0 comments/ 19491 views/ 2 favorites Belle's Submission By: subxbelle As I enter the hotel room I don't see you at first, you're stood so close to the door. You reach behind me and push it closed. Startled I turn and see it's you, my master. You would never lower yourself to showing you are pleased to see me, and I'm embarrassed at my own telltale smile at the sight of you again. You take my hand and lead me to the bed and lay me down upon it. You crawl up beside me, pressing your body close to me, just enough that I can feel how hard you are already, but I know better than to react. Your hand moves to my hair and grasps a handful, pulling my head back sharply, exposing my neck and causing me to utter a whimper. "Baby, you know how I feel about noise, you will be quiet until I tell you that you may speak. Am I understood?" you whisper gently in my ear, with only the slightest hint of menace. I nod and you pull my hair hard, "Good, because if you don't do as you're told you will be punished ." There are few things I like less than my masters punishments. I nod again and you smile, seeing the panic in my eyes at the thought I might displease yo. Releasing my hair you lean over me and give me the sweetest, slowest kiss, your tongue flicking inside my mouth. Your hand runs down the side of my face, you take my chin, tilting it upwards just to make sure that I'm submitting every step of the way. As if I ever had any doubt who was in control. I feel your tongue lap, almost imperceptibly, at my earlobe and you whisper the words I've been waiting for, "Now then beautiful, let's get started." You pull me to my feet and release the zip at the back of my dress. Then raising my arms over my head you lift if off, revealing my underwear, exactly what you told me to wear. I was careful not to make any mistakes for you. I'm stood exposed in black satin underbust corset, cinched in tight at the waist, panties and suspender belt with old style seamed stockings and my beautiful black satin heels. I realise the room is cold, and I know you've done that on purpose, I remember you saying how hard it makes my nipples. As I think this I glance down and notice them stiffening. You stand holding my hands over my head like a ballerina and turn me, taking in the sight before you from every angle. I can tell you like what you see, your eyes are flashing with the urge to take me now. But you'd never let that happen, it's all about the control here. "Mmm baby, you look good." You turn me to face away from you and run your hands over my body and back up to my breasts, pausing to pinch each nipple hard, forcing me to bite my lip to avoid making a sound. A taste of things to come. Then holding my hip in one hand and placing the other in the small of my back you bend me forwards, so that I'm stood with my ass in the air and my breasts hanging unsupported, my arms out in front of me on the bed. I feel you move away as you speak again, "Do not move, I have something for you" I hear a drawer opening behind me, you take something out and return to the bed. You undo the clasps at the rear my stockings, exposing the tops of my thighs. And gently push up either side of my panties so that my ass is on show. I know what's coming next. My nipples harden further and I can feel my clit start to throb with anticipation. Reaching round me you show me your present. A leather paddle with a wide base, a new one I've never seen before. You bend over me, your face level with my ear, "Now I'm going to use this on your beautiful behind and you're going to like it aren't you?" I start to turn my head to respond, only to feel a hard, sharp slap across the back of my thighs. My hips buck forward with the pain and I almost cry out, but manage to hold it and only elicit a tiny squeak. You grab my hips roughly and pull me back in to position, taking my neck in the other hand and squeezing slightly so my breathing begins to come in rasps. You utter a vicious whisper, "I told you not to move, if you can't behave you know what happens. And don't think I didn't hear that silly little noise you made then." My cheeks flush, I am ashamed of myself, I can't even stay still for you. But still the throbbing sensation in my clit persists, even your wrath turns me on. As quickly as your anger rises it subsides, your hand loosens its grip on my neck and you lower it to my ass and thighs. Gently you stroke me, soothing the red mark you've created. You reach between my legs and slowly run your index finger over the fabric covering my pussy. You pinch my swollen lips through the fabric and I'm sure I hear you moan slightly. Even the tiniest touch from you makes my knees go weak, I long for you to pull my panties to one side and run your fingers over my clit, slipping them inside me to feel how wet you make me, how happy being your sub makes me. But I know that won't happen yet, you're teasing. As quickly as you're there you're gone again. You lean over me once more and whisper, "On the plus side baby you're very wet, I can feel it through your panties. Soaking, in fact, it's a good thing I don't mind otherwise you'd be punished for that too. Now be good for your master and you'll get what you want. But, I think we'll give you a little help staying quiet, as clearly you need it." You cross the room again and I hear you remove something else from the drawer and return to me. Your hand appears in front of my face again, this time holding a ball gag. My heart sinks, I hate the ball gag, but I know it's my punishment for being disobedient and I know it pleases you to see me wearing it. You place the ball in my mouth and fasten the strap at the rear. I want to struggle, get out of it somehow, but I'm not stupid enough to try that, you wouldn't stand for it. "No more noises, no more movements. You do as you are told and be a good little girl for me" I look down, the shame rising again. I feel you step away again, a swift rush of air moves close to my thigh and I realise you've raised the paddle, before I can complete that thought you've swept it back down and connected it with the base of my ass cheek. It's a hard blow, the stinging sensation catapults over