27 Nov

i sent Him my poem, just a few hours before He came over last night.  

i got His instructions ~ He was coming here, i should have my mat ready, and wear “panties and buttons,” which clearly means a shirt with buttons and nothing else but panties, instructions that are easy to follow.

He said He wanted to fondle me right away.  It seemed His mind was working on the same lines as mine, so i sent Him the poem.

He may have already planned every thing He did last night, or He may have tweaked it after He got the poem.  In either case, here’s a little piece of what happened.

i’m on my mat in front of Him  ~ He’s on the couch.

The collar is first.  When He attaches the padlock, which lays cold on my chest, i feel that first lovely slip into submission.  Thoughts, worries, the rest of the universe begin to disappear.

“Give me your hands,” He says.  He wraps them in rope, a metal ring in the middle, between my hands. He’ll attach me to the door with this ring later, pull my hands  high above my head, while He spanks me.  

Now He plays with me for a little bit, teasing my nipples, stroking my hair, touching wherever He wants.

Then He gathers my hair, pulls it together into a little ponytail, high on my head.  He fastens it with a coated rubber band.  

My hair is bound tightly.

A short piece of rope is next, wrapped securely, knotted into my hair.  A metal ring is fastened into that as well.  i don’t know if i’m to be attached to something or ~

~ if He just plans to use it to direct me.  A slight tug on the rope moves my head back quite sharply, raises my chin immediately.

i whimper, slipping deeper.

He has me put my hands behind my head.  Tied together, i don’t have to remember to keep them up, they’re quite secure.  Not uncomfortable.

And i’m fully exposed.

Nipple clamps are next.  

They have a metal chain between them, and He’s attached a piece of rope to the middle of the chain.  He has me hold the rope in my mouth while He fastens the clamps.

 i think He’ll have me open my mouth and drop the rope, and the chain will pull, and omg, it’s not tennis shoes, but i’m a wimp about nipple clamps, and i think that will hurt enough.

But o, no.

He has much more diabolical plans.

Yes.  Diabolical.

Once He gets the clamps securely fastened, He pushes my head down so my chin is lower, toward my chest.  Then He adjusts the rope in my mouth so it’s taut.

It doesn’t hurt, i can feel it a little bit, and of course i can feel the clamps, but i’m ok. i’m fine.

Head down, hands fastened behind my head, clamps on my nipples, rope in my mouth, and i’m fine.

He goes on to other things.  

A rope harness for my hips, the rope running between my legs, rubbing against my clit.

He checks often to see how wet i am, and i don’t disappoint Him.  He is pleased.

But at some point, my neck starts to get stiff.  i raise my head to stretch it, with the rope between my teeth, attached to the chain, attached to the nipple clamps ~~ and it pulls.  

It pulls my breasts up by the nipples.


He smiles.

i put my head back down pretty quickly, marveling at how diabolical a plan He’s worked here.  Stretch my neck ~ immediate nipple pain.  Avoid the nipple pain ~ aching neck.

But if i thought i could avoid the nipple torture by keeping my head down, no matter how stiff my neck got ~ which really, i couldn’t have anyhow ~ but even if i could have, it wouldn’t have worked because ~

There is the hair bondage, and the rope attached to my hair ~

~ and He tugs it slightly ~

~raising my chin, lifting my eyes to His smiling face.

“Feel that?” He says casually.

“Mmmpft,” is all i can really say with the rope in my mouth.

“Yeah, I imagine that hurts a little bit,” He says.

“Uh ittle it?” i mumble.

“O, more than a little?”  He asks. 

i grunt “‘es ir, ~ uh ot,” meaning “a lot.”

“Does it now?” He says, tugging a couple of more times before He releases my hair.

“mmmhmmm” is about all i can say.  But i’m laughing at the same time, He’s so calm about it, so gentle.

And then He just casually goes on to other things!  

i lose track of when He lets me drop the rope…  was it when He had me pressed to the door, ass out, spanking me?  i know the clamps were still on, can’t remember if the rope was still in my mouth…

i don’t know.

It doesn’t matter.

He did things to me for a long time, interspersing it all with orgasms, pain and pleasure so mixed…

and thinking about it now,

nipples sore,

my whole body tingling still,

all i want is to do it all over again.

i am a greedy slut.  

And He is a diabolical Dom.

14 Responses to “Diabolical”

  1. Mick November 27, 2011 at 7:17 am #

    very clever…. Mick

    • aisha November 27, 2011 at 4:49 pm #

      Grinning… He is, isn’t He? aisha

  2. Alujna November 27, 2011 at 7:32 am #

    when you lose track of when he does what,
    when you’re so far gone,
    that you don’t care,
    and all you’re waiting for is to see
    what he’s going to do next….
    you’re in deep!

    • aisha November 27, 2011 at 4:50 pm #


      No doubt! If there was any doubt that i was in deep, it’s long gone.


  3. sin November 27, 2011 at 8:21 am #

    And there you are the next day, still sore, wanting it all over again.

    • aisha November 27, 2011 at 4:51 pm #


      I know! Wild, isn’t it? Good grief, i could end up -anywhere! And be ok with it… yikes.



  4. pepper November 27, 2011 at 10:14 am #

    i believe greedy is one of our defining terms…at least it is in my cupboard. How can we help it, when they do what they do so well?

    • aisha November 27, 2011 at 4:58 pm #


      Yes, it seems like it for sure! Funny, isn’t it? But you’re right, it’s such an array of pleasures they feed us…


  5. Bill November 27, 2011 at 10:47 am #

    A lovely explanation of what a Dom does, glad you had a good time!

    • aisha November 27, 2011 at 4:59 pm #

      Thanks, Bill! It was that, wasn’t it? Hadn’t thought of it quite that way, but o, yes. You Doms are amazing…


  6. thesubmissivebf November 27, 2011 at 10:53 am #

    Sounds like heaven to me, giggle.

    • aisha November 27, 2011 at 4:59 pm #


      {giggling} Actually, it was….


  7. vanillamom November 28, 2011 at 1:26 am #

    I started to read this a.m. and got interrupted. now here i am at 130 in the morning catching up…the upside of insomnia??

    and first…the blog is beautiful!!! i love the updated look, love the new picture…love the format.

    second…wow, he is so wicked…wicked and good. wicked and awesome. and of course, diabolical.

    it sounds like a wicked good time was had by all…and i can just *hear* the sweet tones in his voice, the *kindness* of it…even as he hurts you….even as he pulls you deeper into the coil of lust and pain and pleasure…

    a delightful read, a delightful Dom, and thank you, aisha, for sharing something so intense and personal and beautiful with us!


    • aisha November 28, 2011 at 4:43 am #

      Thanks, ‘Nilla! I’m so glad you like the new blog look! I had fun doing it… well, kind of.

      And yeah, {happy sigh…} He is “all that,” isn’t he?

      But i hate that you can’t sleep and that you’re up reading at 1:30 in the morning!! That’s no good!



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