0 comments/ 60327 views/ 4 favorites A Gift of Submission By: NeedItSoBad I had talked to Michael so many times before, but that was over a year ago when I was still quite new to on-line chatting. At first, he was polite, friendly, and conservative. After talking to him for several months, our conversations started to become a bit too sexual for me. I began talking to him less and less, and finally refused to speak to him at all, afraid of where all this might lead. Now here I am a year later, and not so timid about what I want and about to have this man in my home. The week before, out of the blue one afternoon, he had IM'd me. To my surprise, he asked if I would be willing to meet him that night at 10:00. I couldn't believe that I agreed and invited him to my home. I was about to submit to his every desire, and do so willingly. Well, it wasn't an hour later when my phone rang. I assumed it to be one of my girlfriends. I couldn't have been more wrong! It was Michael again. He said that he still hadn't worked everything out, but that he was tormenting me a bit, just in case. He added that he wanted to hear me cum one more time just in case he wasn't able to make it. He admitted that he loved to hear me cum, and was hoping he could make me do so, many times tonight. I spoke softly, as my fingers slowly trailed down over my breasts. I circled my nipples with my forefinger and then lightly pinched each one. As he spoke to me seductively over the phone, my hand glided down over my abdomen and rested on my mound. I gently teased my swollen lips with my finger, running it along their length, feeling my juices already coating them. Firmly, I pressed my fingers between my lips, teasing the entrance to my wet hole. I ran my fingers along my slit, pausing to flick my fingernail lightly over my clit. My body began to shake, as my fingers worked deftly against my clit. My breathing became raspy, as my moans filled the mouthpiece of the phone. I barely heard his soft, soothing voice as my orgasm burst from deep within my body. Crying out and moaning against the phone, I heard his voice again, pleased and complimentary, telling me that he had to go but would still call me by 9 PM, if he could make it. At 9:00 PM, my phone rang again. This time, I was hopeful that it would be Michael and it was! But he still didn't know if he was going to make it here, or at least, he told me he didn't know! I couldn't help myself as my hands instinctively found my pussy once again. I found myself lost in his voice, needing his approval, begging him to let me cum for him again. I came for him a couple of times and he again said that he would let me know. Gasping, I said that I thought that this was the phone call letting me know, and he laughed in his low, guttural, devilish tone, and said, "No, this call is to tease you all the more. I want you thinking about sucking my cock all night, even if you don't get the opportunity. I'll be there in 20 minutes." He then stated 'matter-of-factly' that he expected me to be wearing nothing but a thong and my nipple clamps when he arrived, and that he also expected me to have all my toys available to him. He added that I must not touch him in any way, without permission and asked me if I knew what would happen if I did. I somehow knew the answer and replied, "You would not touch me any more." He chuckled a devilish laugh and told me that I was indeed right, and added that he would leave immediately. Almost reluctantly, I told him that I would have to have on a robe, as I couldn't chance walking around the house in nothing more than a thong. All of a sudden, I felt as though I had done something wrong, that he might not be pleased with my rebuttal. But he laughed and told me that he understood completely. After we hung up, I headed downstairs to the basement, where I would arrange my toys. I grabbed the nipple clamps from the bag and placed the first one on my already hard nipple. I didn't tighten it all the way, leaving it somewhat loose. I wanted to give him the opportunity to decide whether or not they were tight enough, although I wasn't sure why. I then placed the second one on and let out a soft moan, as the teeth bit slightly into my flesh. They felt so good on my sensitive nipples, I could already feel my juices flowing. Then I arranged my paddle, flogger, riding crop, vibrators and assorted toys on the small table, placed strategically in front of the futon sofa. I, anxiously, sat on the sofa and waited the few more minutes until he would be here. As soon as I heard the outer bulkhead door open, I rose to my feet, stood in the middle of the room, and pulled my robe tight around me, hiding the clamps. My heart was racing as I heard his footsteps on the cellar stairs. My mind was a whirl, not knowing what this night would bring. I heard him as he entered the inner door and walked through the small entry room to where I was standing. He smiled a huge smile at me and asked, solemnly, if I had done what he asked. I smiled back and said, "Yes Sir." Suddenly, the look on his face changed and he commanded me to show him the clamps. I slowly and nervously opened the front of my robe, revealing the clamps fastened to my very erect nipples, the long black chain swaying gently between my breasts. He immediately took hold of the chain, and very gently ran his fingers under it, lifting it ever so slightly from my body. That gentle motion was enough to send a ripple through me and make my nipples become even more erect. He smiled and said "Mmmm yes, very nice," as he began to casually tug the chain upward. I leaned my head back and moaned softly as he pulled my breasts upward. I actually had to stand on tiptoe, as he pulled the chain higher and higher. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply as it felt wonderful having my breasts tugged so far from my body. His eyes twinkled as he told me how beautiful I was. Quickly, he released the chain, letting my breasts bounce back into place. He walked around me, and I did not move, as he purposefully inspected every inch of my body. I began trembling; his eyes scanned over my body and penetrated my soul. He walked behind me once again, avoiding any direct contact. His voice was calm and reassuring, as he told me to remove my robe. