Unique86 A Unique Path Through the World of D/s

Hi all. I grabbed this from my FetLife profile. Please feel free to visit my page and view photos of me with my Doms, or send a message/friend request. Here is the first blog post in my D/s journey.

Writing was never really my strong suit. In fact, growing up there wasn’t much I excelled at. I carried significant extra weight, received poor grades despite trying hard, lacked social skills entirely, struggled with sports, and had no idea what direction to take with my life. At 16, I weighed 200 lbs and stood 4’10” with hardly any lean muscle; I hadn’t kissed a girl yet and rarely spoke to one either, viewed as hopeless in every regard. Now at 28, sitting on a king-size Tempur-Pedic sleigh bed from an overpriced Crate & Barrel catalog, I look up at the 25-foot cathedral ceiling of my master bedroom. I live alone in this 4-bedroom, 2,400 sq ft house situated on private acreage within a cul-de-sac. My garage holds an Italian motorcycle, a snowmobile, and three luxury cars, including one exotic vehicle worth over $158,000. Oh, did I mention I built the house myself at age 21? It is fully paid off.

But I wasn’t always so set up. There were my deepest desires which I am certain would have died with me if no one had ever known them. Today, however, I have a stunning girlfriend who acts as my Dom. While others might call me fortunate, it has been strategic moves over the years that brought me to this point in life. One of the most powerful actions a person can take is truly believing that anything they desire is within reach; with effort and dedication, you can achieve it. The woman I am currently dating—my Dom—hadn’t even heard what a Dom or sub was just a couple of months ago. By playing my cards correctly, I have entered into a 24/7 chastity lifestyle that I adore, and I truly believe she might love it slightly more than I do! Many readers may wonder how I transformed from a short, overweight kid to someone successful by our cultural standards. The answer lies in hard work and dedication across every area: health, career, women, and sexuality.

My greatest early achievement was shedding nearly 70 lbs and dropping below 7% body fat with defined muscles within about a year at age 16, entirely naturally. My formula involved mental commitment, rigorous effort, and cleaning up my diet. This accomplishment paved the way for me to gain the confidence needed to tackle any challenge I set before myself in life. Having control over your destiny is perhaps the most powerful force on earth; although lately everything appeared perfect from the outside, inside I craved more. I wanted what I had always secretly desired: a Dom/sub relationship where I am submissive in the bedroom while remaining dominant in real life. This was the secret to my happiness, and I knew I had to secure it.

After an unsuccessful five-year partnership with a woman who was naturally submissive, I parted ways for a time and lived mostly vanilla in both daily life and intimacy. After years of striving without full satisfaction, I met someone quite different from the typical attractive woman. Most women enjoy shoes, spas, makeup, and tropical getaways because society tells them those are what they should like. This particular woman was distinct. Her depth and interests exceeded anyone else’s I had ever known, not because culture dictated her tastes but because she pursued things that genuinely excited her, regardless of expectations. Instantly, I recognized someone truly unique who could potentially guide me into the lifestyle I so desperately wanted.

After several months of vanilla dating, I decided it was time to gradually introduce her to this world. I began paying close attention to her butt as I performed oral on her. She picked up on my cues and reciprocated when going down on me. This quickly evolved into anal sex, something she hadn’t tried but soon realized she loved! One evening while we were texting, I decided to insert a butt plug, took a photo of it, sent it to her, and mentioned . It felt like a small victory because she showed immediate interest and created an account herself!

This opened up an entire new universe for her as she began researching. She purchased Mistress Ivy’s “A KeyHolder’s Handbook” along with the tips-and-tricks companion book. She dove deep into the psychological aspects of the Dom/sub dynamic and has now established written rules that we discussed and agreed upon. As time passes, I will blog about my experiences being her sub. But before I finish, let me share a recent evening spent with my beautiful Dom…

It was Saturday night, and my cock had been throbbing under chastity for most of the day. Finishing work, I texted to say I was heading home. Moments later, she replied: “Good, I’m waiting.” Her message included a photo showing her in a one-piece leather outfit that reaches down to her wrists and covers her top but ends at her hips like a tight bikini, leaving her legs bare. She also wore a thick strap-on cock around her waist, taunting me. As my dick felt ready to tear my balls off inside the lock, I hurried home as fast as possible.

Just before arriving, another text came: “Drop your stuff, come upstairs, don’t even look at me yet; get into the shower and wash yourself thoroughly for me, slut.” The final minutes of travel felt endless, but I obeyed immediately upon entering my home.

Once done washing, I ran out barely drying off. Opening the bathroom door, she greeted me with icy eyes piercing straight through me. “Come here and suck this cock that is going to be fucking your ass soon,” she commanded. I complied and began sucking. Unimpressed by my effort, she grabbed my head and started face-fucking me.

