I'm content with my life but others might think I'm not nice.

I'm a single, handsome, successful professional man in my 40s. I've never been married and not interested in marriage. I have loving relationships with my pets and I'm usually monogamous. My ideal relationship is with a reserved, elegant and compliant woman. She doesn't have to be beautiful but she has to be fit and take pride in her appearance. I prefer a woman who is intelligent, has a good personality, open-minded but not very experienced sexually and definitely hasn't been promiscuous with multiple partners. I enjoy being able to help her become the best possible pet for me.

I would say I'm attentive and she doesn't want for anything but I do require obedience. I believe in discipline and the way I treat a woman is centered on using humiliation and degradation when necessary or when it pleases me. I'm not trying to break an assertive woman; instead I like to overwhelm the senses of a tentative woman who loves to please. I enjoy keeping her on edge, never really sure what to expect.

She's provided with a wardrobe that is appropriate for the parts of her life that I do not share with her but also the wardrobe to please me. I never require her to have sex with anybody else but I do enjoy showing her off. It pleases me to see her unsure of what to expect, vulnerable and obedient. It's exciting to see her in new situations, it's entertaining to see her feeling confident because she trusts me, but throwing in an order or challenge that leaves her looking at me like she really wishes she didn't have to do something but knowing my command is good and should be obeyed. She's never punished for hesitating. I actually find it charming. But I love to see her realize and accept what she'd going to do for me.

The pleasure I get from her smile as she sees a new outfit I've gotten for her is only exceeded by watching her as she dresses, gets made up, styles her hair and puts on jewelry, she accompanies me to a social event, only to be walked in on a leash and once she's feeling comfortable with the looks of approval, I take her by surprise by handing scissors to one one of the hostesses and telling them to cut her dress off of her. Everyone else is clothed but she is standing there naked in her heels and jewelry. The blush that grows on her cheeks indeed pleases me.

My friends all enjoy similar lifestyles to mine so this kind of event is not necessarily unusual but the details are rarely known and she is totally unaware. The bdsm group I belong to has regular events. I attend a few, I rarely have my pets participate in the activities and games. It makes the rare times I have her naked or performing extra special. Our club's events are mostly private. Single women are allowed but not single men. To join our club one must have a female mate. Occasionally we'll extend invitations to single men but it's usually because their presence serves a purpose.

One of the last events I brought one of my pets to was an event that was open. There were demonstrations by professional Dommes and members could use any of the equipment or devices in front of an admiring audience. My pet had on a black lace illusion blouse and miniskirt over a black lace bra and thong, with thigh high stockings and sky-high platforms locked on her feet and of course her collar and lead. There were some familiar faces, many strangers and an almost comic group of men with their dicks in one hand and a drink in the other as they watched the women they would never have a chance with. My pet was wary in an unfamiliar environment. As she should be.

We walked over to our hosts and our female hostess looked at my pet approvingly. She stood up and greeted her with a kiss that certainly aroused me but caught my pet by surprise. Our hostess waved me to the seat she'd just vacated and I handed her my pet's leash. I looked at my friends and said, Now the fun begins! as the hostess led my pet away. Her tentative tiny footsteps charmed me so much.

The hostess Delilah led my pet back toward a group of single men we'd just passed
and stopped turning her to face them. She thanked the men for their patience but it would be a real treat they'd enjoy. My pet was wide-eyed. Delilah asked if this was everyone who had gotten a drink and received a raffle ticket. There was a lot of nodding and smiles. Delilah began reading from a notepad she had saying, And who won a black lace blouse tonight? After checking their tickets, one man's hand went up and he came forward. Delilah checked it and said, here's your blouse, it's yours to take. He jokingly reached for the lead and Delilah laughed saying, No, just the blouse. He reached over and unbuttoned my pet's blouse, sliding it off her shoulders as she looked at me puzzled and pleading. He removed the blouse and my pet was standing there in her skirt and strapless bra.

Delilah pulled my pets arms behind her back and fastened her wristcuffs together. I could see how vulnerable my pet felt and I was almost embarrassing myself with my huge hard on. Delilah read from the notepad, And who won a mini-skirt? Another man stepped forward and began unzipping my pets skirt. As he lowered it, he allowed his hands to touch her bare skin. My pet looked so beautiful and vulnerable in her lacy bra and tiny bikini bottom.

Delilah read from the pad again, And who has won a black lace bra? My pet looked at me with panic in her eyes, shaking her head. Delilah held up her hand, stopping the man who had stepped forward. She kissed my pet again, to the men's approval, and unhooked at black leather ball gag from her belt, putting it on my pet who looked nearly ready to cry. I almost wanted to rescue her. But just almost. I smiled approvingly as I watched the next man pull her bra down off her tits before even unhooking it. He was trying to squeeze her tits but Delilah laughed and said, I believe you just won the bra, not groping privileges, to much laughter, he unhooked her bra, letting her breasts be completely bared.

Delilah, didn't even look at the pad and said, okay now, who won groping privileges? Everyone watching laughed as all their hands went up and Delilah said, I guess all of you won. A few men stepped forward and were fondling her tits, pulling her nipples and twisting them. Tears were forming in my pet's eyes and I almost felt myself falling in love with her. Delilah said, and I won sucking on them and she squeezed her breasts while sucking and biting her nipples that were so deliciously hard and rosey.

In short order, my pet's panties were gone and she was standing there naked. Delilah slowly led her back to me, pausing along the way to allow others to grope and fondle my pet's tits. Before the night was over, my pet had her arms buckled tightlly behind her back, her tits being forced out. An anal hook was pushed into her rectum and attached to the back of her gag, pulling her head way back with her ass awkwardly sticking out.She was lifted onto a raised platform, and lowered to her knees, spreading her legs apart and bending her forward, her pussy was displayed for all to see. I loved the frightened look in her eyes and how humiliated she was being completely exposed and feeling degraded by the anal hook up her ass like she was a piece of meat.

Not knowing who was behind her, she didn't know who was stroking her pussy, then licking her pussy. She was being whipped by a heavy leather belt that occasionally hit her vulnerable pussy lips. Several of the men standing around jerking off were allowed forward to feel her tits, none of them being gentle at all. Then one was fingered her pussy, shoving a second and a third finger inside and fucking her with his hand. Although she was crying hard, her nose running and shaking, I knew she was getting wet and aroused in spite of herself. Delilah was putting on a strapon and soon fucking her hard. When she finally removed the anal hook, my pet slumped down but as she did, Delilah entered her again but this time fucked her hard in her ass. I would never really hurt my beautiful pet but the thoughts going through my mind would not have convinced anyone of that fact.

When Delilah was finished with her, my pet was led back over to me. She kneeled by my side, resting her head on my knee as I stroked her head. She had performed very well, in spite of herself. When we prepared to leave, my pet wondered what she would wear. I just shrugged and led her out the front door and to our taxi, naked but her ripped stockings and high heels. The driver got a great tip that evening and even got to play with pet's tits as an extra perk.