Chapter 4

My nerves hit me hard as I pressed send. Every nerve in my body buzzed, my skin tingling as if he were already touching me, already holding me close and demanding my obedience. I imagined our first meeting, the way he would look at me, his eyes sharp, assessing, commanding. He’d order me to strip slowly, every inch of my naked body laid bare to his gaze, the heat in his eyes making my skin flush.

“Kneel, boy.”

I’d drop, my knees hitting the floor with a soft thud, my mouth opening wide for his cock. I could almost feel his hands gripping my hair, tugging me back with roughly and forcing tears to trail down my cheeks as he fucked my face roughly, showing me exactly who I belonged to. Then he’d flip me over, with my ass up and my chest pressing into the mattress as he raised that paddle. The first strike would make my skin flare red, the sting spreading sharply. .

“Count them, boy. Thank me for each one.”

I’d gasp, my voice breaking as I shivered under the pain and pleasure combined, my hole clenching empty, aching for his fingers to fill it, stretching me wide without warning until I whimpered uncontrollably.

The wait for his reply felt endless and my hand drifted under the sheet, stroking my cock slowly, teasingly, trying to calm the desperate ache that pulsed through me. I imagined his voice growling commands, low and firmly, controlling me even from miles away.

“Spread your legs wider. Show me that hungry hole.”

I would obey instinctively, my hands moving to pull my cheeks apart, exposing myself completely, letting him see my need in the fantasy of my mind. I could picture him inspecting me, slapping my ass hard, then lubing up and sinking his thick cock deep inside me, driving with no mercy, pounding me into the mattress with his balls slapping against mine, his grunts filling the air as he claimed every inch of me.

“You’re mine now, boy. Take it all.”

The thought made me leak, pre-cum slicking my hand as I pumped faster, edging myself, saving release for when he commanded it. His words echoed in my mind, promising more than just sex but a perfect mix of torment and pleasure. I imagined the flogger tails painting stripes across my back, my nipples hardening under the sting, only to be soothed moments later by the press of his tongue and hands, then his cock sliding in with unrelenting force. Conversations would follow, his arms around me, asking about limits, exploring what made me tick, taking his time to hold me close without rushing me out the door. That care made my chest tighten in a new kind of ache I hadn’t felt before. I wanted to be his steady boy, the one he depended on to kneel perfectly, to take every mark and every thrust, to beg for what he’d give.

Minutes ticked by, my body shifting on the bed and my ass brushing against the sheets. My hole ached, needy, desperate to be filled. I thought about grabbing a plug from my drawer, a toy I’d bought but never used with a partner but no, not yet.This was his to command.

Finally, a notification came in, but it wasn’t him. It was just some random ad. Frustration bubbled in me, mixing with the ache in my balls. What if he didn’t reply? What if I’d said too much and scared him off?

It was as if he knew that I was starting to get frustrated, because soon enough, I got his message.

Dominanttothecore: “It makes perfect sense. This is good and honesty like this is what I demand. Tell me more about what you crave. I want you to be specific.”

My breath caught. Specific? Oh, I could do that. My fingers flew across the keys, my heart thudding, my cock throbbing, and I poured it all out without hesitation.

Me: "I crave being told what to do, Dom, in bed, and sometimes even outside of it. I want ropes tying me tight, my wrists and ankles bound so I can’t move. Your hand spanking my ass until it’s red and sore, making me count each smack. I want your fingers in my hole, stretching me, prepping me for your cock. I want to suck you deep, gag on it while you call me your good slut. I need humiliation too, words that make me feel small and completely owned. And after… I need you holding me, making sure I’m okay."

Sending that felt exposing, like I’d stripped completely naked in front of him already. My cock ached, untouched, throbbing for him. My mind ran wild, picturing him cuffing me to a wooden cross, the rough grain biting into my back, the flogger tails snapping across my chest and nipples hard under the sting.

“Beg for my cock.”

I’d whimper: “Please, Dom, fuck your sub’s hole.”

He’d grin, unzip, and ram in, filling me completely, thrusting until I came without touching myself.

His reply came fast this time.

Dominanttothecore: “That’s a start. I like a boy who knows his place. Describe how you’d kneel for me right now.”

Heat flooded my face and groin. Kneel? Here, alone? But the command pulled me under. I slid off the bed, my knees hitting the carpet. It was rough, biting into my skin just right. My cock was bobbing hard as I typed one-handed, the other steadying me.

Me: “On my knees, Dom with my back straight, hands behind my back and eyes down, waiting for your order. My cock hard and leaking for you.”

Dominanttothecore:“Good boy. Imagine my hand on your head, pushing you forward. Open your mouth.”

His words made me obey in my mind, my lips parting and tongue out. I could almost taste him, salty and musky with his hick head sliding over my tongue. He’d fuck my mouth slowly, then faster, drool running down my chin.

“Swallow every drop when I cum.”

The chat went on like that, him guiding my fantasies and me spilling more. He asked about limits and safe words. I told him yellow to slow down, red for stop.

He replied, telling me that he would respect that but would also push me to the edge. Edges like edging my cock for hours, tied down, vibrator buzzing against my balls while he watched, denying me release until I sobbed.

My room felt hotter, the air thick with arousal. Sweat trickled down my back, pooling at the base of my spine. I wanted to touch myself so badly, but his last message held me back.

“No stroking of your cock yet, wait for my permission.”

How did he know what I wanted to do? It was like he controlled me already, miles away.

We talked about our kinks deeply, bondange first. He loved shibari, ropes crisscrossing my body, and my cock tied tight at the base to make me swell bigger. Then impact next, we talked about paddles, canes, and his belt cracking across my thighs. I’d mark up pretty for him, bruises blooming like badges. Then we moved to anal, talking about plugs to wear all day, training my hole for bigger toys, then his fist if I earned it.

The thought made me whimper aloud, my ass clenching. Humiliation was about calling me his cum dump, making me crawl and beg but always with aftercare, his voice praising me.

“You’ll get there with me. I’ll whip you until you break, then fuck the pieces back together.”

I believed him and in fact, I wanted it.