“How about I make you do this to a real cock? I’m sure you’d enjoy it.” “I have an idea: lie on the bed on your stomach with your face off the mattress.” “Now grab your heels. Good boy.”

As she continued fucking my mouth, I gagged several times until she was satisfied.

“Come on, we need to get you better at this; soon you’ll be sucking the real thing.” “Alright, time for your ass-fucking session. I think I’ll be kind and release you from chastity while I fuck you, but only I am allowed to touch your small cock. Understand?”

As she positioned herself inside me, she offered a proposition: “Listen here, slut. You have two choices. I can continue fucking your ass until satisfied and put the key back in place without letting you cum, or you may shoot your cum into your own mouth and onto your face. Which will it be?”

Without much thought, I said yes; I wanted to cum however she deemed appropriate.

“I figured that’s what you’d say,” she smiled. “Good little slut. When you’re ready to release, I’ll lift your legs up. If it doesn’t land all over your face, there will be punishment.” As she began fucking me slowly, I could feel the pressure building. She gently slid her hand up and down my shaft while taunting and verbally degrading me.

“It’s a good thing I’m going to claim you from now on because this cock is really tiny,” she noted. “Come on, are you going to cum soon? How about some help?” As the words left her lips, so did saliva as she spat directly toward my face. “I knew you’d like that! Are you ready to cum all over yourself, slut? Good boy! Don’t miss!”

She lifted my legs so my ass hovered near her gorgeous chest and said, “I’m done touching that tiny cock; jerk your own dick onto your face.” She spat again toward me. With no control left in my body, I successfully masturbated myself until streams of cum shot directly onto my face. It covered everything: mouth, nose, cheeks, forehead, and hair.

“That looks good on you,” she said. “One of the ways you’ll be cuming from now on, slut. Go get…”

We’ve tidied up; now it’s time for my release. Thanks to all who read! I’ll keep updating this once a week. To be continued.

> member_af04f38c41 wrote:Writing is something I was never good at. You might want to add reading too! The archived discussion Welcome to the Forums. Looking forward to hearing more about your Journey.

You're right; I read through the rules afterward... I suppose I got a bit too enthusiastic and did everything on my iPhone. Apologies for that.

> member_af04f38c41 wrote:You're right; I read through the rules afterward... I suppose I got a bit too enthusiastic and did everything on my iPhone. Apologies for that. No worries at all; we are glad to have you here. The "Hello World" thread is simply a general spot where people say . . well, hello. Welcome!