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted to please him, letting the robe slip, cascading off my shoulders. I held it in place at my elbows for a moment, then fall to the floor where it gathered around my feet. He placed his hands on my shoulders, sending chills through my body. I shook visibly as his hands ran down my back and over my ass. Leaning in close to my ear he whispered softly that I looked incredibly sexy, standing there, waiting for his touch. Knowing not how to respond to this, my body did as it blushed to my core. I remained silent and breathed deeply, trying to hide the lust building inside me. I heard him move behind me again, and a light shuffling of the items on the table told me he was inspecting my toys. With a cool chuckle he commented on what a nice selection I had for him to play with. I smiled and said I had hoped he would like them. He complimented me on my choice of leather floggers, saying the one I had is very nice indeed and it felt good in his hand. A moment of panic washed over me as I thought about him actually using them on me. Perhaps I should grab my robe, run up the stairs, and tell him to leave. Before I could react, I felt the tails of the flogger gently caressing my back, sending a shiver coursing through me that escaped my mouth as a moan. He dragged them slowly up my spine and then let them fall haphazardly over my shoulder. Another shudder ripped through me as the tails caught my sensitive nipples, forced outward by the clamps. I could feel my nether lips swell and my pussy become slick with my juices, as he flipped the tails so sensuously over every inch of my body, racking my body with chills. He softly trailed them over my breasts and shoulders and then down my back again, lightly tapping them against my ass. He circled me a couple of times, letting the leather drag along my skin; my back, my ass, my legs, my stomach, my breasts, my pussy lips. The feeling was incredible and my body reacted to his touch with more and more need. I trembled as he moved the flogger over my body, again and again, not wanting him to stop, needing him to use me. When he moved in front of me again, he took the chain between my breasts in his hand and began to pull downward. He kept tugging downward, forcing me to sink to my knees. He held the flogger high, letting the leather strips fall over my shoulders, and down my back. He lifted it just slightly and tapped the tails on my lower back and buttocks, then dragged them up over my shoulders again. He let them fall atop my breasts, tugging at the nipple clamps as they fell past them, causing me to moan deeply. He gently tapped the strips against my breasts, causing me to groan ever more urgently. He took the handle of the flogger and gently traced my jaw line. When he reached the spot under my chin, he used the heavy end of to raise my eyes to his, looked at me, and told me I was amazingly hypnotic. I smiled a hazily, lost in the feelings he had stirred, and simply responded, "Thank you, Sir". He maneuvered around me once again, this time pausing behind me. He ran his hand from my shoulder, down my back and across my ass. He placed his hand on the small of my back, and in a commanding voice said, "Bend over". I leaned forward slowly, letting my arms hold me up, raising my ass high in the air. Running his hand over my ass he said he loved the way my thong outlined my nice round ass. I was so turned on, so wet, that I blushed with embarrassment. My head was in a whirl and I wanted to feel the flogger against my skin so badly, and he knew it! He teasingly trailed it over every inch of my ass and thighs and began asking me if I liked the feel of the leather against my skin. I moaned an 'uh huh' as he continued to whisper in my ear, teasing me, asking if I needed to feel the leather bite into my flesh. I groaned and said "Oh yes....please Sir?", just as I felt the first slap of the tails across my ass. Here I was, down on all fours, begging this near stranger to whip my ass, forgetting I was a married woman, about to do things I would never even consider with my husband. He was gentle as he swatted my ass, and commanded me to tell him if it ever got too hard. He did not wish to hurt me or cause any more pain than I wanted. I just moaned, and agreed to tell him if he got carried away, although in my mind, I was beginning to think that would not be possible. He began to rhythmically smack my ass with the flogger, turning it and flipping it over and over with his wrist. It felt wonderful, erotically painful but very sensuous. As I ground backwards against his attentions I started to beg him to whip me harder. He leaned in close and spoke softly "Are you sure?" I moaned aloud "YES! Pleeaasseee, Sir?" I could tell he was smiling, even though my eyes were closed, reveling in this mixture of pain and pleasure. He began striking my ass, letting the leather strips bite softly into the flesh of my ass, every so often trailing down to my pussy. The slight sting was exquisite. I found myself wanting more and more, wanting to please him and show him how much I enjoyed his strokes. I began to beg him to strike me harder and harder, as the lashes cut across my soft flesh. I was moaning and grinding against the whip and began to build to an incredible climax. Just as I was teetering on the edge, he abruptly stopped and said "Not yet, my sexy little slut." I groaned and writhed as he stopped flogging my ass and moved away from me, leaving me quivering for more. He told me to turn around and face him. I swung around quickly to be face to face with his crotch, his cock straining against the thin material of his jogging suit. He slipped his pants down and showed me his erection. I looked up at him and asked if I might be able to taste him. He smiled and said "Yes, you may enjoy my cock." I wrapped my lips around the swollen head of his cock and rolled my tongue around the tip. I sank down the length of the shaft, feeling the head hit the back of my throat. I flicked my tongue over the veins bulging along the underside of his throbbing cock as my fingers traced lightly over his balls. Pulling back slowly, letting my lips suck the taught flesh over his hard cock, I pressed my tongue into his tiny slit tasting a drop of precum. As I worked my mouth over his cock I wanted to taste him even more, so I devoured him completely, sucking hard against his pulsing manhood. After a few moments enjoyment servicing his cock, he pulled back and said that I had had enough for the moment. I grimaced my disappointment as he chuckled devilishly. He moved behind me once again, leaving