Hey NemesisPrime, thank you for reading! And don't be silly, there are tons of male doms waiting to lay their hands on a young, eager sub. You just need to know where to look and they'll find you lol. The hardest part of it all is setting your limits (and making SURE your dom will respect them).
Back to my story,
I was told to stand up and take offf my hoodie sweater. I remained in my yellow London t-shirt. ''And the shirt too,'' commanded Dee. I slid it off and stood sockless and shirtless all of a sudden feeling vulnerable. All I wore were my white dress pants and boxer-briefs underneath. Dee had a fan in his bedroom, so I felt a little chilly, but I knew once I began my escape struggles, I will be sweating like a labourer.
Dee then went to his closet and grabbed a large, black, furry looking scarf. ''Are you going to blindfold me with that?'' I asked.
''Mhm, don't move,'' he commanded again. His Dom voice was now taking on full presence. It was quieter than his usual voice, but had a hard edge to it. He tied the scarf around my head, fixed the various layers of cloth over my eyes, and asked if I can see anything.
''N.....no, not really,'' I said. I was telling the truth; the black scarf fully obscured my vision. ''Can you take a picture of me?'' I asked. I heard him giggle as he took several pictures of me shirtless and blindfolded.
Then Dee took some rope (a lot of it, actually,) and began to loop it around my hands. He took a long time knotting my wrists together, but left considerable slack as it was my first time. I knew I could easily escape this tie,and I did, within a few minutes.
''Aghhh!!'' Dee laughed in frustration. ''You can tie me up tighter,'' I said. ''Oh, you wish you didn't say that,'' said Dee with a convincingly evil chuckle. I was enjoying how much he was getting into character.
''Alright, take off your pants, slave,'' he said with a chuckle. I was still blindfolded and I wasn't allowed to take the scarf off my eyes, so with his help I untied my belt and stripped to my dark-blue, Fruit of the Loom boxer-briefs. ''Hmm, nice,'' he said. He was probably smiling. ''Alright, sit on the bed!'' I did as he said and sat in an upright position. His bed is so much more comfortable than mine! Of course, I wasn't about to get comfortable.
He started tying my hands behind my back, telling me not to move while he was contemplating his knots. He tied me a lot tighter this time. I was feeling a rush of helpless excitement at my situation. He then tied the same rope around my ankles, securing them tightly with several rounds. When he finished, he asked: ''alright, can you move around a bit, see if you can escape?'' I started thrashing to and fro, but last round's escape tactics didn't work now as I was bound much more tightly and my legs were tied as well, which gave me far less range of motion.
I just wiggled around for around ten minutes, when I yelled: ''This sucks, I'm only making the rope tighter each time!'' We were both laughing at me. Dee, however, had more reasons to laugh. Because at this point he moved my sock in front of my nose and asked: ''do you know what this is?''
My first reaction was one of utter disgust. Was that my sock? God, it sure smelled bad after two days' use! ''Ughh!'' I bellowed.
''Open up, slave,'' he said. I started to wriggle myself away from him. ''Come on,'' Dee snarled again.
''No,'' I finally said.
''Oh, you're no fun. Don't be such a pussy, it's only a sock.''
''One I've been using for two days straight,'' I grimaced.
''It's really not that bad. Come on, open up,'' he said again. What the hell, I thought. You only live once. I opened my mouth and accepted the stinky cloth.
''Mpffffff!'' I yelled again. Damn, why did I agree to that? Even the characters in my stories don't get gagged with dirty socks!
''Don't spit it out!'' He threatened. ''I'll tape your mouth to make sure that dirty socks stays in your mouth.''
And he did, but slowly. He walked back to his desk, grabbed his role of tape, and started ripping it. ''Do you know what that sound is?'' He asked. Despite the horribly foul taste in my mouth, I was getting turned on. Without any protest from me, he gagged my entire mouth and chin area. Then he took a couple of pictures of me tied in my underwear, gagged and blindfolded.
''Do you know what this is?'' He asked again. That seemed to be his favourite question while he was in Dom Mode. The fact that I had a sock inside my mouth and tape sealing it tightly only made the question seem that much more nonsensical. I let out a couple of stupid moans which were supposed to sound like the words ''I don't know.'' Dee chuckled, and I heard the sound of a leather whip hitting the desk less than a foot from my head.
Later, I found out the whip had split ends which were made to intensify the pain and damage caused. I wasn't too frightened because I knew that Dee wouldn't smack me hard enough to draw blood and scars. And I was right.
Dee started by caressing my face with the pointy leather, making me smell it. ''Getting turned on already?'' He asked. I nodded. Then he proceeded to caress my torso, legs, and my groin with his whip (the final area resulted in a series of involuntary jerking movements as my cock was springing to life). As I became familiar with the instrument, Dee asked: ''Are you ready?'' (What a gentleman, don't you think?). So, I took a deep breath and mhmed through my gag.
He started out slow, but his whips quickly intensified to the point of stinging, and after a while they became intolerable. I was pffming loudly, begging him to stop, so eventually he did. ''Yeah, I guess that's enough for now. We'll get back to it later, though,'' he mumbled.
At this point, I felt sharp tugs against my torso. ''Do you know what this is?'' He asked. I winced in pain.
''Aundi ipsh!'' I bellowed through my gag. ''What? I don't understand a word you're saying, honestly,'' he laughed.
