Airport Shanan

Ground Zero | Day 1

Elvee:

Ding! My email alert went off. I have my alerts for my “work” email set to a distinct tone. I knew exactly who sent this email, even before I saw it.

I’ve met with him several times over the last few months and weeks. To say he is a power CEO is an understatement. This man’s presence alone speaks of raw power. I remember our first encounter, I peeped through the hotel door peephole, and said to myself: “Oh FUCK! I am in trouble”.

On the other side of my hotel door stood a tall white man in his late 40’s. He had slicked back jet black hair. Smooth olive colored skin, straight white teeth. His beautiful navy blue suit and crisp white button down shirt were both obviously tailored. Despite his suit covering his body, my trained eyes could tell this man lived in the gym.

“Oh fuck, I whispered to myself (again), I am in trouble!”. I should refuse to answer the door. Or I should fake an illness. Tell him I’m on my period. I should do anything except open the door. My hand finds itself twisting the doorknob and stepping behind the door.

He’s a client, clients are mostly very kind older gentlemen. Most (like me) could stand to lose a few pounds. I have always kept a very secure boundary when it comes to my clients. They email me their screening information, ask to see me, we agree on a time and place, we meet and everybody leaves. There’s no “dating” or anything like that. I’m a professional dominatrix and a naughty woman. My clients see me to get their kink on. I’m a sensual sadist. I’ve made the majority of my clients cry while they cum. Their tears bring me joy, especially if they’re also in sexual bliss.

I know almost everything about my clients before they get to my door. The information that can be derived from a single email, is nothing short of amazing. I knew this client was relatively young, healthy, wealthy, and smart. He’s twice divorced, no children, and according to their own social media, both ex-wives still adore him. He had no violent criminal history. I knew he was gorgeous before he knocked on my door, but seeing Charles Burkowski in the flesh was a whole other experience.

Charles knocked on the door a little louder, which snapped me out of my daze. I slowly opened the door, standing behind it so as to not flash anyone who may be walking past the door.

My appointment rituals are on my website. He followed the routine like he memorized it. Come in, we speak, then head straight to the shower. He rounded the corner, there I stood, naked as the day I was born. I stood there with a warm towel in my arms. I loved drying him off. I got to touch every inch of his body. As I dried his tree trunk thighs, Charles made small talk and proceeded to put deodorant on. I decided I would not initiate anything, because this was his first time seeing me.

I escorted him to my massage table. I grabbed the sides of his face with both hands and told him to drop to his knees. Charles dropped without hesitation. I intentionally remained silent as I slowly walked around him. Once I did a 360, I was back in front of him. I bent forward and very roughly pulled him by his hair, I yanked his head to one side, exposing his neck to me. I took my time licking and sucking a long trail up his neck. “Charlie” is what I’m going to call you, you are my pet and you shall be treated just like my little fuck hole. Your body is mine, your boi pussy is mine, you are mine. I own you, do you understand me?” I slapped his face as hard as I could with my other hand.

Charlie:

When I initially contacted her for an appointment, Elvee sent me a 50 part questionnaire. It covered all her boundaries and was very specific about what I needed from her. I stared at the questions:

Are you in a relationship? (No)

Will your partner be joining us? (N/A)

Does your partner know you are here? (Oh my)

“Yes Mistress” after she slapped my face, is all I could get out. Elvee is a beautiful curvy African American dominatrix. According to the private boards on bdsm sites, Elvee isn’t just good at her job, she’s very good, one of the best. She’s the exact color of a Hershey Bar. Long legs, beautiful smile and a wicked sense of humor. For years the soft curves of her body called to me from her website. I mean I know she doesn’t have sex with any of her clients, but I really needed to get this off my bucket list. I needed to be dominated by this beautiful woman. Although I’ve known about her for years, I needed to work up the nerve to send the booking form. I knew eventually I’d have to satisfy my curiosity, today was the day.

I’ve read her stories and her site. I knew if I came at her with a dirty ass, I would ruin my time with her. Yesterday I got myself a colonic. I know I am clean and ready for her to do whatever she wants.

Sure, I’ve had sex with men before. It was ok, but I’m just not into looking down at legs harder than mine. So a few months ago I decided to take a chance and finally get what I want, what I need. I needed her to take control of my mind and body. I needed to be owned. I didn’t realize she would take my soul right out of my body.

After slapping my face, she put cuffs on my wrists and ankles and a collar on my neck.

I was instructed to lie down on the massage table. There was a square hole in this table. She told me to disrobe and to make sure both my heads were inside the holes on her table. I did as I was told. She wasted no time tying my hands and feet to the table. A pair of noise canceling headphones went on my head, blindfolds were placed on my eyes and the world went silent and black.

