0 comments/ 2624 views/ 1 favorites Army Dom Ch. 06: Time After Time - An Epilogue By: restrainedqueen The Epilogue to the story of a sub and her Army Dom: Chapter 1: Anal Finale, Chapter 2: The Conversation, Chapter 3: Dear Sir, Chapter 4: Mixed Feelings, Chapter 5: Safeword... ***** The flame from the last match slowly dissipated as I heard the front door slam. Butterflies wrecked my stomach. I got a whiff of French Vanilla before I turned and met his stare, as he stood at the entrance of the bathroom. His serious expression wasn't convincing as his eyes screamed that he was delighted to be home again after 3 long months. My mouth curled into a welcoming grin. He broke the stare and glazed lustfully over my naked, clammy, sweat beaded body. Damn, the room was hot from the candles and warm water in the tub. As if snapping back to reality, he spoke abruptly. "Where's my princess?" "She's been asleep since 3pm. She had a blast dressing up for the Easter bonnet competition at school today. You should have seen all the adorable 2 year olds on parade-she came first of course," I giggle, "I taped the whole thing for you." His face erupted into a broad smile, the one of unbridled joy reserved only for her. He turned and made his way up the stairs to her room. I sat on the edge of the tub and idly swirled my fingers in the water. I smiled as I recalled the days that led us here. After that fateful night when I left for the second time and he told me I was dead to him, I spent awful days feeling like something was wrong, my world was out of balance. Despite common sense I felt like I needed to go back. But I gave myself time, I met other people, and I wasn't proud to say how things went down with my Sir at home-the one who was there for me all the time. I ended up telling him the whole truth and he was hurt and irritated of course- I can't blame him because I did waste his time. We resorted to being cordial friends in the end. So I did what any other empath would do-I messaged him, apologizing for hurting him and walking away. I wanted to make peace with him but more for myself-I couldn't stand that he was so cold to me. I got an immediate response, one that shocked me. He admitted he never expected to hear from me again and he didn't put up a fight because he didn't want to be mean or angry. He claimed that he never gave anyone so much of himself as he did to me. He suggested a weekend together to talk things through. On the first day he was being such an asshole when he saw me. Saying things like "you have so much making up to do," and "once you submit to me again you have no choice" and "this is the last time you are doing this to me." But I fought back verbally, I figured things would have to change if we wanted to make it. I told him that "a Dom is nothing without his sub," to which he said I was in no position to manipulate him. The weekend getaway turned into 120 sexless hours of tears and late night confessions, discussing limits over complimentary breakfast, sorting out communication problems by the poolside. By the time we both returned to work, we had understood more of each other than in all the years spent together. I didn't move back in with him right away, we decided to "date." It sounded so basic and absurd given the heights we had reached but spending controlled amounts of time together, appreciating each other and building back trust was exactly what we needed. It took a while for us to have playtime again, and when it happened it was even more pleasurable than I thought possible. He was no longer a rage filled, violent man who needed to exert dominance, and I was no longer a stupid, desperate submissive woman who didn't respect her own limits. We had grown and evolved together into a true, functional, healthy Dom and sub. Then there was Priya. A little creature that was her daddy's kryptonite. She was unplanned but came in perfect time. White skinned like her father with a tinge of her mother's brown complexion. Bright brown eyes and black hair unlike her father's dark blonde strands. He adored her and she changed him in so many ways. She was exactly what he needed-he learnt patience, self control and what it meant to love unconditionally. My thoughts were interrupted as he appeared at the doorway again. No matter how many times he had to go away for work and returned my heart always pounded with excitement when he was near. He sauntered over and I tiptoed to meet his lips. He was eager, he slipped his tongue in and ravaged my mouth as his stubble grazed my soft cheek. I couldn't wait to fuck him. As he pulled away and looked down at me I fondled his name tag. "Are you ready, Sir?" He was in need of that bath, he smelled like sweat and dirt with a now and then hint of his cologne. Without warning he spun me around abruptly and pressed me into his body, the tough material of his army uniform assaulting my bare skin. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, fondling one breast roughly, making me wince. "Well, first we have some unfinished business. You need to be punished for disobeying me, sub." He whispered in my ear and sucked my neck. I had goose bumps all over. "Now bend over the side of the tub and don't turn around, I have a surprise for you." I heard the amusement in his voice and I smiled at my own demise. I did disobey him. Before he left on the mission he brought an 8 inch realistic rubber dong home. I chuckled at how similar it was to his own cock, in terms of length, girth and the veins. Only the head was different-mushroom like, whereas his was more rounded. Even the balls were taut like his. What amused me more was that he made me write his name along the shaft. "When I am gone, anytime you feel horny you better fuck yourself with him. Only him-no fingers or other toys allowed. That's to remind you that your pussy is mine and I am all you need and want." Those were his exact words. Even when we skyped there were times he stroked his cock and came while watching me ride the rubber dong, or suck and gag feverishly on its bad tasting exterior. The punishment today was for cumming three days ago. He instructed me not to have an orgasm for a week, so I would be practically wet, begging, obsessed and pathetic for his cock when he returned. Little did he know that I was like that for him either way. I kept my eyes glued to the wall and he made me wait for far too long. He parted my ass cheeks, grunted in approval and muttered "good girl" under his breath as he observed the ringed end of the string of anal beads tucked between. Five clear pink glass beads inserted up my ass as he commanded. I waited some more. The anticipation was killing me. I heard the rattle of metal and then saw the Japanese clover clamps dangling in his hand. I squeezed my eyes together, I hated them. One by one he cupped each breast in his hand and opened the dreadful jaws. Each nipple painfully lodged between tiny rubber discs. I whimpered and he surveyed my face that was distorted from the intense pain that rushed to my mounds. The heat and discomfort was making me delirious. "Hmm..." he began unapologetically, "Next time you will listen." I swore I heard him chuckle as I saw my real surprise out of the corner of my eye. Then he ran its hard leather existence on my face so that I could get a good look at it. "I think this was made for you," he teased. A thick, flat, solid leather paddle with the imprint of SLUT on it. I was curious and excited- would it really leave that mark on me? I groaned and wiggled in anticipation of the first lash. He ran the side of the paddle between my cunt lips and it left a trail of clear slimy mess. I was so turned on and he was too. I could hear him heave behind me and the paddle swoosh as it cut through the air. "Whap!" It landed on my right ass cheek with blunt force that it made me fall forward, almost into the tub. I shuffled back into position as I mustered up with the lancing pain. "Not quite there." He commented, running his hand over it. He lined the paddle up on my ass like a stencil and then pulled back, landing another. I screamed out. Again and again it landed on the same sore wound, five times in all. I had enough, and I was relieved when I heard "Ha!" escape his lips. His masterpiece was done. I would see it later. "Face me, sub." And I did, wobbly from my burning ass. "Are you ok?" My lips curl into a smile, and I look up at him. "Yes, Sir." Carefully he removed the clamps from each nipple and I gasp as the blood rushed back to the areas. I felt euphoric as regions of my body burnt with delicious agony. I stepped in closer and began undressing him as he kept his eyes on me. I unbuttoned and slipped off his shirt, revealing his tanned broad shoulders and chest. Mmmm, I missed him. I dropped to my knees and undid his pants, pulling it down with his boxers in tow. He cock was hard and sprung out. That would have to wait until later too. He stepped into the warm tub and slid down, his head resting on the edge. He closed his eyes and gripped the sides. "I am so fucking tired." He managed. "I know, Sir, just relax." And so he did. I climbed into the tub between his legs. The water stung my welts. I squirted shampoo into my hands and began washing his hair. He groaned as my fingers caressed his scalp and his eyes narrowed from the pleasurable sensation. He was half asleep by the time the aroma of fresh body wash filled the room. I began from his shoulders and down his back, massaging and cleaning. His muscles were hard and tense. Down his strong arms and between his fingers. As I ventured lower and stroked his cock with suds he half smiled with his eyes closed. "Mmmmm, fuck." Down his legs and between his toes, I massaged his tired feet. I washed him clean with fresh water and wanted to leave him to rest for a bit, so I rinsed myself off quickly and ventured to climb out. He caught my wrist. "No, stay." I smiled, put my back to him and rested on his chest, wetting the