me kneeling, and picked up my paddle, running the soft fleece-lined side over my ass. He asked if I preferred the soft fur or the leather side, as he swatted me with the leather? I mumbled my response of wanting the leather and he slapped it hard against my ass and asked me again; telling me he wanted to hear my response this time. I replied that I, in fact, preferred the harsh leather to the fluffy fur. He glided the soft fur across my ass and informed me that this side was only to relieve the pain caused by the other side. Then he flipped it over and began to paddle my ass, gently at first. I begged for him to strike harder, pleading with him to make it sting deliciously. He leaned over me and asked me to please tell him when he was hitting my ass hard enough. I told him I would, as he began to rain blow after blow across my ass, each one gaining strength and momentum. By the time he landed the last few, my ass was stinging wonderfully. He then turned the paddle over and ran the soft fur over my ass, telling me how it had turned a wonderful shade of pink. I was breathing quite heavily, moaning softly, very close to cumming. He again leaned over me and asked "Would you like to cum now, beautiful?" I groaned and told him that I would, very badly. He smiled and again began raining blow after blow to my ass, alternating with the soft side every few strokes. In seconds I was screaming and moaning as my orgasm coursed through me, causing me to spasm and shudder uncontrollably. He whispered to me that I came so incredibly wonderful, as he held my shaking body close to his own. He admitted that it was very hard for him to make me wait, but that it made it that much more intense to do so. I blushed as I panted and tried to regain some composure. As I was beginning to calm down, Michael knelt behind me and gently stroked my ass. Slowly his hand moved lower and teased my lips, running along them with his fingers. He could not believe how incredibly wet I was, as he slipped his fingers into my pussy. He began to slide two fingers deep into my wet hole, as he remarked that not only did I have a very wet, very silky pussy, but that it was actually 'creamy'; deliciously inviting and obviously needing to be used. He started stroking in and out of my pussy, then placed his thumb on my clit, pressing against it ever so slightly. As he finger-fucked me, he massaged my clit more and more rapidly, bringing me to another violent orgasm, very quickly. He whispered, as he buried his fingers deep inside me, "Mmmmmm, I can feel your pussy clenching my fingers, sucking them deeper inside you. You cum so incredibly beautifully. You were made to be a slut and your Master will bring that out in you." Then he ordered me to sit up and show him just how much of a slut I was. He asked me to touch myself and stroke my clit, then show him how wet my hand was. I did so without hesitation, even though I had never masturbated in front of any man before, slipping my hands inside the edge of my thong, feeling my wetness. I then presented my fingers to him for inspection and he placed them along my lips. Instinctively, I flicked my tongue out and began to suck my own juices off of each finger, slowly and seductively. He became more aroused and told me to lie back on the floor. As I laid down, he told me to show him my pussy as I fingered myself. I eased my fingers between my very wet lips and began to stroke my clit while he moved towards the toy table. When he returned he said, "No, I want to see your sex. Spread your lips and expose yourself to me." I slid my other hand down to my nether lips and spread them very wide, using my thumbs and middle fingers, my index fingers rubbing either side of my clit. As my orgasm built, and my clit swelled even larger, I arched my back and closed my eyes, knowing that he was breathing more heavily watching my performance. All of a sudden I felt a light pain sear through my clit, as he brought the riding crop down on it sharply. I moaned loudly, arched more, and began to gyrate my hips up and down. He smiled and cooed "Ohhhh so Master's little slut likes her clit to be spanked also!" I gasped and begged "Oh yes Sir, please, more?" as my orgasm built higher. He started tapping continuously against my clit as I writhed on the floor, so close to cumming. He calmly told me "Let it go. Cum hard for me." as I began screaming and bucking against the crop. Every inch of my body was spasming, cumming violently, shudder after shudder, as he moved away and picked up my vibrator. Returning, he knelt between my legs, and before I had recovered from cumming so hard, placed the vibrator against my clit and turned it on high. This sent shock waves through my body as another orgasm washed over me. He continued to massage my clit with the vibrator through the orgasm, bringing me to another one immediately. He spoke softly, telling me, "Let it all go, keep cumming (as if I could have stopped at this point), that's it, cum harder, again and again." I was bucking wildly, thrashing about, arms flailing, head tossing back and forth, as I came over and over and he continued to assault my clit. I felt like I was going to pass out, light-headed and reeling, from cumming so hard. He moved the vibrator away from my clit after I had cum several times and placed the rubbery, cock-shaped, vibrator cover over it. Quickly he buried it deep inside my pussy, pulled it out slowly, brought it up to the light and commented "Ohh my! Just look at how wet my little slut is." He returned the 'cock' to my throbbing pussy and began fucking me, at first slowly then more rapidly, again building another orgasm. I started moving my hips in time with his penetrations and he sighed "Oh yes baby, fuck that cock, fuck it like it were mine. After I came a couple more times, he stood and told me to take his cock in my mouth. I stumbled to my knees, on wobbly legs, and sucked him deeply into my throat, pulling back slowly. I lapped at the base and rolled my tongue around the head, feeling his cock jump in my throat. I sucked at him voraciously, wanting him to cum in my mouth very badly. Deeper and deeper, faster and faster, until finally he asked me if I would like to taste his cum. I mumbled an "Ohh yes Sir. This slut would love to have her mouth filled with your cum." He stated simply "Then take it, take it into your mouth. Suck my cock deep and fill your mouth with your reward." I buried my nose against