Copyright© 1992-2003

There was a gay dog from Ontario
Who fancied himself a Lothario.
At a wench's glance
He'd snatch off his pants
And make for her Mons Venerio.

My desires do run a little different than what some consider "normal". Yet I'm not alone, a large underground full of people are into my own kink. Normal, everyday people. With middle-class families and kids, yet their desires do also run very slanted.

Yvonne was such a person. Her life was what I would call "regular", at least the little I knew about it. To tell the truth I'm not even sure if Yvonne is her real name? I had only met her upon the busy rush-hour transit an hour ago. And here she was standing in my basement.

With amusement I watched her look around at the toys and articles of my kink. I watched her moist tongue lick along her already moist lips, a very arousing sight. Her hands kept clenching and unflinching her briefcase, which was also crossed before her as a if it was a shield. I enjoyed her nervousness and uncertainty. It was my game. Yvonne was dressed very business-like, yet I had no idea what she did, nor did I care. Tonight would be for pleasure not business.

"I don't think I could do this." She said, her eyes unable to come off one wall, which I called the "dungeon" side. I gave no reaction nor did I deny her exit to my hideaway. The ground rules were already set before she had stepped into my house. She could leave any time, and I will not object or stop her. But while she was down in my basement she was mine!

We were strangers, I assumed her desires were stronger than her common sense about strange men on transit trains. Why else would she be here? Many of my new women were exactly like her. Yvonne was a lost flower in the wind and I am about to grasp her into my firm grasp.

If you had not guessed it by now, I am a dominate(dom) and Yvonne was to be my current submissive(sub). My "slave" if you will!

I gave her time to look around. Knowing, that waiting for my first order to be given was harder than the actual execution. Not for all, of course, but the unknown sub was very nervous. Action may or may not cure that. Did she have a husband at home? Perhaps even waiting for her? I didn't care.

"Take your clothes off Yvonne." A simple statement, spoken quietly and an air of non-compromise. The sub took a deep breath then dropped her briefcase to the floor at her feet. She turned around towards me and brought both hands to her throat to unclasped the broach pinned there.

The game was afoot!

I leaned back against a wooden work horse, sanded down for special uses, and openly admired the small woman. The one piece dress took very little time to fall to the floor around her ankles. Her shoes, hose, bra and panties followed. She finally stood straight determined to continue with the game, daring me to look upon her nakedness.

"Let your hair down and take your earrings out." A little surprised she pulled out the gold studs, the hair clasp also was undone very quickly.

Few people can stand naked in a warm damp dungeon and not feel just a little nervous especially with a stranger watching minutely. I let the silence hang for almost three minutes, while I scrutinized her body. The hard nipples, the full bush between her legs were complimentary in terms of what was to come next. She was a tiny woman, with small round face and a cute small nose. The smile she wore when she first came down my stairs was gone, now she bit the bottom of her lip.

"Turn slowly," she followed my directions, and I saw her small tummy, her round buttocks, "stop." Her back was facing me. I was presented with what I considered one of the most attractive features upon a woman. The buttocks and legs. Both of which were very attractive upon this lady.

I considered asking her to bend over to allow me a formal view, but dropped it when she began to speak. "I don't w..."

I snapped, "Quiet!" After a deep sigh I explained, "as a slave you don't speak without permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Her voice was quivering slightly. Excellent!

"You will address me by my the name, Earl. Again do you understand?"

"Yes Earl!" She sounded determined. This was the part of my program where a woman will have second thoughts and leave. I half-expected this early thirtyish woman to do just that. She had a strong will, but as a dom I know they were also the most fun to break.

I again appraised her backside for a full five minutes, until her body was trembling beyond control. Her torso was shivering as if chilled. What to do with this lady?

"In front of you slave is a rack, take out the leather stick with the straps attached to the end." She walked over and returned, her eyes wide and looking upon the horrifying object. Yvonne was an intelligent woman, she knew what the object was for.

She stood in front of me and I took the cat from her hand. "Don't move." Still leaning against the horse I pressed the hard tip of the cat into her body. The butt rubbed along the round soft cheek to her chin. Then down to her chest and up the firmness of her breast. I took my time with everything, knowing the pleasure for both of us will be easily compounded the longer we waited. She shivered very violently as the hard end flicked her tight hard nipple. I didn't tarry but continued down her smooth white skin to her belly button. Again I left that area and ventured to her waist and hip, running up and down the marvellous contour. The butt ran along her skin to her knee where it quickly slide to the inside of her leg. I watched her face as the end of the handle ran up along the inside of her thigh, the extremely soft and inviting skin shivering against the hard leather. Yvonne bite the bottom of her lip, her eyes closed awaiting the inevitable. I didn't press it to her sex, instead I flicked her thick curly hair with it. Only for a second, let her have a taste and she will come back for more.

"Turn around slave." She did, her muscles quivering so much that it seemed difficult for her to follow my instructions.

Very gently I placed my palm upon her round right buttock that faced towards me. "You are a very attractive lady Yvonne," she of course didn't say anything, my hand working up into the crack of her bottom, "yes, you are a very exciting slave."

"Thank you Earl." She had added the perfect amount of humility to her statement, simple perfection for a sub.

"I'm going to punish you slave."

"Thank you Earl." Her body quivered violently again.

I stood up from the polished horse and grunted for her to bend face forwards over it. Very quickly her wrists and ankles were tied tightly with an expertise that would not damage the attractive skin of this woman. I had done this before! A male dom has to remember that his sub's are still woman, that they still enjoy the delights of other woman. Perhaps it was the pain, or the total domination that excited them beyond what was "normal". A dom that remembers to fulfil his sub's fantasies as well as his own - is one that is in demand.

The leather strips of the cat ran along the smooth skin of her back. A most peculiar sensation prior to being punished, if my sub's are to be believed. In her position, Yvonne presented her backside to me, the length of her crack leading down to the sprout of hair poking of that region. I may be prejudiced but I believe it is the most attractive position for a woman to be placed in. Yet this sub was not properly trained, "Arch your back slave, present your bottom for my desires." She did, but could see that she was uncomfortable in such a position. "This is a position that I require of you, if you tire and forget, the punishment will be multiplied. Do you understand Yvonne?"

"Yes Earl." Her bottom was simply a work of art!

I took a step back, and again admired the form before me. The cat hissed through the air as I swung it back and forth, Yvonne had no idea if or when the first cut would be applied. All a part of the game, I assure you. She tensed upon every swish through the air, anxious and afraid for the sting of the cat. I was in control, and my wish was paramount!