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She never took her eyes from him. He entered as he should, wearing only ankle and wrist cuffs the leather soft and supple, they fitted him perfectly, no studs or adornments of any kind, he needed none. He was a beautiful man, a delight to behold, and he was hers, owned body and soul by her. His own power emanated from him yet he moved with the grace of a cat, his martial arts gave him such a faultless economy of movement. In one fluid moment he came and knelt before her, bowed his head to her, remaining silent.

She smiled. Leaning forward she caressed his cheek tenderly, her long red nails tracing softly across his skin. Her voice a whispered purr. "My sweet, sweet boy." She smiled again as she felt a shiver run through his body at her touch "Yours, " he whispered. He kept his eyes downcast as she rose. From his position, he could see just the tips of her boots. She trailed her hand over his shoulders as she moved around him. Viewing him, assessing him admiring him.

Crouched behind him, she clicked a padlock onto the rings of his ankle cuffs, securing them together with a short length of chain. She then moved to stand before him, her legs straddling his kneeling form. She deftly fastened a tall posture collar around his neck, bringing his head up, and for the first time that day he looked into her face. This was a man who held himself proudly, no simpering sniveling slave, but in his eyes she saw no hint of rebellion, no glimpse of anything but total acceptance of her complete control over him.

He was hers, to do with as she wished. As she leaned close to him to lock the small silver padlock into place, she felt him shudder and she smiled once more. She knew that her essence filled his nostrils, that he breathed in her scent and that it thrilled him. She cupped his chin, tilting his head further back so she could better look into his eyes. She whispered, "Whose?" His reply came in a hoarse sigh, "Yours." This was her boy and she knew him, knew his ***s and his desires, knew his strength and his endurance.

Fastening a leash to the D ring at the front of his collar, she gave a sharp tug. Silently he stood and followed her. The crisp clean click of her heels contrasted sharply with the near soundless pad of his bare feet on the paved floor. She walked at a brisk pace, tugging on his leash occasionally to *** him to move more quickly. Slowing her pace only marginally to accommodate his difficulty negotiating the garden steps, she led him out into the large terraced garden. Moving across the gravel path she felt him stumble, but did not slacken the pace at which she walked. He scurried to keep up with her. Abruptly, she stopped, turned, and  looked deep into his eyes, holding his gaze for a moment. She produced a leather hood from the small pouch she carried over her shoulder and fixed it firmly in place over his head, pulling the leather lacing tight.

He stood motionless, now in complete darkness, the sounds of the garden muffled by the hood. She set off in the direction of a large oak tree at the centre of the lawn, he followed her, his stride confident in her ability to keep him safe from harm. Upon reaching the tree, she guided him to lean forward, his chest pressed against its rough bark. With practiced skill she lashed red silk ropes through his wrist cuffs and tied his arms around the trunk. With still more rope, she circled the trunk, binding him to it in a torturous embrace. Finally, through an eyehook hidden at base the ground she secured his ankles. Once he was firmly restrained, she stepped very close, so close she could feel the heat of his body against her skin, smell the scent of his sweat.

Through the thick leather of the black hood he wore, he heard her voice purring close to his ear, "Mine." An involuntary shiver ran through his entire body. This thrilled her as always, and she stroked his bare back lightly with her nails purring soft words of comfort, offering tender touches before, without warning, she raked her nails harshly down the length of his spine. His muscles tensed, but he remained silent. Seeing the red tracks her nails had left on his skin she was pleased. Leaning beside the tree were a collection of canes she had left there earlier. Taking up the thinnest of them, she stepped back with deceptive s***d she brought the cane down across his exposed buttock, instantly red welts appeared...6 quick strokes produced a starred pattern across his arse behind. His body went rigid, and he sucked air hard through the zipped mouth hole of the leather hood. Before his body had time to relax, she stepped in close behind him, pressing the full length of her body against his, licking a bead of sweat from between his shoulder blades. Purring softly into his ear, "Such a good boy."  After selecting a thicker rod she stepped back and began skillfully to stripe his butt. Never landing on the same place twice she paused from time to time to move close to him, telling him what a good boy he was praising his strength and softly running her long nails across his tender buttocks or slapping his bared arse hard with her open palm, overlaying a bright hand print on the red welts of the canes harsh kiss. At each pause he did not know if the touch would be tender or cruel. With each temporary halt she selected a new cane, each slightly different from the last. Longer, shorter, thicker, more flexible, stiffer, each leaving its own unique mark on his buttocks and thighs. His body gleamed with sweat and his breathing came in rough gasps, her own became a panting caress against his skin. Her eyes shone with delight. She was so proud of her boy and she told him so.

Finally she stepped back and surveyed her handiwork. His bottom appeared a mass of unforgiving red welts. Slowly she caressed his back and buttocks, feeling the heat the welts gave off, the goose bumped texture of his ***d behind. With infinite tenderness she removed his hood. Lovingly she finger combed his sweaty hair, soft lips brushing against his neck and ear. whispering words of pride.

