Chapter 3

My mouth went dry as I stared at his profile, my heart hammering in my chest, and my imagination running wild. I pictured him snapping those cuffs onto my wrists, the click echoing loudly, a sound that made my body shiver in anticipation. Then I imagined the crop dragging across my ass cheeks before bringing it down hard. The sting would spread immediately, making my skin red and tender, and I’d push back involuntarily, craving more and craving the pain that came with his dominance

His page wasn’t flashy at all, which somehow pulled me in even deeper. There was no over-the-top bullshit, no cheap tricks or dramatic displays, just the tools of real play, real scenes, and a glimpse into control practiced and honed. I kept reading, my hand slipping at intervals under the sheet to grip my cock. It was half-hard now, throbbing slightly, and I stroked it slowly, and deliberately, trying to prolong the ache rather than satisfy it. His words sank in, settling in my chest like a warm fire and making my pulse spike with a mixture of lust and longing.

He wrote more.

“I’m new here, and while I’m not looking for a relationship, I want a steady and consistent partner. I want someone who shares my kinks and also enjoys real conversation. I’m not interested in something quick with no connection. I need aftercare and time to talk. If that’s not what you want, then I’m not the Dom for you. I’m demanding and intense, and I know what I want, but I’m not cruel. I take my time and won’t stop until both your body and your mind feel right, and we both get what we need.”

My chest heated further as I read those lines and my heart beat faster, each thump loud in my ears, pounding against my ribs. Sweat beaded along my skin despite the cool air of the room. I didn’t know this man at all. He could be lying, and exaggerating every word to lure in a desperate sub like me. Maybe none of it would translate into real life, maybe his hands wouldn’t be as rough as his words suggested, maybe his commands wouldn’t make me drop to my knees or make my hole clench and throb in submission, and maybe his cock wouldn’t slam into me until I saw stars.

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And yet, there was something in the way he wrote that set him apart from every other Dom I’d ever encountered. Something that made my gut twist and my cock pulse full and hard. My hand squeezed tighter, imagining the scene after a session with him holding me close, his warm solid body pressing into mine, whispering that I did good, praising me as I came down from the torment, feeling small and taken care of all at once.

That mix of heat and calm washed over me in waves. The excitement of imagining the submission, the ropes cutting into my skin, the crop biting my ass, collided with the calm reassurance of aftercare, the promise that he would not only take me apart but put me back together. Most Doms I’d met before wanted only the first part, they wanted the domination, the control, the raw and the brutal play, then they left me aching and empty but this… this felt different.

I didn’t have the strength to hold back any longer. I had to message him and needed to see if he would respond, if this spark of hope could actually burn into something real.

Was I raising my hopes too high? Absolutely. I’d been burned before by guys who talked big online and then went soft when it came to the real thing but I wanted this, and I wanted everything he offered, the torment, the pleasure and the total surrender.

My fingers trembled as I typed carefully.

“Hello, Dom. I came across your profile and was really drawn to what you had written. I’d love to chat and see if we click, and if our kinks and interests line up. Looking forward to your reply.”

I hit send, leaned back against my pillows, and let out short, shaky breaths. The site showed him online, the green dot glowing but that meant nothing. He could be chatting with ten other subs right now, or he could glance at my profile, see my list of kinks, bondage, spanking, humiliation, anal play and decide I wasn’t worth his time. My luck with Doms had always been shitty, always ending with me frustrated, jerking off alone when they bailed or couldn’t deliver the dominance I craved.

I tried to distract myself, scrolling through more profiles. One showed a dungeon, chains dangling from the ceiling, a bench for strapping down subs ass-up and my mind immediately wandered to bending over for Dominanttothecore, imagining my hole exposed while he lubed a thick dildo, worked it in slowly, stretching me until I begged for his cock instead. Another profile listed watersports, twisting my guts because that wasn’t my thing but before I could dwell on it a notification pinged, breaking through my thoughts. It was a new message from him.

Dominanttothecore: “Yes. You can call me Dom while we talk, and if we meet up, I demand it. It is good that you asked. I’ve read your profile, and I like what I see. But let me be clear, if you’re only looking for a quick thrill, I’m not the Dom for you. I want a steady, devoted play partner, someone I can push, test, and train, someone who learns my expectations, who obeys without hesitation, and who trusts me to take control and fulfill every need. In return, I will demand their loyalty, attention, and surrender because anything less will never be enough.”

His words hit me like an earthquake, shaking me from the inside out. My insides rattled in a way that felt soothing, grounding, but not frightening, like he was cracking my walls gently but firmly, letting me see the part of me I usually kept locked away. It was ridiculous, feeling this level of connection after a single message, but for the first time since I started hunting for a Dom, I was hopeful.

I clicked into the chat box again, my hands shaking and my palms slick with sweat.

Me: “Yes, Dom. That’s exactly what I crave. I’ve waited for someone who can demand me completely, and I’ll give myself to them without hesitation. I’ve never met anyone who can push me, guide me, and own me the way I need to be owned.”

His reply came almost immediately.

Dominanttothecore: “Tell me… what does that do to you? How does it make you feel?”

I froze, staring at the screen because no Dom had ever asked that before. Most jumped straight to orders or dick pics, never pausing to check on my headspace. This was unnerving but in a good, electrifying way. My chest tightened, a thrill of panic washing over me, my nerves humming. And then another message popped up, just after the first:

Dominanttothecore: “Take your time, boy. There’s no need to hurry.”

That word boy sent a jolt straight to my cock. It jumped, fully hard now, tenting the sheet. I sat up straighter in bed, propping the laptop on my thighs, the heat from the screen warming my skin. I thought about his words. I knew the feelings churning inside me, but putting them into words was hard. It was like he already saw me stripped bare, not just my body but the parts no one bothered to look at. The needy sub who wanted to be owned, used hard, then held tight.

My cock throbbed as I typed, pre-cum slicking the head. I backspaced once, wanting to be honest.

Me: “Dom… it made me ache, made my cock stir and throb even though I’m not fully hard yet. I feel shaky inside, like every thought and nerve is on fire but in a way. I’m desperate and hopeful… hoping this is exactly what I’ve been searching for, that I can be everything you need, and that in surrendering to you, I’ll finally get everything I’ve been craving too.”

I paused, my eyes closing as I pictured his profile again. The crop in his hand, ready to mark my ass. The cuffs that would hold me still while he fingered my hole deep, curling to hit my prostate until I leaked all over the floor.

Me: “And I feel seen… completely, in a way I didn’t know I needed until now. Does that make sense to you, Dom?”