Domination & submission- real life encounters with my Sir - Red Wine & a Leash (a submissive’s journey)

Contained & Consumed
 she: i'm a little nervous, Sir.
 He: If you would rather not do this, you don't have to, sub.
 she: i don't mind being nervous—i've just never done these particular things before, Sir.
 He: Take a moment to take a deep breath and decide. It's perfectly fine to wait until another time.
 she: May i come over now, Sir?
 He: You’re sure you are ready, sub?
 she: Yes. May i please come to You, Sir? He: Yes, text me when you arrive at the gate and I will buzz you in. Since you’re nervous, sub, you may choose either the hood or the gag to start with.
 she: Hood, please, my Sir.
 He: When you arrive at the door you will knock, breathe deep and close your eyes. From that moment on, you are to remain silent with your eyes closed until you are told otherwise.
 she: Yes, my Sir.
 He: You will be inspected. After you are inspected, a hood will be placed over your head and the posture collar put around your throat... and then you will be led upstairs.
 she: Yes, Sir.
 **Hooded sub on a Leash** the beating of my heart 
is bursting with my anticipation
 the racing of my pulse 
is fueled by Your impending predation
 pulling into your driveway alongside Your truck
 taking jittery steps
 with my excitement run amuck
 slowly, deeply inhaling a calming breath which does nothing at all
 to calm my nerves
 lids closed
 submissive pose
 knuckles rap
 on His door
 a rush of air 
“Give me your hands and step up -
I will not let you fall”
helping me over the threshold
 He slides my purse off of my shoulder 
then slips my rain-kissed coat
 down and away
 i stand quietly blind awaiting His next planned move 
“Lift your hair, sub”
 and in an instant,
 the smell of leather 
wafts passed my nostrils
 feeling the wide stiff posture collar wrap around my long lilting neck
 nimbly he secures
 the buckles in place
 feeling the flush
 flooding my face
 hearing the metal 'clink'
 as the leash is clicked into its link
 He then drops the leather leash
 down through the top
 of my olive-colored snug sweater dress
 the coolness of leather 
licking at the warm skin between
 my round mounds of flesh
 it hangs dangling 
tantalizing my delight
“ Lift your arms, my girl”
 doing as i am told,
 His fingers grasp the hem of my dress
 sliding it up passed my thighs, stomach, and breasts
removing it completely
 over my head
 with my eyes still closed
 Sir instructs me to remove my silver hoop earrings
placing them in His hand
“ We don't want them to be in the way”
 He hands me a slippery ball of fabric into my palm 
“You may open your eyes to see what you're doing”
 “I want you to pull the hood over the top of your head, sub” i look down at a black fitted hood 
with a hole for my nose and mouth
 grabbing the edges
 and centering the opening
 so it will line up just right
 sliding it over my head
 the fit is perfect and tight 
darkness descends inward
i fall inside this cocoon 
a submissive cave
 contained and consumed
 with rampant thoughts
 of what He will do next 
waiting for Sir
 to guide me on this conquest 
through the hole in the hood
 my full lips are exposed
 like cherry-colored candy
 slightly parted, partially closed 
His sensuous tongue lands
 taking a long lingering lick
 sensing He has other plans
 for my candy stained lips
 tingles shooting
 electricity through my being
 all semblance of normal, escape,
 floating away, fleeing
 feeling a slight tug
 as Sir takes hold of my leash 
“Get down on the floor, my girl, and crawl slowly up the stairs”
 “Take your time; there's no need to rush”
 short shag carpet underhand 
i locate the first stair
 and begin my ascent
 He guides my obedience
 service without question 
one step at a time
 slowly i go
 aware of the length of leather 
a lead that ties us together
 my neck and volition
 His hand directs my position
 a virile Dom leading His sub
 on a delicious mission
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