History of a sub Part 2

I left part 1 of my History with the cliffhanger "Up until that point I had never had sex with someone without it being SM based, that changed when I went to see a guy from a premium ad line…"


As I re-read this I misread it myself, so thought I best clarify. By the above I meant that all the sex I had taken part in had included SandM - the premium sex line guy was no different, he had left an advert on the line asking for applicant to take part in some SandM sex play. It wasn't that he wanted sex without and lured me onto the vanilla side. Far from it it was that the SandM sex was too scary.


As this is over 20 years ago now you'll excuse my not recalling all the details - but what I do remember is when I rang I ended up speaking to his slave who needed my number to get his master to call back. I nearly stopped there as I didn't usually give out my number - long before the days of mobiles. However I gave it and the master called back. As I said I can't say I recall all the conversation but he was dominant and I remember among other things he wanted to know if I bit my nails. When I said I didn't he told me he wanted them cut to the quick. He also told me that during the session I would be caned with 12 strokes, if I went that was non-negotiable. This was more than I had taken and his whole tone was such as to scare me a bit to be honest, and with the requirement to cut my nails I was almost pushed into forgetting the whole thing again.


However I didn't and duly turned up at the appointed time with nails cut to the quick and so on. Where I'd turned up was one of his slave's places, and it was his slave who opened the door to me. His master hadn't quite arrived but I was told to go into the front room and strip awaiting his arrival.


A couple of minutes later he did and after a few perfunctories I was ordered to lick various parts of him. Now to place this in perspective I do have to point out that I was a bit of an innocent abroad and that to date my sexual play had been limited to masturbation (mutual or otherwise) and that we were still in the AIDS panic of the mid 80s so when he ordered me to lick both his arse and cock I was reluctant to say the least.


He used the refusal as an excuse to punish me and proceeded to tie me down over a saw horse (which had been in the room for the purpose). Of course whatever had happened I would have been caned - it had been part of the deal from the start.


I was then given 12 stokes of the cane, hard and cold with no warm up. I was left cold and hurting, and turned very off - it had been the hardest punishment I'd had to date and I have further comments I'll save for later in the account.


I was then told I would be shaved and the slave came in to do that. About here the details get hazy and not just because of the distance in time. I do remember that I almost fainted and I think there was about something like deep heat involved as there was some use of eau-de-cologne to wipe it way after the fainting spell or something. I was released to sit down on the floor (with some towel under me as my caned arse was weeping from the cane cuts) but I honestly cannot remember the details and some of what I've written may be inaccurate in detail / order.


However what I remember next was that we started chatting, the three of us, and I relaxed and started to get hard both from the conversation and situation. The upshot being that the master decided he would take me back to his place and we could have the cuddle and sexual service - the bit that I probably needed (and presumably he did as he was turned on by the caning). I remember he said to me that he always had to inflict pain as part of sex and had a string of slaves, with his slave whose house we met in never being without bruises.


So I followed him back to his place - he on his bike, me in my car and into his house. He lived in a bungalow and he took his canes and stood on a chair placing them into the roof space through a loft hatch. This because he lived next door to his parents who might pop in he said.


After some coffee we went to bed and I licked him and otherwise serviced him but still not sucking. After he came we turned over to sleep but I could not. Perhaps the sexual frustration, perhaps the sore arse, perhaps the sexual presence of a large dominate man next to me (remember I was a virgin and indeed I think this was the first person I'd ever shared a bed with. Anyway I don't know, but I do know that not sleeping got me touching him in his sleep and he woke up.


Now he got excited and this was when he told me that I'd have to pay the price for disturbing him, he wanted to cum again and that meant someone had to be in pain; me!


He went to his wardrobe and took out a belt and holding me face down, flat to the bed, laid the belt full force across the backs of my thighs - again there was no lead up, no sexuality and no mercy (unless you count the fact he avoided my weeping and damaged arse - though that could also have been to avoid blood on his belt) and the 12 stokes I took certainly hurt.


A couple of hours later and still very early in the morning I got up and left. He said, as I was leaving, to let him know if I wanted to meet again and I promised I would.


Over the next couple of days I had to place toilet paper in my pants to avoid them sticking to the weeping welts, but eventually they scabbed over and healed. The bruises on my thighs also disappeared taking a couple weeks to go but they were black and blue for a week or more. I could see in the mirror that the main problem with the cane strokes was caused by a few of them all meeting on the same spot, whether this was by design or poor aim I'll never know. My only contact since was the call I made to his slave (the only number I had, to tell him I wouldn't be back - I always keep my promises; my word!) and that call was very perfunctory.


What I do know is that I vowed to myself not to go back, nor indeed to ever get involved in such heavy stuff again! It was a couple of years before I did anything in SandM at all and at least five before I took any CP. And the cane? Well it must be fifteen years before I took that again and indeed even now it's probably no more that half a dozen times I've been caned in my life including the above and those before that time.


I moved into more regular sex and have had a couple of partners since neither of who were into pain, and certainly not into giving it, so it has dropped out of my life pretty much until I split up each time. After the last one I decided that this was my last chance to find a relationship which included a dominate / SandM element, so now I have to see how things develop, but I'm looking!


I have reflected on that session several times over the years, oddly when driving through the area for work one day the memory came back and I was instantly hard, and almost regretful!

I honesty believe that had he been a little more tuned into my psyche, he could have led me in. If he had asked me after a couple of strokes if I preferred more, or to suck his cock for instance, I think before he got to 8 he'd have had my mouth round he cock; and I would have been turned on more for the rest! He could have accessed and nurtured my submissive tendency, instead he spurred on the rebel who is generally dominant in me anyway!


The whole event, my whole life could have been different - but there you are, not a regret, a story and who knows what could have happened if things had been different.


I do know that as things happened he stunted my development as a slave/sub and it has taken many years to return to the path, but he has always been a presence in my conciseness - perhaps that's what he wanted.