his groin and sucked him very hard, my throat constricting against the head of his cock, and felt the first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. I gulped, as I felt him explode again and again. I pulled back slightly, not wanting to lose any of his delicious cum, and drank down every drop. He moaned softly and said that I truly was a cock loving slut, and then gently stroked my hair. I kept sucking his softening cock, flicking my tongue against the sensitive spot under the head, as he reached over and grabbed the flogger once again. As my mouth moved over his cock, he began to flog my ass gently. I felt him again growing in my mouth and as he got harder, so too did the thwacks to my ass. And the harder the swats to my ass got, the more intently I sucked his cock. Suddenly, as I was about to cum, he pulled his cock from my mouth and told me to bend over again. A Gift of Submission I am on my way to you, dressed as I like to be for play, in high heeled black leather boots, black leather skirt, and white silk blouse. Nothing underneath. I like the freedom of feeling the silk and the leather against my bare skin. You are nervous tonight. Tense. You feel a churning within you. You have been pacing a lot today, and now you are here, alone in this room, waiting. You're waiting for me. I told you I would be here. You frequently look out the window and down to the street, straining through the dark of the night to see my car as it arrives, but I am not there. Only the rain that softly falls against the glass is there. You close the curtains against the night, and pace once again. Did you hear that? There's a knock on your door. Four slow crisp raps. It's our signal, and you know it is I. You don't know where I came from, but you know I am here. You open the door and greet me, with lowered eyes of submission. All you see are the high heeled black leather boots encasing my feet and legs up to my thighs. "Hello. It's nice to see you again. How are you this evening?" I ask. "I am so much better now that you are here, Mistress," you whisper. "Good. I'm glad." With one finger under your chin, I raise your face so that you may meet my eyes. I ask, "Are you ready for our game to begin?" Your voice shakes in anticipation as you almost inaudibly answer, "Oh, yes, Mistress. Please." You step back to allow me to come in. I look around. "It is much too closed in here," I decide aloud, and with a sweep of my hand I open wide the dark, heavy curtains that cover the second story window. "That's better." I turn to look at you. "Stand still." My voice is commanding, yet gentle. "I want to take my time to enjoy you." I walk slowly around you, my hand trailing against you as I go. You smell the scent of the leather I wear. You hear the slow and deliberate click of my heels on the floor. In front of you again, I speak, my voice low and sensuous. "Your clothes, take them off. I want to see you fully." You begin, awkwardly at first, to remove the white starched shirt and well fitting jeans you wear. Your chest and arms have the sheen of anticipation. I look pointedly at the shorts you have yet to remove. Glancing nervously at the uncovered window and then at me, you hesitate. My eyebrows arch, reminding you of my command as I wait to be obeyed. "But, the window," you whisper. "Nothing is required of you. You know that," I remind you. "I can leave anytime, but you must remember that if I leave this way, I will not return." Your shoulders slump in acceptance, and you remove your remaining clothing. As you stand before me now, completely exposed, I reach out my hand and bring one long red fingernail down your chest, leaving a faint mark. Then, taking one of your nipples between two of my nails, I squeeze. You think it should hurt, but it sends an erotic shiver down your spine and brings your cock to attention. Your eyes, still downcast, close to enjoy the sensation, and you hear the sound of your own ragged breath. I gently take your face in my hands and raise it to look at me, capturing your eyes with mine. I kiss you, pressing my mouth hard against yours, twining my fingers in your hair and pulling you into me, searching, tasting, and leaving you breathless when I finally let you go. With my hand on your chest I feel it rise and fall with your quickening breath, your heartbeat begin to accelerate, your skin moisten in expectation. I beckon you to kneel on the wooden floor in front of me. I turn and walk away from you, pick up my bag I have brought and begin to lay its contents out on a square of black satin draped over the low black marble table. You inhale the scent of jasmine as I light a candle. You see the light glint on the polished steel of the clamps, you hear the muffled slap of the black rubber flogger as its straps hit the table, and you shiver in anticipation and a little fear as I lay out my favorite dildo, sleek and long. When I return to you, and bid stand, I tie your wrists together behind you with a soft satin cord bringing the other end through your legs to tie tightly just above your balls. "Don't pull," I warn you. "It will hurt." I blindfold you, and you feel the fur lining against your eyelids. You are disoriented. You don't know what's coming next, you only know that you feel so exposed, afraid someone will look up to your window and see you bare, bound, and vulnerable. You hear my footsteps and suddenly feel the bite of clamps on your nipples. The pain is immediate, but you find it so seductive, knowing your pain is my pleasure. The chain linking the clamps is cold on your skin, but the burning from your nipples overcomes the chill. A whimper escapes your lips. I breathe in your ear, I stroke your hair and whisper your name. "You are safe," I remind you. "I am near. I may hurt you, but I would never harm you. Know that and enjoy." You gasp as you feel hot wax from my candle spill onto your very erect cock, hot enough to elicit your response, but not to harm you. I promised I wouldn't harm you. It falls drop by drop, and the aroma of jasmine envelops you. The heat excites you. "Is it good?" I ask. A thin "Yes, Mistress," is all you can muster. "I'm so glad. Do you know how hot it makes me when you whimper?" I ask, and I decide to show you. I lay my hands on your shoulders, and push you to kneel once more. You feel my booted legs fall across your shoulders as I sit in the deep red velvet chair in front of you. You can smell my scent, feel the