{"id":1060,"date":"2023-06-01T22:33:32","date_gmt":"2023-06-01T21:33:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/allthingsfemdom.com\/?p=1060"},"modified":"2023-07-21T06:48:01","modified_gmt":"2023-07-21T05:48:01","slug":"the-grind-a-femdom-story-on-leveraging-the-dynamic-to-achieve-greatness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/allthingsfemdom.com\/es\/the-grind-a-femdom-story-on-leveraging-the-dynamic-to-achieve-greatness\/","title":{"rendered":"The grind \u2013 A Femdom story on leveraging the dynamic to achieve greatness"},"content":{"rendered":"

Putting the mind in the right place<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Friday, June 2nd<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRemember that I asked you to do something for me?\u201d, she asked. He hesitantly nodded, knowing full well that he is about to get in serious trouble.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was kneeling naked in the corner of the bedroom, his hands behind his back, facing a corner, exactly as she had ordered half an hour earlier. She had also ordered that he put on his butt-plug harness and the cockcage. She took the keys from the nightstand and put them on her necklace, letting them swing between her gorgeous boobs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI asked you to develop an app. That app was supposed to earn us money.\u201d, she said, sternly. \u201cWhere is the app?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI had difficulties finding the focus to develop it\u201d, he started explaining.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNothing of this. No excuses. And no whining about yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She locked his hands in steel handcuffs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis time, a little spanking won\u2019t do.\u201d, she added, as she slid a rubber mask over his head, leaving only the mouth and nostrils open. “Your mind is in the wrong place. We will correct that today.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI have a special plan for our little project.\u201d  She placed the ballgag in his mouth and two clamps on his nipples.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBut first, you have to learn. To learn who, or rather: what, you are.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She grabbed him by the handcuffs and led him to the jail cell. Using a chain, she attached him to a fixture in the wall, leaving him in a slightly uncomfortable position.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI want to you to spend your time here thinking about your behavior. About your role. About how you can improve.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She locked the door shut and went out for a nice lunch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Three hours later, she entered the cell. \u201cDon\u2019t rejoice too early, we\u2019re not done here\u201d, she said as she removed the gag and the clamps. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cProper breathing is the path to success\u201d, she almost whispered as she pulled up the lower part of the mask, put a used sock in his mouth, wrapped bondage tape around his head to keep it in place, and re-adjusted the mask. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The slave’s breathing got heavier as he pondered his situation. All tied up, no way of communicating and alive only thanks to two small holes in the mask under the nostrils. He now was deprived of all agency \u2013 unable to take any actions or voicing any opinions. He had to accept whatever was to come.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Safety always comes first (almost). So she decided not to leave him in the cell, but rather to uncuff him from the wall and instead cuff him to a radiator in her office. Like this she could get some work done while he was coming to grasps with his situation. She let the process last for around two hours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She got up from her desk and squatted next to him. She gently caressed his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Today is all about the mind. About putting you in the right place, about contemplating. Before we can grow together, you have to submit.” Her fingers slowly geared towards his nose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I want you to think now actively. Who is the center of your universe?”, she said almost with a happy voice as she firmly covered his nose, taking his last way of breathing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“One”, she said softly. “Two.” She did not let herself be interrupted by his moaning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When she reached ten, she slowly let go of her grasp. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was time to proceed with the submission. She walked her slave to the bedroom and let him lean over the bed. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He knew the drill quite well. First, she spanked his ass with a flogger, then with her riding crop. She gave him probably around 50 strokes, always slightly incrementing their intensity. As the lockdown and sensory deprivation sent him deep into subspace, he barely reacted to the strokes. Whenever he did move though, she would give him an even harder stroke. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

After that came her favorite part: the pegging. She placed one hand on the chains of the handcuffs behind his back, the other on his hip bone, as she unapologetically fucked him with her strap-on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When she was done with him, she let him kneel in front of her and removed the tape and sock from his mouth. As her dildo touched his lips, he knew he was expected to worship it. So he first licked it clean and then honored it by kissing it repeatedly. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Who is the boss here?”, she asked. “You, Mistress”, he immediately responded, fearing severe repercussions if he showed only the slightest hint of hesitation. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Good. So here is the deal. You will spend the weekend taking care of whatever things you need to take care of that do not relate to the app project. On Monday at 9 you will report to duty. That’s when the toughest two weeks of your life will start. On June 17 is a sex party that I want to attend with you. By then, you will have a working version of the app.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes, Mistress, consider it done.” He knew that she would not accept any other response.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Grind<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Monday, June 5th<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As ordered, he reported to duty. She locked up his dick in a steel cockcage. “It comes off \u2013 if at all \u2013 after the deadline. Don’t even think of asking me for a break.”, she said as she threaded her necklace through the hole in the keys and hid them under her top.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Please take a seat”, she said almost gently while extending her arm towards the chair where he would usually work. After he sat down, she chained him to the chair. Earlier in the morning, she had already ordered him to put food and water for the day on the desk as well as a cup for when nature calls. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She then explained what the two weeks would look like. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The rules:<\/p>\n\n\n\n