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. “Noah” 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.

Noah:

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.

Noah [11:23 PM]:Elvee.

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

Noah [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?

Noah [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.

Noah [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, Noah, beg out loud.

Noah [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.

Noah [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 Noah? 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"

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

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

And just like that, the conversation ended.

Noah:

Well, that was frightening, a woman I barely know, owns me? She, she she ownssss meeee? Me, Noah Bradles one of the wealthiest men in the country, she owns me? That is so laughable. I blocked her number. I deleted all our emails and texts, I umfollwed her on all social media, and blocked her. I cursed to myself for ever craving her. I would not, hell I could not allow myself to be controlled or owned by anyone who looked like her. What would that feel like? What would people think? Surely we would eventually be seen in public. There would be questions. It would be a scandal. Yet I got so hard whenever I thought about her. How she degraded me, yet still touched me so gently, How she looked at me as though she could end me, and I thought to myself: "how would that feel to be hers to abuse at her whim?" Stop, stop thinking that. What are you doing?

"Mr. Bradles your 1pm is here"

My cock grew harder, treasonous bastard. I flinched as a carnal desire to smell coco butter grew. I, want her, I....I want her. My cock began to leak. I gripped it under my desk and let out a deep breath.

"Mr. Bradles , Sir, your 1pm is here"

.....and I want her to own me. I felt good being hers. It felt so natural to hear that from her. I was hers, was she mine? Are we a sub/dom pairing? Ahhh shit! What am I saying? I am a grown man, an adult, I should not be this relieved about a woman I barely know claiming to "own me". Why did that feel so right? Why did I want her, no, need her to own me?

"Mr. Bradles , Sir, your 1pm is here, are you ok, Sir"

I looked at my phone, wishing she would call. I willed her to call me, explain what this meant. I needed to be reassured that this was happening. My phone dinged, I picked it up before the lights stopped blinking. t was a text with no words, just a picture. That picture would change my entire life. There was a photo of a leash and a collar. There was a spot on the collar for a name, my name was there, "Noah" was in diamonds, on a black collar. She had obviously had this made prior to telling me she owned me. I added a thumbs up emoji, smiled to myself, and filled out her booking form.

"Mr. Bradles , Sir, your 1pm is here, are you ok, Sir"

I finally heard my assistant frantically calling me from the edge of a very akward situation. I asked her to give me 5 minutes, show our guest the lounge, I will be right in. This was my go to stalling technique. It always worked, our lounge was fully stocked with food and beverages and a full dining staff. I gathered myself.

I took one more look at the promise sent to my phone last week. It was a text from Elvee. She sent it again, only this time I actually opened it, pulled out my cock, and jerked off while staring at the photo.

The Welcoming| Day 14

Elvee:

I knew he saw it, I had his contact in my phone programmed to send me a read receipt. I wasn't sure if Noah would appreciate being owned by me as much as I was relieved to own him. He wasn't the type of man to submit to anyone. Somewhere deep inside my kinky brain, I knew he would submit to me. Just then, my phone lit up, and chimed. It was a booking form. It was Noah. He attached a photo of himself. He was fully clothed, around his neck was a collar, it was the collar I got for him. He held a note in his hands, it read: "I am yours"

I responded with a heart emoji. I then picked up the phone to make arrangements for his welcome into my life.

Two days later Noah entered my abode. I took his rain gear and put it away. My apartment was set for our session. Every light was on, soft music playing. I'll explain my music decisions here. Every song on my playlist was centered around eroticism. Most of my selections were lewd tunes that could not be played on air. They were songs like Prince's "Pussy Control", Spice's "Go Go", Cardi and Meg's "WAP", Shawana's "Getting Some Head", all very naughty. We sat in the kitchen, sharing small talk while Noah prepared drinks for the both of us, exactly one finger of Don Julio Ultima Reserva Extra Anejo Tequila, chased with nothing.

"Noah, let's go" I said.

The change in the tone and atmosphere was immediate. Noahs eyes were downcast, as he slid down to his knees.  Saying nothing, I turned, added an extra sway to my hips and walked. He followed on his knees. I led him to the shower. Turning on the water, I intentionally said nothing. I looked him up and down, which led him to removing his clothes, shoes and socks. I pointed to the shower and he entered. Noah and I have an understanding. He must shower while I watch. I made sure to clean his butt crack myself. Once we were done, I left him to dry himself and to double check his douchery via my bidet. I heard the toilet flush a few more times and he showered again.

Noah:

Once I was satisfied that no matter what she did to me, I would not make a mess, I entered her work room. There she stood, no shoes, dressed in a red catsuit (I'm pretty sure there is nothing covering any of her lady bits) Her hair was up in a severe bun, in her hand was a paddle. She turned to point to her fuck bench, and sure enough her entire ass was sticking out of her suit. My cock grew hard as steel. I knew that no matter what happened to me today, this session would end with me fucking her, sucking her little pussy until she fell apart under my touches, my tongue, my cock.

I wanted, no, I needed to feel her sting, I could not get to where I needed to be unless she took control of my mind, body, and soul. The pain she would gift me is what I need from her. I need to feel that pain more than anything else. The pain grounded me, it reminded me that here, in this moment I have been reduced to nothing more than her toy. I have no choice, I can make no decisions, I cannot hear, see, talk, or think, I can feel. That is all I want to do is feel.

I slowly walked over to the bench. As I stepped towards the padded end of the bench, she held her hand up, motioning to me kneel. I immediately dropped to my knees. Without words she collared me, my neck, wrists, and ankles were bound in cuffs. I was then led to the bench and strapped to it. Suddenly, I heard an engine, I found myself moving, or being moved. My legs were being mechanically stretched apart. My ass was being lifted and adjusted to the height she needed me. I wanted to be afraid, but the thrill of being totally bared to her made my exposed cock twitch.

"Noah, she whispered, you are mine, I will have you now." Without much pretense, she