warmth radiate from within me. "You can tell now, can't you. You can tell how hot I am growing here with you. Eat." It is a command, not a request. You lean toward me and bury your face in my very hot and oh so wet pussy. "Use your tongue," I demand. " Suck on my clit. Um, that's just right. God, you make me so hot." Without warning, you feel the rubber straps of my flogger crash upon your back, hear the slap as it makes contact with your flesh, spurring the intensity of your task. Again, and again you feel it, and your tongue moves faster, harder. I drop the handle, and grip your head to pull you into me. You hear my moans, and your cock and balls throb in desire. Slowly at first, and then building, my body is overcome in the throes of pleasure. When I can stand it no more, I push you away, your face wet from me. You smile like a schoolboy who's gotten an A in class, until I slip my hands to your chest to swiftly release the clamps. Your cry is muffled by your tightly clenched teeth. "They always hurt the most when they come off," a hint of amusement in my voice. "Don't they, my sweet?" I stand and cut the cord that binds your hands and balls. You are allowed you to move again but you remain there, on your knees, waiting for my words. I lower the lights, leaving only flickering wicks. You hear my footsteps return to you. I stop, and slowly remove your blindfold. Your eyes are not shocked by the candlelight remaining. In my hand you see the dildo I have brought with me. Your excitement is tinged with dread at the sight. Nervously you glance again at the window, remembering the risk of exposure. I bend low and whisper softly into your ear, "On all fours, now." You don't want to, and you hesitate, your gaze set on the window. My eyes ask the question that needs not be spoken, "Will you submit, or shall I leave?" I see through your eyes the struggle within you. You search my face, hoping for a reprieve, but it is not there. Finally, your decision made, you obey, utterly giving in, and place your hands upon the floor. I move behind you, and you tense, afraid. I allow warm oil to trickle between your cheeks, slowly finding its way down to your balls, and further. I continue to dribble the oil until it slides down and drips off the tip of your fully erect and very hot cock. When I am satisfied with the measure of oil, I raise the firm rubber shaft to press against your cheeks, signaling my intention to begin. You stiffen against the momentary pain as I enter you, pressing fully in. Your breath rushes past your lips as you strive to relax. You are stretched and filled, wishing for its end, but hoping for its continuation I kneel in front of you and search your eyes for assurance that you are well. Finding it, I am affirmed, and I gently raise you to your knees. "Now sit," I softly purr. You settle back, your legs outstretched, on the soft flokati rug behind you wincing, as you sit, at the pressure of my shaft driving deeper into you. I stand and allow my skirt to fall to the floor, landing in a pool at my feet. My clean-shaven pussy glistens in the candle glow, still moist from your mouth and my own juices. I watch your reaction, and that of your body, listening to your ragged breath, as you are gifted with the sight of my all but unclad body. Silently, I approach you, part my legs to sit across your lap, lowering myself onto your erect cock, pressing you deep within me. A moan of unadulterated pleasure overtakes us both as we move together. My head falls back, and I sigh as I savor the sensation of your fullness. Your hands slip under the silk of my blouse, cupping my full breasts in your palms. In a smooth motion, I whisk the silk from my body, baring myself to you completely. My arms encircle your neck, and I pull you close to me, urging your lips to my waiting and hardened nipples. "Take them," I whisper. Your tongue complies, circling, teasing, delaying. "Oh, God, yes." It is all I can do to breath the words as you at last take my nipple into the wet warmth of your mouth. Your tongue and teeth taunt me, taking me to dizzying heights. Your arms enfold me, pulling yourself deeper and harder into my willing body. I entwine my fingers into your hair to draw your face to mine. My mouth finds yours, crushing our lips together. Our pace quickens as our urgency builds, intensifying uncontrollably until we can hold out no longer. Waves of orgasm wrack my body and I hear your voice. "Please, Mistress," you whisper, "please may I come." "Yes, now," my voice almost guttural. " Come now with me." Given leave, your eyes close, your muscles tremble, your body quivers, as you give in to your mounting need. We are quiet. We are still. Neither moves. We hold on to the moment as if we can pull ourselves into eternity with it. I open my eyes to find you watching me. "Game over." The words leave my mouth with the softness of down, and we collapse onto the rug. For a time we lie there, holding one another close, intertwined. I tell you of my love for you, thanking you for your gift of submission. You assure me I have not pushed you too far, that you love me, that you are mine. We sleep. A Gift of Submission "Honey, I'm home," Greg said as he hung up his coat and set down his briefcase. "I'm upstairs, Greg. So traffic was bad?" Jill asked. Greg answered while pulling off his tie, "There is a game tonight, so around the stadium was all backed up." "Wow, and only 20 minutes late because of it, lucky you," Jill said as she brushed her hair at the vanity in their bedroom. "It's not like I could avoid it. We've known for months I had to work late all this week," Greg argued. Jill laughed, "It sounds like you want out of your birthday present a day early?" "Oh no. Not at all," Greg said kissing his wife lightly on the shoulder, "I'm just," another kiss, "throwing myself on the," now the other shoulder, "mercy of the court." Still laughing, "There's no mercy, silly. Now strip." Jill stood up from the mirror. She wore black stockings secured by a garter belt and matching panties; a bustier completed the outfit. For years, Greg and Jill had included domination in their sex life. They both preferred to be submissive so they took turns dominating each other. Greg had the idea to give Jill a week of being submissive for her birthday. Jill loved the idea and enjoyed a blissful week. Now she was returning the gift, and with one night left she hoped to make it one he would remember. Greg quickly