my ass and through my whole body, I bite down hard on the gag and tears form in my eyes. The pain is all consuming for a moment and then subsides, leaving me warm and sore. I can tell you are smiling, I was good and didn't make a sound. I feel that swift rush of air again... Belle's Submission Ch. 02 In quick succession you raise the paddle three more times and bring it down onto my ass cheeks, hard. The fourth blow catches the back of my thigh and the sharp familiar pain flashes through me. That one was meant to sting. With each stroke it becomes harder to retain my composure, each time I bite down on the gag and try not to cry out. I'm fighting the urge to flinch as you lift the paddle again. This is what I get for disobeying you earlier; I won't let it happen again. I know that this spanking isn't going to stop until you're sure you're leaving lasting marks on my skin, my reminder in the days to come that you are my master and I belong to you. You pause and I tense slightly, not knowing what comes next. I feel you lean over me, the brush of your shirt on my shoulder blade reminds me that you're still fully clothed and I'm bent over the bed half naked in my corset and stockings. Suddenly I feel very exposed. You run your finger down my spine, over the fabric of my corset and over my warm, reddened and stinging ass cheek. Your breath is warm on my earlobe and your hand traces back up my spine to my neck. You entwine your fingers in my hair and pull my head back gently. Your face is still close to my ear as you speak, "You know babygirl, you're doing much better, you didn't say a word or move at all. Daddy is very pleased." You release the clasp on the ball gag and it drops onto the bed, I move my mouth, trying to get the muscles moving again after their restriction. You release my hair and stroke my cheek. I smile, glad that I've pleased you, my master, my daddy. You lean round and kiss me, long and slow. Lowering your hand to my breast, you stroke over my nipple, pinching slightly. You break the kiss for a moment to whisper, "Good girl" My knees buckle at these words; I am your good girl. You turn me and grab my wrists pulling me into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. My ass protests at my sitting on it so soon after a spanking, there will be bruises tomorrow. I look up at you and am surprised see annoyance in your eyes. "Baby, you moved." I can hear the disappointment in your voice. I hang my head and my heart sinks, so pleased at being your good girl I forgot your instructions. You walk across the room and open the drawer, pulling out a length of rope and something I can't see. You return to me and pull me to my feet placing the rope and unseen item on the bed. You tilt my chin up and look me in the eyes, you're enjoying my worry, it's all part of my punishment. I'm searching your face, trying to see what you have planned, as if you'd ever give that away. You lower your gaze to my breasts, and it's then that I know what you took from the drawer. You reach out and pick up the nipple clamps, my eyes widen as I see they're clover clamps. You're going to make this hurt. You lower your mouth to my nipples and suck each one in turn. They're already standing to attention but I know you want them really hard for the clamps. You grip my face and with your thumb and forefinger pinching my cheeks, you speak in a low tone. "Look at me babygirl. It might hurt, but I know you love it when I teach you a lesson this way, so just be quiet and take what you're given." You fasten the clamps onto each nipple, not too tight to begin with. You pick up the chain which joins them and toy with it a little, not pulling, yet, just teasing me. I brace myself for the sharp pull, which doesn't come. "First things first baby, if I don't want you to move it looks like I'll have to take that option away, just as I did when you couldn't keep quiet." You turn me round and taking the rope you bind my wrists behind my back, you know just how tight to tie my bonds, you always have done . Turning me to face you again you reach between my legs, stroking the outside of my soaking panties and running your finger over my clit so gently I can hardly feel it. You utter a low moan and pull me closer to you. I shut my eyes in a moment of bliss, and it's then that you choose to pull the chain on the clamps. They tighten round my nipples and my mouth flies open in a silent cry of shock and pain. You twist the chain in your hand and my nipples sear with pain. You drop the chain, leaving me to recover a moment and sit me on the bed. I wince slightly at the pain across my beaten ass and you smile. You kneel in front of me, something you don't usually do. But on this occasion it's no act of submission. You unclip the final two straps of my suspenders and hook your fingers under my panties, pulling them down my thighs until they are round my ankles. I feel humiliated, sat here almost naked, my nipples clamped, my ass red and my pussy on show, but it's all I deserve if I can't do as you ask. You grip the chain once more and pull, I almost gasp at the pain but manage to hold it in. You are loving how hard this is for me, I can see it in your eyes. With one hand you trace the outline of my areola, and the clamp, stroking over my bound nipple. The other hand reaches down again and pushes its way between my pussy lips. Finding my wetness and teasing my clit, slipping over it and round it. I can feel it engorging, loving the sensation of you touching me. I long to put my arms around you and pull you onto the bed with me, but my bound wrists prevent that. You part my lips and run your finger from my now throbbing clit to my pussy. One finger slips inside me and slowly you fuck me with it. A second finger joins the first and you find the illusive 'g' spot. You run your fingers over it, applying just the right amount of pressure, and I can't help but push myself onto you. You smile at me and whisper, "You know baby, this isn't really a punishment for you is it?" I shake my head. You move away from me and stand so your waist is level with my head. You unzip your trousers and I know what you want from me next...