Quickly she removed the chain that bound his ankles, the ropes that had held him still almost hugging their tree for and she stood strong and tall allowing his weakened body to lean against her, enabling him to draw strength from her. After a moment or two standing together in this intimate embrace she guided him to a blanket that she had arranged on the ground in the shade of the tree that had held him. Lying down beside him she gathered him to her, stroking his skin softly, pressing her lips gently against his sweaty skin.. He nuzzled against her, clinging to her, quiet sobs wracked his body and he clung to her as if his life depended on it. Drawing comfort from her, they lay together quiet and still, him cradled in her arms, content and sated.
This was her boy and she was so proud of him.

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Love this! Would love to hear more!

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3 minutes ago, Luka-999999 said:

Love this! Would love to hear more!

Thank you, I wasn't sure how it would be received, you've set my mind at ease 😊

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@MzJax More please 😊

Loved reading your perspective. Beautifully written and wonderfully erotic.

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@MzJax🐺🐾🐾.....a truly blessed ,crafted erotic ,gift......Thank you so much for sharing......🙏

echoing & reiterating sentiments above......🙏 pleeeease MzJax, may we humbly have more of your wordweaving???🙏🌳 

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5 minutes ago, Bounty said:

@MzJax More please 😊

Loved reading your perspective. Beautifully written and wonderfully erotic.

Thank you @Bounty this is my definition of what sensual sadism is to me, I'm glad that came through 😊 (also, between you and I, based on a real experience I had back when I was younger 🤫)

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7 minutes ago, allshookup said:

Really good MzJax. It got me super excited!

I'm glad you enjoyed it, thank you.

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1 minute ago, FenSWitches said:

@MzJax🐺🐾🐾.....a truly blessed ,crafted erotic ,gift......Thank you so much for sharing......🙏

echoing & reiterating sentiments above......🙏 pleeeease MzJax, may we humbly have more of your wordweaving???🙏🌳 

Thank you @FenSWitches 😊

Most of my writing reflects my mood at the time, unfortunately as of late that means darker themes and quite possibly not appropriate for forums, but the response so far has Definitely encouraged me to consider taking up writing again.

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🙏🐺🐾🐾 @ MzJax.......the power of words,bringing up senses into realms of understanding........sometimes it is darkest before the dawn, moods pass as clou ds windbourne........i await more of your writtings, in respect & wonder & friendship🙏🙏🙏🌳💚🌳

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Fantastic writing how I wished I was him tied to the tree.Would love to read more!

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Excellent writing!  @MzJax, we seem to be of like-mind, when it comes to sensual domination.  I would be interested in hearing more about these "darker themes".  Of course, I can understand your reluctance, as I have failed to post stories, for much the same reason.  Still, folks might find such themes more enjoyable, if the came from a Lady Domme perspective, rather than as a male-dominated story.  I feel that this group would benefit greatly, from a little more "spice".

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Yes I agree and I’m definitely one for the darker stuff.I’m an artist who explores anxiety ***s and sexual sadism aswell as grim realities of life so it’s a pleasure to read through your thoughts. 😈

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4 hours ago, TAROTT said:

Fantastic writing how I wished I was him tied to the tree.Would love to read more!

Thank you 😊

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3 hours ago, Phoenyx said:

Excellent writing!  @MzJax, we seem to be of like-mind, when it comes to sensual domination.  I would be interested in hearing more about these "darker themes".  Of course, I can understand your reluctance, as I have failed to post stories, for much the same reason.  Still, folks might find such themes more enjoyable, if the came from a Lady Domme perspective, rather than as a male-dominated story.  I feel that this group would benefit greatly, from a little more "spice".

I've read a few of the stories posted here, I've enjoyed some immensely, but if I'm honest, for me personally I do find the majority hard to relate to..the female perspective almost always being from either a submissive point of view, or, from a male perspective of a stereotypical fantasy perception of what a Domme or Sadist should be, and I stress I have absolutely no problem with that, I know that's extremely popular, but..its not representative of me and what I like, whether in fiction, erotica or real time.

To the Oak was an attempt to show more of who I am, of what I do, what I enjoy, a glimpse people might not realise from my rather downplayed profile..(a deliberate choice, wanting people to engage with me as a whole person rather than a handy kink dispenser).

The darker themes might, with some tweaking be acceptable here, I shall have to look and see if there's guidance about that on site, my caution is more about not triggering anyone accidentally rather than offending.

I appreciate your compliment and encouraging words @Phoenyx, thank you.

 

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4 hours ago, TAROTT said:

Yes I agree and I’m definitely one for the darker stuff.I’m an artist who explores anxiety ***s and sexual sadism aswell as grim realities of life so it’s a pleasure to read through your thoughts. 😈

I did wonder if the art on your profile was yours or pieces you had found inspiring..you have a real talent.

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Yes Mistress I’m the artist and I thank you for liking my work as I like your creativity too

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3 hours ago, Andy_77 said:

That sounds amazing and so wonderful MzJax

 @Andy_77 I'm glad you could relate and enjoy it 😊

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