With the utmost effort, I managed to articulate what sounded like 'laundry clips', to which he responded in the affirmative. ''Oh, laundry clips you say! Why yes, you are right!'' And with that, he pulled a laundry clip around my left nipple. He had to try several times as I kept squirming away, but eventually I took a deep breath and let him have his way. It hurt soooooo bad!
''Now the other nipple,'' he said. Again, I was moving around in protest, but this time, Dee actually threatened to punish me I wasn't going to let him do it. So I did.
The nipple torture was excruciating. Dee proceeded to wack me with his whip, occasionally smacking the laundry pins on purpose. Despite the pain, I found myself getting ridiculously horny. Dee mentioned that in my one of my stories, the main character gets his nipples clipped. He just figured, 'maybe he just wanted someone to do that to him?' If I wasn't gagged, I would've argued that my fiction s quite far removed from reality, but having a sock in my mouth made that somewhat impossible.
After several more whips, I used my safeword (a string of high-pitched groans) and Dee called for a time out. He untied my bonds, which took him several minutes, let me take off my gag and blindfold, and asked me if I wanted a drink. I asked for a glass of cold milk, and he served himself some OJ. As we were sipping our drinks, we watched a bit more of Taken 2, and after half an hour, as we got bored, decided to resume the scene.
''Just a minute, I want to change into something more appropriate,'' I winked.
''Oooh, do you have some sort of catlike rubber costume you wanna wear?'' Dee asked.
''Not exactly. You'll see. Can you turn around?''
''I'm just watching the movie. Go ahead and change.''
With a sigh, I slid off my boxer briefs, offering Dee a brief glimpse of my buttocks, and put on my tight black Speedo swim briefs. ''Alright you can turn around,'' I said.
''Those are some pretty tight looking underwear!'' He smiled. Although he didn't exactly share my fetish for speedos, Dee loved skintight spandex and leather in general. At the risk of sounding lke a narcissist, showing off my fit, slim figure in nothing but a speedo didn't bother Dee at all.
'''Before you tie me up, can you just spank me?'' I asked him. ''Open handed or with the whip?''
I thought about his question for a minute. ''With the whip,'' I said. ''I'll let you go pretty hard.''
Dee seemed pretty shocked. ''I'm surprised you want that, but okay.'' So I knelt down and grabbed my ankles, offering Dee a view of my speedo-clad butt. He grabbed it a bit with his hand, before saying: ''here we go!'' He gave me about, I don't know, eight HARD whips before I asked him to stop because the stinging was so bad.

As my butt was finally sore, and my cock erect (damn, that spanking turned me on), Dee told me to lie face down on his bed with my feet in the air and my hands behind my back. He tied several rounds of rope around each foot, tying them closely together, then boundmy hands together very tightly and made sure I couldn't get out of the hogtie position. ''This is a strict hogtie,'' he said, ''you might get uncomfortable so I'm leaving off some wiggle room. Besides, I want to see you try to escape,'' he chuckled again. I knew there would be no chance of escaping this binding, but that didn't stop me from moving around violently, pretending I was being taken hostage.
At this point he gagged me again. I refused to eat my sock again due to sanitary reasons, so instead he gagged me with tape, except he did it really tightly this time. He threatened that if I try breaking the gag seal, he would punish me. Although this was all part of the act, I believed him and decided to behave. ''Good boy,'' he said. ''I'm going to blindfold you now''. He covered my eyes with a strip of duct tape. It was my first time being blindfolded with tape. I really couldn't see anything. Then, as I struggled to loosen my bonds a bit, he took some more pictures of me. Later on, he mentioned how turned on he was by this point. I was very glad to hear that, as you can imagine.
Several minutes later, the laundry pins came on my nipples again. I winced from the pain, which only made Dee laugh. He also caressed my chest, moaning loudly. He grabbed my balls, making me squirm away from him,whining.
''Stay still, you slut,'' he hissed quietly. ''You're not going anywhere. You're all mine.'' I slowed down as he reached for my bulge again and rubbed it more gently this time. ''It's not so bad, is it?'' I moaned quietly as Dee was giving me a handjob through my speedo. Fact was, I was really enjoying myself. Not too much, of course. It wasn't about to end so quickly.
Dee stopped massaging my cock, gave me a moment to relax and then asked if I would like to do breath play. Thoughtfully, I waited a bit and then nodded. He gently put his hand on my already gagged mouth as he pinched my nose shut so I couldn't breathe. ''How was that?'' He asked.
I mumbled, ''ok,'' through my gag, and since I showed no signs of panic, he continued, holding my breath a little bit longer each time.
He then whispered in my ear: ''so you like suffocation? Does that turn you on?'' He hissed. ''You want to be tied in a bag, and not be able to breathe?'' He held my nose shut and pressed his hand against my gag. ''Yeah...you like that, you kinky slut...'' surely enough, I was fully erect simply from hearing his dirty talk.
He grabbed my cock again. ''My god, this is actually turning you on,'' he sighed. After several more back and forth rounds like that, my face was getting a little red, and then ropes were REALLY digging into my wrists and ankles. First, he unclipped my nipples, making me scream into my gag. Rubbing them later only made it worse. He loosened my legs, hands, carefully peeled the tape off my eyes, but not my mouth so I was still gagged. We finished watching Taken 2 like that, with me bound and gagged in my speedo. After a while, my nipples started to return to their natural colour. Eventually he untied me completely and ungagged me, gave me clothes and offered to drive me back home. He told me he was learning how to make a full body harness, and promised to put me in one, if I wanted. That, however, will be a story for another night. I think I had enough experience for one night.
The End
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.