The Story of Owen: One Man's Submissive Journey by Claire Thompson

her, but of course he did not. All at once she stood. His skin ached with the loss of her.
    “Stand at attention, hands behind your head,” she said brusquely.
    Owen stood slowly upright, clenching his ass cheeks to keep the plug inside, though he realized as he relaxed a little that it wasn’t going anywhere, not with that flared base wedged inside his ass. He put his hands behind his head and waited, watching as Mistress Sylvie resumed her perch on the stool. The plug created an odd sensation inside him, but it didn’t hurt, not anymore.
    Mistress Sylvie tilted her head as she regarded him, her pretty sea-green eyes penetrating his. Owen was aware of the steady pulse in his cock. It had sprung into a full erection, and a droplet of pre-come trembled at its tip.
    She was so beautiful. As they stared at one another, Owen felt as if he were falling into Mistress Sylvie’s eyes, losing himself in them. He felt as if he could look at her forever. As she gazed at him, her lips parted and Owen felt something catch in his heart. Before he realized what he was doing, he had taken a step toward her.
    “Back in position!” Mistress Sylvie snapped suddenly, shocking Owen out of whatever spell she’d woven around him. The softness in her face of a moment before was replaced with a frown. “Eyes on the ground.”
    Owen stepped back as if he’d been slapped. What the hell had he been thinking? He’d let his imagination run away with him. He was no better than those deluded assholes who managed to convince themselves the prostitute they’d hired for an hour was “really into it.” That kiss had been a one-time fluke. Time to get over it. He was getting what he paid for from the hired Dominatrix. He had no right to expect anything more.
    Determined to keep his mind on what was really being offered, which was in itself pretty fucking great, Owen thrust his chest forward at attention and fixed his eyes on Mistress Sylvie’s slipper-clad feet.
    “Better,” she said. Owen could feel her eyes moving over his body, but he resisted the impulse to look up. “I want to try something with you,” Mistress Sylvie finally said. “I want to push your boundaries today.” Standing, she stepped close and reached for his face, cupping his chin in her hand as she stared again into his eyes. “Do you trust me, Owen?”
    Owen didn’t have to think about his response. “Yes, Mistress,” he replied at once.
    “Good.” Letting him go, she stepped back. “I have been thinking about the heightened experience that can result when sight and sound are removed, when the focus is solely on what you are experiencing, with no distractions. You handle erotic pain well. I want to take you further today. I think we can get there if we remove all distractions. Do you think you could handle that?”
    “Yes, Mistress,” Owen replied, though he wasn’t entirely sure what she was talking about.
    Mistress Sylvie stood and moved toward the toy table. She returned holding a black leather hood in one hand, a long, thin rattan cane in the other. “I would like you to wear this hood for our session.” She held it up for Owen to see. It had long silver zippers along either side of it and hole cut into the center. “I’ll plug your ears first, and then the leather hood will blind and silence you. I want to secure you to the spanking horse and give you the experience you crave. I want to mark you with my cane.”
    She held up the cane, which had a black suede leather handle. Owen drew in a quick breath as she flicked the cane through the air, creating a whippy, whooshing sound that made him wince. “I want you to feel every stroke. I will bind your wrists to help you keep still, but your hands will be free. If it gets to be too much, you only need to flex your fingers, like this.” She demonstrated, making fists of her hands and then opening them and wiggling her fingers.
    “Yes, Mistress,” Owen whispered, a tremor moving through his body. During the