned me a few more streaks on my arse. i kept remembering His words all day..no courage without fear...


Master drives me in His lovely black sports car...We drive to this beautiful little cabin looking place...up several steps high - like a little hill...enter...i see role play outfits and some interesting looking machine. My breathing is so irregular and i am scared...


On Your knees, present Yourself...He says..pulls my hair to the floor with gentle but hard pressure and my hands forward on the floor and talks to me...this is the first time i am kneeling before Him and whilst i was an explosion of raging mixed emotions inside it felt so right...so good...


He instructed me to change into my favourite leather Victorian corset that He got me and white boots and white stockings...i am still a BFSM Virgin and must wear white until i graduate from His school...i change my hands shaking. i open the door to the most beautiful room...Master in the middle on a throne looking at me...'Crawl on Your hands and knees, stop and look around you', i look. I had only seen a room like it in my dreams

Walls covered with pain and pleasure devices cages, Masks, dildos, floggers, whips chains, leather...dungeon furniture...all in dim lighting and beautifully arranged...He asked if anything there scared me...it would if I had not trusted Him completely...no it was exactly where i have wanted to be for so long...then He tells me about His two safe words.


i am made to lay my white cuffs and collar on the floor before Master. i was so excited about Master putting my collar on me..got smacked on my boobs a few times with leather while He was putting cuffs on me. Punishment for looking directly at Him. i know to avert my eyes. That process alone made me so wet..i wet the floor and my boots.


He restrains my hands behind my back, cuffs my ankles whilst my head is on the floor and my ass was up...he runs a paddle over my flesh and examines how i look and i go wild inside. He smacks me hard and i feel He is pleased that this bratty little miss high maintenance is completely vulnerable and helpless now and shaking. The only words that would come out today from her are Yes Master .


i received threats for my previous misbehaviour and my nipples are pinched so hard...i worship His hands...the pressure he applies in every touch is just perfect...then i am conducted into the ritual of wearing Master's collar...He holds out the collar in front of me and i am on my knees breathing Him in...am made to repeat after Him..i will obey my Master..then kiss the collar...i will not argue with my Master...kiss the collar...i will impress my Master..i will be positive for my Master. never felt so good. So happy to finally have it on...


Master pulls me to my feet and leads me to the section of flogging devices. So many different types that i had never seen. He asked me to tell him what i thought...i said i am more scared of things that look like a stick or a cane...so what does He do? of course...why did i say that...picks up a cane...puts in between my teeth and leads me to the fuck bench. i know that i am undeserving of my Master's cock...too naughty to receive actual intercourse yet...but as wild as my imagination is i had no idea it would be this good.


My wrists are chained to either sides of the bench where I lay face down and ass out. Fully exposed..a plug in my ass and my legs spread. Wet so wet it even embarrasses me...Master takes the cane of me. Begins my punishment. Repeat...i will obey my Master...smack...i scream..He looks so good flogging me..like body movements are so slick like He was born with cane in His hands...smack harder...I scream louder... the shock was much more than i expected...then he rolls the cane on my ass and begins to play with my clit...expert hands...never have i been touch like this by any man...the sensitivity is making my clit grow by the second...there is nothing i could do but moan and scream and thank Him and tell Him how i know i don't deserve His love and care and how i want to be a good slave for Him...smack...even harder...scream louder...tugging at my chains...no one has ever hit me before and no one has ever made me feel like this...repeat...i will impress my Master...smack...no more drama smack...He balances the cane on my ass and says i have to keep it in place whilst He fingers my wet and needy pussy...i am going crazy...i ask permission to come...He says yes...He taught me to count down from five..i count loud...he goes faster in and out of me...and here it comes...i scream and Thank Him as i explode around his fingers...He does not stop..He continues to hurt and pleasure me and i come again...i would come a million times more...


he takes a picture of my whipped ass...I smile..He smiles...they are very red and bruised...big streaks...i will wear them with pride even though every step kills...even though i can't sit...every time it hurts i will think of Him and feel aroused...thank You Master...

Thank You...



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