"But how will I manage working out with the chastity cage on... My personal trainer Tiffany is going to see it, especially when I do decline bench presses!" "Does it look like I care? Figure it out. And I hope she does notice." "Maybe I'll invite her over so you can show her a different kind of workout." At this point in my journey, I realized something every submissive goes through: it's real. My Dom enjoys this and isn't just doing it to keep me happy anymore. She loves the power, she loves the control; she enjoys making me her slut who does whatever she pleases. I'm usually the one in charge at work. People fear me and do things to kiss my ass. Yesterday I was sitting in my office discussing a situation with an employee about how he dropped the ball and the chain reaction it caused. As I sat there explaining what his actions led to and the potential impacts on his career, I got a text: "Show me how loose your man pussy is." I told the person standing before me to wait just a moment. "How?! I'm at work!" "Did I stutter? I don't care where you are; figure it out." In one instance I am reprimanding an employee, and in the next, I am racking my brain trying to show MyLilPony86 that my anal training is going well. I ended the meeting in my office and headed to the bathroom. "I get inside and start removing all of my dress clothes. Once naked, I crawl up onto the sink and carefully position myself so my male pussy is on display. Thinking it's not enough, I wet two fingers from my mouth and work them into my fuckhole. I snap a picture, proud of the result, and send it to MyLilpony86. A few moments later another text comes through: "You really think getting two fingers up your man cunt displays how loose it is...?" "You'll be trying this again another day, but for now get dressed and go back to work, slut." "Punishment is on the agenda tonight." While I see the words appear on my screen and notice it's only 10 AM, I know this will be a long day. As the end of the day approaches and I have spent much of it on FetLife, I receive another text: "Undress downstairs and put on what I left out for you. Bring me home dinner and put it in the fridge." The drive home feels like always when I'm in this eager state of anticipation; time stretches forever. As I tell her I am close to home, her response is: "Don't say a word when you get upstairs; your mouth and hands are there to worship my feet." As I pull into the garage, I gather my things—her dinner—and head upstairs. Sitting on the kitchen island is a pair of blue and black panties just large enough to cover my balls. They have no material for the ass, only two straps that connect around them, similar in look to a garter belt. I put her dinner away, undress, and slip into the panties. Then I make my way to the master bedroom. I open the door and am greeted by MyLilPony86 lying on the bed under the sheets with only her gorgeous feet slightly off the mattress. I do as I'm told without saying a word: I kneel and begin worshipping her feet. She giggles when she knows I realize she didn't clean her feet for this; they still carry the aroma of working all day and visiting the barn where her horse is kept. I embrace her natural smell, which turns me on, and start licking from her heels to my toes, generously sucking them while cleaning between each one with my tongue. After about 10 minutes like this, she sits up. "Don't think you're done with my feet yet; get down on all fours and arch your back, head on the ground." "Good boy, let's put your tail in place." As she works the plug into my ass, I remember her comment earlier when she wasn't fully pleased with the picture I sent. Almost as if reading my mind, she says, "So you think two fingers up your butt is enough to show me you're an anal slam pig?" "I'm going to tuck your tail back into your panties while I give you your punishment; if I were you, I wouldn't let it slip out. Oh, and you'll be counting after each one." "Counting what?" I ask. As the last word leaves my mouth, my balls are viciously greeted by her foot as she kicks me hard right between them. "I told you that you weren't done with my feet yet." The sadistic tone and chuckle tell me I'd better step up my game next time she asks for a picture. "One," I shudder. As her foot connects again, I start to curl as I whimper, "two." As I curl up, she warns, "You'd better not move from your position, slut, or you will regret it dearly." As I brace myself kick after kick, she starts degrading me verbally. After I shriek "14," she proceeds to say, "I'm going to be nice; after I give you one more very hard one, I'll grant you some pleasure." Kick number 15 sends me flat on my stomach as her foot slaps hard into my balls. "15!" I yell! "Good boy, sit up. You know what? I'm really not satisfied with your punishment yet." "Start from one again, and remember: don't let your tail fall out." As I brace for the first kick, a hard slap of her hand comes down on my ass, leaving a nasty sting. "One!" As she starts to spank me, I begin wiggling around, and she stops. "Okay, so you'd rather I abuse your tiny balls instead?" "No! I'll be good and stop moving." "Too bad," as her open hand connects with my balls, making a sound almost as loud as the one hitting my ass. "Next time I spank you and you move, you'll regret it much worse than this!" A few more slaps to the balls leave me out of breath and motionless. "Alright, I promised you pleasure," she says. "Don't move." She grabs a leather toy that wraps around my balls, with chains attached for weights, and proceeds to snap it around them, loading up some weight. As my balls are stretched away from my body, she laughs as she pushes them to watch them swing back and forth. She then grabs the shaft of my cock and without wasting any time starts aggressively jerking me off. "You have 30 seconds to cum or you will not get another opportunity for a week. I'll tell you when you are at 20 seconds, also at 10, and then count down each number to zero." I mentally focus, knowing I don't have much time, and picture what I believe she has already planned: bringing me to climax but letting go just as I explode, watching helplessly while air fucks me back and my cum drips from my cock during a ruined orgasm. As she says "20," I can feel myself building. By the time she reaches her countdown at 10, I yell, "I'm going to cum!" As I reach the climax, I go from an amazing shattering feeling to absolutely nothing. Finally, I realize that exactly what I was envisioning has happened: she let go of my cock right as I was about to explode and ruined my orgasm. "Aww poor baby, why is it just dribbling out like that?" she laughs. "Did you want a real orgasm or something else?" "I'm being nice, but here's the deal: I will allow you a full orgasm, but after this one, you won't be let out of your chastity for a whole week. I'll decide based on your behavior whether you deserve a full orgasm or another ruined one." "Oh, and one last thing: you'll be cumming all over your face again; if you miss, that full orgasm next week becomes much less likely." Already knowing my answer—and knowing I really have no choice anyway—I use the headboard of the sleigh bed to position my cock right over my face. "Ahh, I almost forgot: can't allow you to cum without something up your fuckhole now, could I?" As my ass welcomes the dildo, she tells me I can begin touching my pathetic little cock. As I get closer to orgasm, she fucks me harder and harder. Little did I know I was screaming as my cock erupted all over my face and into my mouth, which gave her encouragement to fuck me even harder. Once finished, I am exhausted and out of breath. She casually sits down on the bed and picks up her phone. "Good boy; go get yourself cleaned up, then go downstairs and prepare my dinner." And in a sweet yet sadistic voice, I hear: "Oh, and baby, don't forget your chastity." Thanks for reading! We would love to hear your comments and any ideas you have. Stay tuned for another blog early next week!

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