She Controls Me Even In My Subconscious
About 2 ft is the height from which I have always seen her in the apartment when I am on my knees in front of her. The beautiful, strong dominatrix. At night, I continue to see her in my dreams. As if she built a prison wall around my subconscious. Her apartment seems very large in my dreams just like the big house I fondly remember in my childhood memories. My strong dominatrix never allows me to go anywhere unless I am on all fours. I have never seen her higher than the 2 ft that separate my eyes from the floor.
My strong dominatrix has these long legs that make her seem like she is taller than everyone else. The day she put the collar on me for the first time, I was shaking terribly. Then she put a black leather hood over my head. I will always remember the smell of the leather that rushed into my nostrils at this moment. Henceforth, I plunged into darkness.
That day, she gave me a new face. Because it was tight and I sweated a lot under the heat and moisture, the hood molded on me like new skin. My strong dominatrix controlled the openings with zippers located at each of my eyes and my mouth. Through a chain connected to my collar, she pulled me tightly through her apartment, stopped me, opened the zippers of my eyes, and made me look in a mirror.
The Strong Dominatrix Puts The Black Hood On Me
She said,
- “From now on, this will be your new face. I am the only one allowed to touch this hood that is now considered a part of you.”
My new face became inaccessible to the touch of my hands. She alone decided when I would see the light of day when I could drink, eat, and even express myself.
I stared at my new face in the mirror. An inexpressive black leather face, a closed zipper on the mouth, the pupils barely visible in the small gap on the zippers. I could laugh, cry, scream, sing, no one would be able to see or hear me. Thus, I would now be reduced to an impassive and silent face, my personality buried, hidden from the world.
All of a sudden, I felt the impulsive desire to touch myself. In the mirror, I saw my Mistress walk away and come back a few seconds later. She spread my hands, put something on my cock, and sat up. I saw a little key she wore on a necklace around her neck. Then, when I touched my cock again, I felt it enclosed in a plastic cock cage.
Going To See A Friend
When I looked up again, I noticed my strong dominatrix behind me. I felt something cool and slightly wet slip in my buttocks and sharp pain, like a sting between my buttocks, followed by a fleeting moment of pleasure that made me want to bend over and want more of whatever was creating this pleasure. Suddenly, I felt her pull the chain connected to my collar and I saw Mistress wrap it around a big radiator pipe and lock it.
Our eyes met. She approached me with a smile. I felt his fingers graze my eyelids and I saw the zippers of my eyes closing on the world.
- “I’m going out to see my friend. I’ll be back tonight, try not to move too much during my absence. The noise of the chain rattling could disturb the neighbors. If I don’t come back tonight, don’t worry, we’ll meet again tomorrow morning,” she said.
I wanted to beg her not to leave or at least don’t leave me like this but I could not open my mouth, since the zipper was closed. I could pull a little on my chain to get her attention but she didn’t seem to care. Although I was exhausted, I must admit that this situation excited me. I heard the sounds of the heels at a distance and the front door of the apartment open and close behind her, accompanied by the sound of the lock and heavy silence.