removed his clothes. He neatly placed his jacket and pants on the bureau. Wearing only his boxers, Greg admired the graceful curves of his wife's body and the way her dark brown hair fell down around her shoulders. Jill rested one hand her hip, tilted her head and shifted her gaze to her husband's crotch. He had been semi-erect as he removed his clothes, but the look from her made him grow stiff. He pulled down his boxers and tossed them in the hamper. Greg breathed deeply with his hands at his sides, he was not able to look her in the eye. A grin crept onto Jill's face, "Now go take a shower." Greg's eyes dropped into a pleading gazed. Jill continued, "and make it fast." She punctuated the last statement by tapping her hairbrush against her palm. Greg blushed and walked past his wife to the bathroom. One swat from the brush on his right cheek sped him on his way. As soon as the water was warm enough not to freeze him, Greg jumped in the shower. He ducked under the water and washed as fast as he could. As Greg rubbed his soapy hands over his chest, down his stomach, then leaned back under the water and closed his eyes. His hands traveled down his body until his fingers were sliding over his hard cock. Greg imagined Jill wrapping her fingers around him. He cupped his balls as he stroked himself; his excitement was building. He arched his back, letting himself take longer strokes. When he felt the first wave of pleasure that led to release, he snapped out of his trance. "That would certainly get me in trouble," he told himself. Greg quickly rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. Greg went back to join Jill wrapped in a large fluffy towel. Jill was sitting on the corner of the bed with her legs crossed and her hands folded in her lap, "Come here," she said. Greg stepped up and stood in front of his lover. She added, "Loose the towel." Greg opened the towel. He didn't think she wanted him to leave it on the floor, but he had nowhere to put it. He glanced around, finally deciding to toss it back through the bathroom door. Jill smiled, satisfied. "I spent all day thinking about the week you gave me and how great it was. I tried this week to give you just as much pleasure," Jill said as she ran her hands along her husband's sides. "I realized that you did more than just give us pleasure. You made me submit to you in ways I didn't think I could." Greg nodded slowly; he was eager to give her more pleasure tonight. "That's what I want to give you tonight," she continued, "I think you'll like what I have in mind, but if you want me to stop, I will and I'll do whatever you want." "I want to please you. I want to submit to you. Anyway you want, for as long as you want. I know this is my present, but I am yours tonight," he answered looking down, as if he had practiced these words a thousand times. Jill smiled, "Good, then let's get one thing out of the way first. You got home late." Jill uncrossed he legs and reached behind her, "I told you to be home on time, so here's your punishment." She took the hairbrush out from behind her back. Jill took her husbands hand and guided him over her lap. Greg was several inches taller than Jill, but the bed gave more than enough support for them to be comfortable. "I'm waiting." Greg answered quietly, "Please spank me, Jill." The hairbrush popped off of Greg's right cheek. Almost instantly a red spot appeared. Greg thrust back against each swat; he liked it hard from the start, not a slow buildup. As Jill increased the speed, his rocking motion also let him rub himself against her stocking clad thighs. Greg was careful not to grind into her too much. If it was too pleasurable, he thought, she might not punish him anymore. He smiled at that thought and wondered if she was cruel enough not to spank him. Jill continued to spank Greg until the only two thoughts in his head were the sting in his ass, and the pleasure from his cock. Swat after swat focused him on nothing else. Jill knew her husband well and when she felt that he was near his climax she brought down a flurry of blows on each red cheek. She stopped suddenly before his release and hugged him to her thighs to stop him from grinding. Greg let out a deep moan, he was so close, but knew that waiting would only make it sweeter. "Mmm, good boy," Jill whispered. "Thank you, mistress." "Now get up," she said. Greg got up and sat next to his wife. He moved his hands to his lap; she lightly stroked his thigh. "I see you enjoyed that, now it's time for me to enjoy something." Jill removed her panties. She guided her husband to kneel facing the bed as she sat in front of him. Jill was already wet from the excitement of the spanking. Greg could smell her, and wanted her. She spread her legs and pulled his head between her thighs. Greg's tongue made contact with his wife's sex; she fell back slowly onto the bed. Greg loved to pleasure his wife. He felt like he could lick her hours, running his has all over her body while never taking his mouth away. Jill moaned and pushed her hands through her hair. Greg took his wife's hips. He pulled her into him, letting his tongue open her, then slid his mouth up so the tip of his tongue played with her clit. He let his tongue circle her, over and over. Jill pushed into him, so his hands cupped her ass. He imagined the next time he would be spanking her, and seeing her ass as red as his. Jill rocked up and down against his hungry tongue. Greg moved one hand and penetrated her his fingers. Her lips dripped from his mouth and her juices. Greg savored the taste. He only took his tongue away to lick his lips clean then went back for more. His fingers moved like a piston; he grew more aggressive with his mouth. Jill was swollen with excitement, so he was able to get his lips around her and sucked her clit. He pulled gently on her, as his thrusts grew faster and stronger. Jill's hands moved up and down her body before they settled on her breasts. She pinched, squeezed and twisted her nipples. Greg listened to his wife gasp for air and squeal with delight, until finally she clamped her thighs against his head. She gripped both breasts tightly and arched her back completely off the bed. She shook once then relaxed; shook again, settled down and releasing her grip. Greg let his wife recover from her orgasm. He knelt back on his heels; his cock was still stiff. Jill still breathed heavily. Her hands still clutched her breasts. Greg remained