Stories From My Side of The Leash

The thrill of watching him surrender

Sometimes, I sit across the room and watch the whole thing unfold exactly how I planned it — and that’s honestly one of the things I enjoy the most.
Not because I’m distant, not because I don’t want to touch.
But because I already touched this entire moment with my mind before it even began.
I chose the woman and I knew what I wanted to see.
She didn’t know she was walking into something I had set in motion, but yes, she played her part well,  That’s what I like.
He responds to her, of course. He’s allowed to this time because that’s part of the game.
But I can always see the moment he forgets about her, even just for a second, and looks around.
Because he knows I’m somewhere nearby, watching and waiting.
Ready to step in when I feel like the time is right.
I don’t raise my voice. I don’t need to, My presence is enough.
My voice cuts through softly, and still, it changes everything.
He stops, he listens, he obeys.
And the more he lets go of the version of himself that walks around in the outside world, the more I enjoy watching him become who he really is, in front of me.
That’s the moment I crave.
Not just the sex, not just the control, but the transformation I bring out in him.
 
My slave’s point of view – after I ordered him to put it into words.
 
I thought I knew what I liked … I didn’t
Okay, so, I always thought I was into trying new stuff.
You know, not one of those guys who freaks out when things get a little different in the bedroom.
But nothing really prepared me for the first time she told me that someone else was going to be involved.
Not asked, she told me. So simple is that.
She looked me in the eyes and said, “She’s the one tonight.”
No discussion, just that.
And suddenly I was standing next to this woman I didn’t know at all, and I could barely focus, because my brain was trying to figure out what the hell was going on, while my body was already responding.
But the wildest part?
It wasn’t her — not the new woman — that made my head spin.
It was my Mistress, the one who was watching.
And when she finally stepped and spoke up, her words hit different.
Like I’d been waiting for them the whole time, without even realizing.
I know it sounds weird, but I liked it. I like being guided. being told what to do.
Not because I didn’t know how to act, but because it meant giving up control.
And with her, that felt right.
Since then, I don’t really think of myself the same way.
She didn’t just show me something new.
She unlocked something in me that I didn’t even know was there.
And honestly… part of me hopes she never stops.