„The BDSM Game of Stamina“ published in German 06/2023 in magazine HIM

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The BDSM Game Of Stamina

Already during his first visit Fynn showed me that he is a beginner in BDSM, but not to be underestimated. I quickly realized what his drive as a bottom is – to be there for me and to be allowed to be near me, preferably for a longer time.

I, on the other hand, got a kick out of seeing him force even his slender body into strenuous, erotic positions for me. No matter how uncomfortable it was, he gave it his all to keep going a little longer.

Today, on his second visit, I want to find out just how elastic the limits of my new toy are and how much he can really hold out for me.

Enduring for the Master

Now that he’s kneeling in front of me, stark naked, I can’t help but notice that he seems to be much more relaxed than he was the first time. And when he lifts his eyes from my leather boots for a moment, I think I see a mischievous twinkle in them, despite all his apparent submissiveness. No wonder, after all, he’s been getting gold stars on all the assignments I’ve given him lately.

„Well, someone really wants to know…“ I think to myself, while a smile plays around my lips, which may look friendly, but behind which the Dom in me already shows his fangs. The little one wants to bear and endure for me – he can have that.

I’ll go further than the last time and certainly not make it easy for him. I’m not interested in shaming my opponent, making him small or provoking his failure – even though such mean games can be really horny – but I have something else planned for sweet Fynn.

I want to test his limits, test his willpower, challenge him, put him to the test. If it gets too much for him, he can always fall at my feet or into my strong arms, but we won’t talk about that for a long time. Today’s session will take longer than usual.

A game at the limits of endurance

My voice sounds a little harsh even to my own ears when I finally address him, „It won’t be as easy as last time, my little one, you can count on that.“

In a calm and serious tone I tell him exactly what I expect from him. Today he’s going to be my furniture, part of my decoration and comfort. My personal mannequin that I can twist, turn, and position as I please.

I tell him in no uncertain terms that I don’t want to hear a word out of his mouth unless I specifically ask him to accept everything. In the event that an unforeseen real problem arises – for example, limbs falling asleep during restraint – I explain how to bring it to my attention appropriately and immediately.

I also make it clear to him that from now on I’m officially about as interested in his opinion as I am in the mental state of my leather sofa.

While I’m talking, I can see how the mischievousness disappears from his eyes and how he can let himself fall more and more into his personal subspace. His gaze has become a little glassy and a glittering thread stretches towards my spotlessly polished parquet from his also quite violently twitching cock.

Scene recreated with fetish model Boundeagle (Yaz)

Cock cage for more stamina

Fortunately, Fynn is self-cleaning, unlike the rest of my setup, and licks away his own drops of pleasure quickly and thoroughly when I ask him to. To prevent future „accidents“, I then strap a cock cage around his penis, though it takes great effort to squeeze it into the tight cage.

I look him sternly in the eyes. He obediently remains silent although I can see that it hurts him. I can almost feel his excitement vibrating in the air.

Then I lead him on all fours into my living room and position him first as a coffee table – at a comfortable height for my feet, of course. With a relaxed sigh, I let myself fall onto the sofa and place my tired feet in the heavy leather boots on my sweet, new little table. Now it’s time for a good book.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Fynn trying to stay calm, not to lose his balance under the weight of my boots and most of all not to disturb me during my rest. Good.

For the next 40 minutes I really do leaf through my book, but in fact there is not a single moment when I’m not aware of the man in front of me – every movement, the slightest sound of him is conscious to me. He has my full attention, even though I’m trying very hard to give the opposite impression.

This tension between ignoring him on the outside and watching with eagle eyes on the inside, as well as the tension between outwardly „doing nothing“ and the great physical effort of actually doing NOTHING for the submissive – that’s one one of the reasons that make this game with time and objectification so exciting and arousing for both sides.

Will power: the ultimate motivation

I change the location, sit down in an armchair and Fynn may kneel on the floor next to me. I’m friendly and allow him to put his sweet ass on his feet in this new position. This is not entirely altruistic, as he has to concentrate on balancing my glass of expensive whiskey on his perfectly outstretched palms while I enjoy my cigar.

Scene recreated with fetish model Boundeagle (Yaz)

Fynn’s body has long since started to sweat from the constant posing – and I’m sure the chastity doesn’t make it any easier. But he perseveres.

Later, when I’m doing some work on my laptop, he’s allowed to come a little closer to me as a reward for his endurance and gets a chance for physical contact. My life-size toy is now in a bondage harness with his hands tied behind his back. Before that, I’ve made plenty of room for him on my desk – after hours in all sorts of stress positions, he’s now allowed to lie down with all his weight on my desk.

I work a little bit in front of me, while Fynn focuses on me every second. Such a horny distraction of course offers me nice opportunities in between. Lost in thought, I run my fingers along the bars of his caged cock, touching the tender flesh as it tries in vain to stretch. I stroke and twist his sweet nipples, enjoying the soft, involuntary sounds I can evoke with such simple gestures.

The living plate

Our session has been going on for hours when the doorbell rings and Fynn looks at me with a slight fright in his eyes. I think I notice some relief when I return five minutes later with a plate of sushi.

We move from the desk to the dining room, where I fix his beautiful, elongated body and then top it with the finest delicacy. While I eat from my human plate in a good mood, I let out a few wisecracks in between.

„I think it’s a bit of a shame that I have to sit all alone at my wonderful new dining table. Maybe I should invite some friends for the next dinner…“

Scene recreated with fetish model Boundeagle (Yaz)

I can watch with amusement as the fantasies swirl in his brain, the redness in his cheeks rises and his eyes suddenly look a little darker, because the thrill of BDSM takes place largely in the mind.

Meanwhile Fynn and I’ve spent almost a whole day together. He has endured, he has been part of my comfort zone, my object and my obedient object of use – despite a being partly soaked with sweat, and suffering strained muscles and a painfully trapped dick.

Very slowly I release him first from the bonds and then from the chastity. I rub the sweat from his body with a towel, like a dressage stallion who has just won first prize.

I pull him to me and put my body next to his. He is free to snuggle up to me while I gently stroke his head. I whisper in his ear in a very tender tone – reassuring him how proud I am of him and how wonderfully he has met all my demands, fulfilled all my requirements.

He relaxes and lets go – it’s everything he wanted.

Scene recreated with fetish model Boundeagle (Yaz)