on the floor, and waited for a command from his mistress. He needed relief and after a minute began to stroke himself. He rubbed slowly with one hand. Jill sat up; Greg quickly moved both hands behind his back. Jill smiled, "You certainly learned a few things this week. That was great." "Practice makes perfect," Greg replied. "On my birthday, you asked me to try something new. It made me nervous, but I do enjoy it now. I realized it's something that you can try too, and I hope it makes you feel the same way." Greg thought. They had tried several new things that week. All were running though his head now, but no one stood out. "Look in the drawer," Jill said as she motioned to the nightstand. Greg opened it slowly. At first, he saw a black leather band that appeared to be a strap. He slid it out more and noticed the clasps on both sides. When he fully opened the drawer he saw the smooth black dildo. That's when he noticed the hole in the crotch piece and realized what he was looking at. In the drawer was a strap on dildo and harness. Greg looked up at his wife, who watched him with a wicked grin on her face, and said, "You've really enjoyed being on the one side of anal sex. I think I'd like to try it now." Greg was speechless. He had never seen this side of his wife before. Usually he had been the one that suggested new things. Although he had passing thoughts about what it would be like, he had never even hinted to Jill that he wanted her to fuck him. Not knowing what to say or do, Greg fell perfectly into his role, and waited for Jill's instructions. He knew he would follow any thing she said without question. "Last chance to back out, but I'll be honest, this is really turning me on. If you don't want to try it, close the drawer. If you do want to, then pick them up, put the dildo in the harness, and hand them to me." Greg looked at his wife's feet. He wanted to do it, but one part of him still held back. The part that liked to dominate, the part that liked control, even when being submissive. This step would push him past that. By doing this he felt he would truly be submitting to Jill. The thought made his cock harder. Embarrassed Greg was not able to look Jill in the eye, he took out the strap on and fitted the dildo into place. "Now hand it to me," Jill said. Greg placed the harness in her palm. "Stand up." Greg stood, eyes still on the floor. "Now, bend over, elbows on the bed. Just like you had me do." Greg slowly got to his feet. He had not fully accepted in his mind what was about to happen. He was resolved to just do as he was told, until the embarrassment was gone. Jill took out small bottle of KY lubrication out of the drawer. She stepped into the harness and slid it up her legs; she took her time to adjust and straightened all the straps until it fit snuggly around her hips. The base of the plastic cock rested against her still sensitive clit. She opened the bottle and let a few drops drip onto the smooth black plastic. Then she began stroking the end of her dildo spreading the liquid over the tip. "Now trust me here, just relax," she said as she stepped up behind Greg and moved her hips slowly towards him. Greg stayed still, bent over, his legs apart. He remembered the first time he entered Jill this way. He had read as much as he could find online to try to make it easy. He thought about all the suggestions, none of them prepared him for the feeling of vulnerability. He felt excited and nervous, like he was loosing his virginity. He could not deny the excitement because his cock twitched in anticipation. Jill entered her husband. She placed one hand on the small of his back; the other held the base of her cock Greg moaned as she filled him. She pushed in, slowly at first and faster as she went deeper. He inhaled deeply and his breathing became ragged. Jill slowly rocked back and forth. She built the rhythm until she glided in and out of her willing partner. Greg felt his wife's thighs touch his cheeks with every stroke. "That's it baby. Take it all," The tip of his cock brushed lightly against the bed and sent waves of pleasure through him. As the rhythm increased Greg became lost in a mix of new feelings and sensations. The fullness bordered on discomfort, but the motion aroused him in ways he'd never felt before. His moans became quick grunts that Jill recognized as her husband getting close. She quickly pulled out of him and pushed him forward onto the bed. Greg didn't expect the sudden change. All it would have taken was another touch to send him over the edge. He rolled over and watched Jill pull off the strap on. "Move back," Jill said as she climbed on top of Greg. He pushed himself back so he was lying across the bed. She positioned herself above his cock. "Did you like that," she asked as she slid him into her. Greg hesitated, it had turned him on a great deal, but he was too embarrassed to answer. "See how wet it got me? Tell me if you liked it," she said as she rode him. "Yes," Greg whispered. "Good," Jill said as she slowed her pace, "tell me how you want to cum." Greg looked into Jill's eyes. He was stunned because she had already given him so much pleasure, then she asked to give him more. "I know the answer. I want to here you say it," she told him. "I...can I...would you let me...cum in your mouth?" "Mmm, of course," Jill answered. She lifted herself off of him, she moved down between his legs. She moved him towards her mouth, "Does it turn you on that I love to taste myself on you?" A deep moan was all he managed for an answer. Jill couldn't suppress an evil smile, "Well what's good for the goose..." Jill took her husband in her mouth and sucked hard. A few strokes with her hand and he was bucking up into her. Greg could feel himself tense and Jill instinctively moved so she could take everything from him. She pumped his cock as he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Greg exploded in his wife's mouth, filling her with his seed. He collapses after several spasms, and Jill slid off of his cock, keeping her lips tight so she did not spill a drop. Jill was not done yet. She crawled up Greg's body, still straddling him. Her arms moved up to hold his wrists above his head. She had a slight grin on her face, and leaned forward to kiss him. As their lips met, Greg opened his mouth. Jill responded by opening hers. She pushed out her tongue. She filled Greg's mouth with his cum. Greg had tasted himself before, but