When I first saw his message in my inbox, I thought his handle, Sir Suspension, was rather pretentious. I had been actively searching the BDSM dating websites and chatlines for months, looking for a compatible Dom, but I wasn’t getting the right results. I corresponded with some interesting people along the way but few of them were looking for a monogamous relationship. That was my bottom line, and I wasn’t going to compromise.
I had had a few boyfriends before marrying my husband James, who loved to spank me. It was a playful element before we wed, but as the years passed he took us deeper and deeper into kinky sex. Often he would come home with sexy garments he wanted me to wear – a harness that surrounded my breasts, open crotch pvc panties, a strange cuff that bound my arms together behind my back from wrist to elbow.
At first I went along with his requests for his sake, but I soon found myself hungry for more. From spanking my ass with his hand, he moved to a flogger across my back and my thighs. Then he started spanking my pussy after tying my legs open with my silk scarves. Sometimes he would get carried away with his flogger and slapping and I would find myself transported, sky-high. It was a delicious, floating sensation. I felt that there was nothing I wouldn’t accept from him as long as it took me to that place.
Then one day he came home and said that he wanted to start training other submissives. He called them slaves. He said that a woman from work had confided in him that she wanted to learn how to surrender and had guessed that he was a dominant. I was shocked to hear that he had already told her that he was happy to take her on.
We had terrible fights and he tried to prove to me that it was all part of the scene – but I didn’t feel we were in a scene. I thought we were in a marriage. Sadly, we ended up getting divorced. I dated a few fellows but I found their romantic attentions very, well, boring. All that affectionate petting and soft kissing left much to be desired.
But a lot of men on the kinky dating sites were like my husband – they wanted me to be one of their stable. But I wanted love. Love and pleasure and pain. Anyway, as I was saying about Sir Suspension, I thought his name seemed silly, but he wrote me a very powerful email. It said:
"There can be no ecstasy without an emotional connection. I am not looking for every submissive, I am looking for one woman who is strong enough to surrender to me and to my dark ways. Don’t respond if you don’t feel you can handle something intense and personal."
As soon as I read that, I felt that he was talking right to me, and even though he signed it Sir Suspension. I wrote back:
"I am also looking for one man, one who is strong enough to make me completely forget myself and who wants me to belong to only him." I just signed it "Janice."
The next email he sent me his phone number and asked me to call anytime after 6:00pm. That gave me the impression that he really wasn’t married, that he really was single. I called the same night and it was a very exciting conversation. His voice was low, controlled, sexy. We made a date for the next night.
When I arrived at the café, wearing the bright yellow scarf I told him would be my distinguishing item, he greeted me right away and handed me a single rose. Something about the gesture brought a tear to my eye and he enveloped me in his hug. We clicked from the very first minute.
He took me to a table in the back of the café and we talked for a couple of hours. "I’m sick of so much coffee," he said, "would you be comfortable coming to my place and I’ll cook us dinner?"
I didn’t hesitate. We walked a couple of blocks to his lovely apartment where he sautéed us some delicious omelets. He put on some Barry White, as corny as that sounds, and we started to slow dance. I cuddled into his generous body but within a minute he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, descending onto my neck with an aggressive sucking action, then swallowing my ear. I squirmed inside his arms but he held me off-balance, making me immediately dependent on his grasp. I moaned uncontrollably, surprised and excited by the speed with which he had aroused me.
He scooped me up in his arms and walked down the hall to the very last room. I clung to him, unsure what was about to happen but already certain I could safely put myself into his hands. He pushed the door open and we entered a dark room. I couldn’t distinguish anything familiar.
"Do you want me to blindfold you, Janice?"
I shook my head no. I felt that I wanted to be fully aware of this first experience with Sir.
He carefully put me down in the middle of the room, steadying me until I was standing on my feet staring into his eyes with unspoken questions. He pulled out a strap and bound my wrists behind my back, closing the strap with a Velcro fastener. He rotated me until I was facing him and then, looking deep in my eyes, he unbuttoned my jersey, button by button. It was a simple act, but the manner in which he did it, the dominance that he projected onto even the most mundane action, made my legs tremble.
He pulled my jersey open and then mercilessly grabbed both of my nipples through the stretchy material of my bra. I felt a flood of moisture between my legs as I cried out "Yes, yes please!"
He knelt down behind me and I tried to twist my head to see what he was doing. He ran his hands from the back of my ankles, past my knees where he stopped to pinch the sensitive skin, and up my thighs under my skirt. He slapped my thighs lightly but repeatedly – so many times, in fact, that it began to really sting. I switched from leg to leg and he stopped.
"Don’t move, Janice. Don’t move one muscle unless I tell you to."
He resumed slapping the back of my thighs and then he stuck one hand in between my legs and slapped back and forth on my inner thighs. "Open your legs, please" he said, and I shuffled my feet about a foot apart.
With the back of his hand he slapped upwards against my pussy, his knuckles jarring me with increasing force. Bursts of tingling were replaced by heavy throbbing. I was finding it difficult to stand up.
"Do you want some support, Janice?" he asked me, just as I felt my legs would give out.
"Please," I answered breathlessly.
He reached up and grabbed hold of my panties, pulling them down to my ankles in one movement. Taking the hem of my skirt, he tucked it into the waistband. My ass and pussy were exposed and I twisted my body in embarrassment.
Then I watched him walk a couple of feet to the side of the room where he opened a closet door. Inside he seemed to press a button and I could hear a small motor whirling. I looked up towards where the sound was coming from to see a contraction of straps and netting descending from the ceiling. I was amazed.
He placed a main piece of the devise behind my butt and pulled me gently backwards. I sat in it – much like a sling swing - and he brought the strong netting under and around me. He slipped another thick strap under my ankles and then, pulling on my hair, brought me horizontal to the floor. Using a third wide swath, he supported my neck and head. I was held safely in the three places before he started adding all sorts of restraints around my knees and torso. As he worked around me, he stopped to pinch and twist my nipples or to roughly grab the flesh around my clit.
I was totally immobilized, hanging inside this mass of straps and netting, fully available to his every whim. He swung me around so that my head was near him and reached over my shoulder to grab the flesh of my breasts. He squeezed them so hard that I began to weep, but also to pump my hips with the excitement of it all. I couldn’t see what he was doing behind my head, although I could hear the sound of material and zippers.
Pulling on my hair, he drew my head backwards and began to beat my cheeks with his erection. He had removed all his clothes and from my position suspended on my back, I looked up at him standing behind my head and saw his long throbbing rod descend again and again on my face. I turned my head from side to side to avoid this humiliation, but he reminded me softly, "I said not to move, Janice."
Trying to lie still as he rubbed his bulging cockhead over my eyes, I felt my neck stretched back to its limits. "Open your mouth for me," he said, and I automatically complied. He shoved his cock deep into my throat and as I choked and gagged, he immediately came with great spurts. He pulled back out of me, spraying my eyes, my face, my tits with his cum cream.
I thought I could sense from his breathing that even he was surprised at the speed with which he had cum. He gasped a few times but then moved around to my side. With one hand he clutched my nipple and with the other he squeezed my clit. He pressed both nuggets and twisted them until I was nearly out of my mind. Then he began to slap my pussy and my tits at the same time and I was overwhelmed with waves of orgasm, as I sobbed with the sensations.
He left me suspended and restrained as I slowly recovered. It took me several minutes to realize that the sweet sadistic man was now wiping down my body with hot towels. "Now do you understand my name?" he asked me with a soft smile.
"Yes, Sir Suspension. Now I understand."
By Shoshana
