Palingenesis - Tales of a new submissive Part 1

I had sat perched at the base of the bed gazing quietly around the room. It was clean, crisp, generic. No different to any other hotel room I had stayed in over the years. Yet this would be a room I would never forget. The soft linen sheets, the insipid modern furnishings, the patterned carpet beneath my heels. It was so obviously lacking in character. Like a sequel to a once loved novel; half rushed and uninspiring. It would, however, suffice for this mornings impromptu affair.

Cutting through the silence an abrasive ping erupted from my phone, disrupting me from my daydream. I looked down and read the message. “I’m downstairs.” In an instant I felt my heart quicken. The hastened beats caught roughly in my throat, pounded in my ears. The rush of adrenaline surging in waves through my body. I stood up barely able to control the shaking in my hands. He was here. This was happening. I had never felt so exhilarated and yet so full of nerves in all of my life.

I exited the room and rode the lift down to the lobby floor. It felt much like a dream, as though I were in my body but elevated far above. As the doors opened I raised my gaze to the man who stood before me. Confident. Calm. Enigmatic. He was dressed casually yet his demeanour reflected an air of self assurance, the kind that comes with a fierce intellect I already knew he possessed. Older then me by some fourteen years, though I would never have thought it. His features were rather handsome; tailored by an affectless expression that shrouded his exquisite depravity.

He said nothing, simply stepped into the elevator and stood behind me patiently waiting for me to swipe the card and press the appropriate button. We rode in silence. Exiting the lift we quietly made our way to the door of the room. I swiped the lock and pushed the handle making my way inside as he followed. In that moment I was no longer in that banal hotel room. My world inside these four walls had transformed into something far deeper, something inspirational, both twisted and insidious and ultimately life altering..

My hands shook as he moved towards me. My heart racing so profusely I almost missed his words deafened by the beating in my chest…. ”You belong to me now..”

My knees had already weakened at the sound of his voice. That tone was rich and seductively inviting. He spoke with an accent befitting of an English Gentleman, an accent I would come to crave hearing. Warm like a well aged Scotch; just as it floods over lips so was his voice to my ears.

He walked me to the far side of the room. Stood me there in the open space paraded before him as though to inspect his gift. Sitting down slowly onto the edge of the bed he ran his sight over every inch of my flesh. As our eyes made momentary contact I felt myself instinctively turn away. Focusing down to the floor my cheeks flushed a searing scarlet hue; knowing this instinct had betrayed the mansuetude I had tried desperately to conceal.

This was all an experience so very foreign to me. This man I had never even met now alone with me in a hotel room as I stood there utterly at his command. Yet his voice, his touch, his very presence made me feel safe. This man who would use every part of me; who would bring me both rapturous pleasures and divine pain; who would break me over and over again.

I trusted him to rebuild me after each and every use. I longed for it in that moment. I wanted it more then I have ever wanted anything in my life. To give all that I was solely to him. Body, mind and soul handed over without so much as an inclination to deny him all that he demanded of me. His words interrupted my thoughts with a stern and undeniable countenance. “Remove your clothes..Slowly.”

I looked at him watching me from his vantage point. He never took his eyes from me. Nerves rendered me clumsy as I began to remove the gym pants. I had hurriedly pulled them on to ride the elevator downstairs reasoning that they would seem inconspicuous. Hidden beneath were the garments I had carefully selected. As though a gift; intentionally prepared with the hope to please him.

I stood still for a moment stripped down at the waist. Delicate black lace hugged at the mound between my legs now aching for his touch. Sheer stay ups lapping at the base of my thighs. He continued to watch without a word. I took a breath and held it as I slowly pulled my shirt up and over my head. Dropping it to my side I stood before him.

The leather secured about my waist running between now bare breasts all the way up to fasten around my neck. I could feel the chains draped gently across my skin. The cold of the metal stiffening nipples. Small pink buds standing to attention on the pale curve of rounded breasts. I realised I was still holding my breath and exhaled slowly. I was unsure of his reaction to the harness I had purchased specifically to wear for him. He stared at me for a moment and whispered “very nice” before standing and walking to the desk.

He returned with a simple soft blindfold holding the elastic out to slide it over my hair. As the fabric concealed my vision I became acutely aware of every movement in the room. Every noise, every shifting footstep. He lead me a few paces forward to the edge of the bed before speaking again, this time clearer and with intent. “Lean forward, hands on the bed. Legs apart.” Wanting so badly to please him I did exactly as I was told. No hesitation. No reservations. Just pure obedience. I did not recognise myself in that moment and yet I felt more myself then I had ever been.

The seconds felt like hours as I waited to feel his touch. My mind flooded with thoughts of what he planned to do with me as I stood bent over and exposed at his command. My thoughts broke suddenly as his hand made hard contact with the flesh of my right arse cheek. Pain shot through every inch of me yet I was still keenly aware of the sound that had emitted from my lips.

Each blow had me shaking with ecstasy and each whimper and cry I made only encouraged him further. Palms striking harder and faster until both cheeks were reddened and sore. Throbbing at the slightest of sensations. The cool air of the room lapped at my welted skin as tears welled in my eyes. Then nothing. I stood there in the silence chest heaving and body shaking.

Carefully he raised me up from my position against the bed. Holding his hand to touch my cheek softly a stark contrast to the detachment in his voice as he spoke. His words echoed in my ears and I knew today’s encounter would draw me ever deeper into the depraved darkness I craved.

“On your knees… Now.”

To be continued..