never like this and it heightened the devotion he felt for his wife. At that moment Greg knew what it meant to be submissive. He swallowed it all, eyes closed, lost in a cloud of sensations. "Happy Birthday, honey." "Thank you, lover. I can't wait until next year." "I don't think you'll have to," Jill purred, "but I'm next." The two fell asleep in each other's arms. A Gift of Submission I groaned a protest of his removing his cock from my mouth and he growled very sternly, "Unless you are looking for punishment, do as I said." Somewhat reluctantly, I bent over at the waist and placed my hands on the edge of the futon. He trailed the flogger over my whole back and ass, lightly whipping me with it. Then he set the flogger down and smoothed his hands over my ass, feeling the light warmth radiating from it. He smiled, leaned over me, and whispered in my ear again "You are such a beautiful woman, my little slut, so responsive, so needing, and so willing to please. This is what you really wanted the last time I was here, but you tried to hide your true feelings, able to deny your true self. But you don't have to deny what you are any longer, you are a great gift, one I intend to use well." I closed my eyes and reveled in that thought, thinking how much I wanted this, grateful for the pleasure he was showing me. As I was lost in my thoughts, I felt the sharp sting of his hand against my ass. I gasped and moaned as he soothed the flesh with his palm, telling me how good my ass felt in his hands. Then 'smack' even harder, this time sending a shiver through my body. He smiled and chuckled and said that I did indeed need a strong hand, as he again smoothed over my ass. He whacked my ass again, very hard, admittingly stinging his own hand. My body began to rock gently with each blow and each slap to my ass got harder and harder. He began to smack my tender flesh very hard, sending sharp, stinging pain throughout my buttocks, but at the same time, causing an intense stirring in my pussy and a renewed need for release throughout my body. I begged for him to hit me harder, as he slowly smacked my ass. I was thrashing wildly against his hand, nearing my orgasm, when he began to rain harsh whack, after harsh whack, on my ass. I came explosively, screaming "Ooohhh god yes Sir!!" I never felt so alive, so excited, so sexually turned on before and I never wanted that feeling to end!! After I came yet again, he ran his hands gently over my ass, saying that that shade of pink had turned to a deep red and that the heat coming off my skin was warming his hand unbelievably. Every movement of his hand sent shudders through my body as he glided over every spot he had touched. I collapsed against the futon and he soothed my ass for a while, telling me how wonderful it felt and how beautiful it looked with his hand prints painted across it. I moaned softly at his every touch and told him how incredible his hands felt. He smiled and said "My little slut does enjoy a hard smack... doesn't she?" I managed a breathless "yes" as I felt his fingers dip into my pussy again. He smeared my juices over my ass and lightly rubbed the silky fluids over the heat of my ass, saying that he was very, very pleased, and that I was everything he imagined and more. He again moved in front of me, took hold of the chain between my breasts and tugged lightly, bringing me back to my knees. He again picked up the flogger and began to thrash it lightly over my breasts, making sure to contact the nipples. He smiled at me and said "I didn't use this nearly hard enough on your ass, did I?" I smiled back and said "No Sir." He sighed and said that he was going to spend a lot of time with me, learning my limits and my wants and needs. He flicked the flogger over my breasts again and again, talking to me about how much he wished he could come here every day, but that he would have to settle for once a week, schedules permitting. All the while, he flicked the flogger over my breasts. My breathing again becoming gasps, my heart racing, sweat beading on my forehead as he built me up again. Suddenly he dropped the flogger and pulled his erection from his pants and told me to take his cock in my mouth again. As I slipped the head past my lips, he reached down and grabbed each of the clamps in his hands. He began to squeeze the clamps, sending electric jolts through my nipples. I sucked his cock harder and faster with each piercing pinch. As he neared his orgasm, he pulled the clamps from my nipples and grabbed each one between his fingers, rolling them and pinching them, again putting me on the edge of climax. As I started to shake, he pinched my nipples hard and twisted them, sending my body reeling and quaking with orgasm after orgasm. My orgasm caused me to suck very hard and very deeply on his cock and he came in my throat, once again. I wrapped my arms around his legs and grabbed his ass, pulling him to me even closer, using his body to help support my still quivering form. After a few minutes, he held my head in his hand and stroked my hair gently. I knelt back and looked up to see him admiring me. He didn't say anything but stared deeply into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity. I began to feel very, very submissive all of a sudden and looked down towards the floor, wondering if that was what he was waiting for. He smiled, tilted my head up, told me to look at him, and said that I was just such a beautiful sight to behold, that he couldn't help but stare at me. I gazed into his eyes for quite some time, before he told me to take his cock into my mouth one last time, to say good night. I did, and as I slipped it into my mouth, he again tilted my face up towards him. I smiled a huge smile as I sucked hard to keep the end of his cock in my mouth. He looked down and said "You really are a happy little slut aren't you? Your Master is very lucky." He then pulled his cock from my mouth and said that he had to go. He pulled me to my feet and hugged me very tightly, thanking me for my wonderful gift. Then he said "Say goodnight, precious pet." and headed for the door. I said "goodnight, Sir" as he picked up his things and walked out the door. I remained poised on the floor, suddenly feeling an emptiness, like none I had ever felt. My mind was still trying to sort out this evenings events, as my body ached, and remembered them well. All I could think of was, how long it would be until I saw him again.