edges of my hair that I vowed not to. He wrapped his arms around me and we both enjoyed the silence, the calm, the soft ripple of the water, the delightful mix of scents in the room. But we were not inhabitants of vanilla world. As I drifted off into dreamland I heard his words in my ear. "I need my dick sucked. Let's go upstairs." We ceremoniously towel off and leave our warm haven. The cool air of the bedroom was welcomed against damp skin. He stood at the foot of the bed and I robotically knelt as I always did. I grabbed hold of his thighs and looked up eagerly. "Are you going to instruct me or shall I do as I please?" "You know how to suck a dick," he retorted, "More importantly you know how to suck mine." Oh yes, I did. He loved getting mouth fucked. According to him a blowjob could be done anywhere, anytime. So we did it anywhere he pleased- in private and public spaces. He slapped the side of my face with his cock to prompt me to shut up and start, it was hard as steel. I took it into my mouth and began as I normally would, but I had a new trick up my sleeve. Cosmo's corkscrew blowjob. Girly magazines had to be good for something. Instead of running my mouth up and down his shaft I moved my head around in a circular motion as I went, so it was side to side. That with the usual fondling his balls and rimming his head with my tongue, he groaned and cursed, throwing his head back instead of looking on at every move I made as he usually loved to do. "You want me to cum now, slut?" I felt him tense up within a few minutes. "Get the fuck up." He was fighting it- I wanted his release but I wanted to be pounded desperately. I waited for my instruction. "Stand in front of the mirror. I want to watch you as you get fucked." As I stood I turned to the side to steal a look at my temporary mark. Impressive! Red and raised, SLUT imprinted boldly but surrounded by other lighter impressions of the word like blurry vision. I wore it proudly. He stood behind me and kissed my neck, rolled my nipples between his fingers, caressed my breasts, slowly slid his fingers down towards my soaking slit, all while looking into my eyes in the mirror. As he reached my opening he slid two fingers in and stroked my aching clit-I bit my lip and groaned in protest. "Tell me what you want, you disgusting little slut." He whispered. "I want to be fucked, Sir, please, don't make me wait." My voice was strained with lust and my cunt throbbed as I felt his cock pulse against my butt cheek. "Brace." I rested my hands on the mirror of our walk in closet. I felt him brush against me as he bent his knees and I tiptoed to fill the more than a foot gap in height between us. I flushed with desire to see the look of concentration on his face in the mirror as he looked down at my hole as guided his cock head to penetrate my entrance. "Nice and slow." He held my thighs firmly as he began to slide in and out of me. "Mmmmmm, fuck, that's good." Torturing, filling, savouring every stroke. I caught glances of myself and his gaze in the mirror through narrowed eyes-but avoided it mostly. I was conscious of my post-baby body. Even slightly embarrassed to look on at myself in such a state. But he was enjoying the show as moans of pleasure escaped my mouth and I almost cried with every thrust. He was ready for more, fixing his hands around my waist, pulling me further back onto him. He slammed furiously into me, grunting, looking on at my tits bouncing around, and I screamed as each brought me closer to an explosive orgasm. Looking down, my eyes fell on his toes digging into the carpet below as he fucked me. He felt me getting wetter all around him. "Don't cum yet, clench down. You will cum when I tell you to." He cried breathlessly and jerked my hair. "Please, Sir..." I didn't think I had the control. A low continuous groan of protest distracted me from the intensity. I was so close, I could feel tiny waves coming. "Don't you dare." He warned. I gritted my teeth and clenched my hole around his cock, pushing back, holding back. He lost it. "Ahhh...fuck, cum you slut!" So I let myself go and my quivering cunt tightened around him as I came hard, resting my forehead on the mirror. My knees bucked as he pulled the anal beads one by one out my ass, adding unexpected thrills to my body. A wave of pure calm and weakness washed over my body. Three more hard slams into me and I felt his warm gooey wetness between my legs, leaking down my thighs. I shuffled back and flopped onto the bed. He followed suit, and soon my head was on his chest, in his embrace. We lay there- naked, spent, satisfied. We drifted off to the faint sound of the air conditioning whirring in the room. Maybe we would eventually get up and wash off, maybe we would fall asleep until tomorrow, maybe she would wake us up for a snack or a bed time story. Nothing was for sure except that I was in the arms of the Dominant I had chosen for myself, and he had become a willing slave to his one true submissive.