After about 30 long seconds of silence, a soulful melody began to play in my ears. A split second later I felt a hand on my back. The shock of the touch caused my body to flinch. She quickly followed up with a firm pressure stroke up my back. I can smell whatever massage oils she is using on my body. Elvee is a professionally trained Bondassage and Elysium artist. This is not my first encounter with a Bondassage practitioner. This is my first time with her. Each time I feel her hands on my body, sparks are flying through my mind. I am not sure what all she used on me, but for the next long span of time, every knot in my back and thighs are released. I am offered water, and then turned over to my back. She reties my limbs, The ropes screamed as she pulled them taut – silk biting into my wrists and ankles like serpents claiming prey. She removed the blindfold, it took me a minute for my visoin to adjust. Elvee spent no time getting my body back into position on the table. My back hit the table, body felt exposed. I was vulnerable, my body was offered. Her eyes raked over me, dark as a moonless jungle night. "Stillness," she commanded, her voice a low hum beneath the soulful melody. A fingertip traced my collarbone, dipped in warm oil that smelled of crushed black orchids and danger. I shuddered. "You flinch again," she murmured, suddenly gripping my throat, "and I’ll make you beg for the privilege of my touch."Then her hands became weapons of worship. One palm pressed down on my sternum, pinning me like a butterfly as the other slid lower, oil slicking a path through my pubic curls. "Feel this?" she hissed, creating rings of fire on my sensitive lower head with agonizing slowness, her thumb felt like a hot brand. "This pulse of your cock? It’s not yours anymore, it is mine ."Her mouth followed – not kisses, but claims. Her teeth scraped my inner thigh. Her tongue laving the crease where the leg met hip. "You ache," she breathed against my stiff cock, her hair trailing like whips across my stomach. "Ache to be sucked and fucked. You want me to ruin you. Without warning, two fingers plunged deep, curling hard against my prostate. I arched, a choked cry tearing loose as she slowly worked my prostate, meanwhile she used her other hand to massage my cock."Look at you," she sneered, watching my hips writhe against the ropes. I needed to fuck her face so badly. "Dripping for me like a broken faucet, pathetic, perfect pet, with that I lost all control, I came so hard I saw stars. I screamed as tears fell out of my eyes. The whole time she never stopped devouring my cock. She wasn't just licking me, she sucked my cock dry. I begged her to stop/not stop. Once she was satisfied that I no longer had anything left in me, she let my drained limp cock slide out of her mouth. Her fingers withdrew, glistening, and pressed against my lips. "Taste your desperation," she ordered. I obeyed, sucking them clean – salt, musk, shame.Then the true torment began. A warm glass toy materialized in her hand – smooth, yet unforgiving. She coated it in lube, teased my entrance with its tip, then slowly pressed it home, with small thrusts she praised my ability to relax and surrender to her. "I want all of you today," she demanded. And I did, I relaxed and gave her what she wanted. She fucked me with it, deep and punishing, twisting it on every withdrawal while her other hand pinched my nipples – twisting, pulling, making fire bloom in my veins."Who owns this boy cunt?" she growled, slowly working the toy deeper."Y-you!" I sobbed."Louder.""YOURS!" Her smile was a blade.When she finally let me cum, it was violent – a seismic rip that left me shattered, sobbing, rope burns singing hymns on my skin. She leaned close, lips brushing my ear as aftershocks tore through me. "Remember this convulsion," she purred, fingers stroking the tears on my cheeks.

"Remember who pulled it from you. Your lava lust?"Her teeth grazed my earlobe. "It’s just the beginning. Forever starts now, little volcano. And I plan to erupt you… daily." I would look back on this first time with her, as the day I became owned by another human. I am owned by her.

Trouble | The Next Day:

I won't say it out loud. I cannot bring myself to think about how ridiculous I feel. I want to see her again. I want to feel my cock being drained down her throat. I want to look at her while she swallows. I will book another session with someone else. I will get her out of my mind. I went home and immediately booked a two hour with a very popular dungeon. I will stop by tomorrow. I went to the appointment, in short, I loathed that "appointment". I was spanked, bound, pegged, and degraded, but I could not release. I could not get into head space to relieve myself of thoughts of her. As soon as I returned home, I found myself texting Elvee.

Charlie [11:23 PM]:Elvee.

Charlie [11:24 PM]:Fuck. I shouldn’t be texting you.

Charlie [11:31 PM]: Your fucking scent ruined me.That oil you used – it’s in my sheets. My skin. Her hands felt like sandpaper. Yours were fucking lightning.

Elvee [11:35 PM]:You let another woman touch you? 😈After I carved my name into your nerves? Did she taste your tears when you went limp? Or did she just...disappoint?

Charlie [11:38 PM]: Stop please. it wasn’t YOU. She didn’t know how to tie the ropes right – they were too loose. Didn’t know how to hurt me like you do. You made sparks feel like wildfires. I felt you the next day. You punished and praised me. You forced me to accept plesure.

Charlie [11:41 PM]: Why can’t I fucking forget?

Elvee [11:45 PM]:Because you belong to me. That "lava lust"?It’s my brand on your spine. You think a dungeon could scorch it out? Cute.

Elvee [11:48 PM]: Tell me what you really want, Charlie, beg out loud.

Charlie [11:52 PM]:...Your hands.Your ropes biting so deep I bleed.Your voice telling me I’m nothing but your toy.That glass toy you used – Christ – I dream about it splitting me open.

Charlie [11:55 PM]: I need to see you, tomorrow, two hours three. I’ll pay triple. Break me until I cum screaming. PLEASE. I need you to do that to me again.

Elvee [12:01 AM]: My Studio. 8 PM sharp.Come showered. DO NOT touch yourself.(If I smell one drop of your wasted cum...)

Elvee [12:03 AM]: And Charlie? Bring the ropes from your little appointment. "We’ll burn them while I re-educate your skin. With my teeth. My body .*My fist. Run now. I’ll enjoy chasing. 😈🔥

I realize she said "My studio"

Charlie: Elvee are you inviting me to your personal space?

Elvee: Yes I am Charlie, I told you, I own you, you are mine. Goodbye!

And just like that, the conversation ended.