0 comments/ 6143 views/ 1 favorites Fantasies of a Submissive Ch. 01 By: Lilio2013 She was sitting on the porch, enjoying the quiet night air. The sounds of the night were slowly lulling her into a relaxed state and she leaned back against the rail and let her mind wander. At first she thought of her job, of her customers and the heavy workload. She wasn't sure how she would handle the amount of work she had to do in such little time. Soon, however, her mind drifted to thoughts of him, of her master, as it always did. They were in bed together -- he was completely naked and so was she except for the collar around her throat, her master's collar. She loved the feel of it, loved the knowledge that it bound her to him; it marked her as his and his alone. He was lying on his back, propped up against the pillows and watched her with a lustful gaze as she knelt beside him. She waited patiently for his command, her eyes never once leaving his. "Suck my cock Little One," he ordered. "Yes Master." She replied eagerly as she crawled between his legs. She was his slave and bringing him pleasure always brought her pleasure. She lived to serve him and him alone. She pulled her hair over one shoulder to make it easier for him to reach. She knew how he liked to run his hands through it, fisting it and controlling how much or little of his cock her greedy mouth took. Glancing up at him, she brought her mouth to his tip and flicked her tongue across it, capturing a drop of pre-cum that had begun to form. Moaning at his delicious taste, she ran the flat of her tongue down his shaft as she slowly sucked him into her mouth, swallowing his rock hard dick into her throat until she had taken every delectable inch. Relishing the feel and taste of him, she slowly sucked her way back up to his tip and once more flicked her tongue across it to taste more of his pre-cum. She could feel her pussy begin to dampen at his taste. His hand slid into her hair and gripped it in a tight fist as she slowly sucked her way back down. She knew what was coming and sure enough, he tugged on her hair, pulling her mouth completely down his shaft roughly making her moan around him. "I said suck my cock my little cum slave!" He said firmly. Eager to please him and be a good slave, she sucked him harder, faster. Bringing one of her small hands up between his legs, she began to gently fondle his balls. "Oh yes, you are such a good little slave!" He moaned. With each moan she felt her pussy getting hotter, wetter. She ached to push her fingers into her dripping cunt, but Master hadn't told her she could yet. Moaning for him, to let him know how much she enjoyed having his dick in her mouth, she continued sucking him into her throat. Dear God, she loved his taste! "Don't cum Little One. Not yet." Her master ordered, still very much in control of himself despite her mouth. She was so ready to cum for him, her tight snatch twitching in expectation. But a good slave is obedient, she cums only when ordered to, for however long she is ordered to. And her master took care of her, he brought her pleasure she didn't believe was possible. Every orgasm with him was stronger and more intense than the last. So she ignored the fire between her thighs and continued serving him, stroking his cock with her tongue as she sucked him hard and fast. She was intent on bringing him as much pleasure as she could, she wanted to make him shoot his load in her mouth, wanted to taste every last drop as it slid down her throat. His breathing was becoming ragged, his moans louder, and his hand in her hair was jerking her head faster and faster. "You love serving your master, don't you?" She heard him ask. "You love being my little cum slave!" Her only reply was to moan around his dick. Her juices were flowing down her thighs now and it took all of her willpower not to cum before she was told to. "Mmmm, MY little cum slave!" He moaned, thrusting his hips up. "On the count of 10 I want you to cum for me slave. 1...2...3...You are my good little slave. 4...5...6...7..." Her breathing sped up in anticipation of the impending orgasm. "8...I OWN you my little slave! 9...10! Cum for me Little One!" He ordered as her orgasm tore through her. "Cum hard Little One, good little cum slaves don't hold their cum back from their master!" His words kept the pleasure coming, wave after wave crashing over her as she tried hard to keep sucking her master's cock through it all. The muscles of her pussy continuously clenched around air, seeking something to pull deep in her. "On 10, stop cumming Little One," ordered her master. "1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8, 9, and 10!" He yelled as he shot his load into her desperate mouth. Her orgasm faded as she sucked her master's cock clean, swallowing every drop of his delicious cum. Both of them spent, she let her master's now soft cock slip from her lips as she tried to calm her breathing. He tightened his grip on her hair again and slowly pulled her up to him until she was straddling him. Looking her in the eyes, he softly asked, "Who do you belong to Little One?" "Only you Master, only you." She replied breathlessly as she brought her lips to his for a tender kiss. Jerking herself back to reality, she shook her head and tried to clear her thoughts. Her thong was soaked and her cunt was burning, craving her Master's cock. Soon, she thought. Soon, I will serve him. Fantasies of a Submissive Ch. 02 She was standing in the shower, letting the Hot water pulse against her back. The heated stream felt good against her aching muscles after an intense workout. She had been trying to work out her horniness, trying to keep her mind off thoughts of her master. But, as always, it was futile. No matter what she did he was always on her mind. And thoughts of him always led to her pussy dripping, clenching in anticipation. Standing there with the water cascading down her back, she could feel her wet cunt tighten as her juices ran down her thighs, evidence of what thoughts of him did to her. Fuck she wanted him. She wanted to feel his cock fill her greedy pussy. But she especially wanted him to order her to orgasm and feel him shoot his cum in her. Her eyes drifted shut as she slid her hand down to her breast. She thought of him in the shower with her and allowed herself to get lost in her fantasy. He was standing behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist. He pulled her hair to one side, baring her neck for him. "Pinch your left nipple Little One," he said softly, but firmly, lowering his mouth to nibble at her neck. "Count of 10." She felt him bite down on her neck, felt him lick and soothe the spot, and a shudder ran through her. Pinching her nipple between her fingers, she moaned. "1...2...3...4...5..." She tugged at it as she felt her master nibble and kiss his way to her ear. "6...7...8...9...Oh Master!" She groaned as he nipped at her ear lobe. "10!" "Good girl." He breathed against her ear. "Now the right." She could feel his cock growing hard against her ass as she pinched her nipple for him. "1...2...3...4..." She felt his hand slide down her stomach to her shaved cunt and she twisted and pulled on her nipple. "5...6...7..." Her breath was ragged as she felt him barely touch her clit, teasing her. She held herself still for him although she desperately wanted to push her pussy into his hand. "8...9...10!" "Good little cum slave!" He praised. "Wrap your arms around my neck, Baby." She immediately obeyed and wound her arms around his neck. The position caused her back to arch, thrusting her chest out. She didn't realize how erotic he found the sight of her bared for him, offering herself to him. He ran his fingers over her slit with the lightest of touches. "Who are you?" He demanded to know. "Your little cum slave, Master," she moaned as he flicked a finger over her swollen clit. "And are you a good little slave?" He asked expectantly. "Yes Master." "Good girl. On your knees my sexy slave!" She obeyed, dropping to her knees and looking up at him. He wrapped a fist in her hair, holding it tight. "Don't move Little One, and don't take your eyes off me. Open your mouth." She eagerly complied, her jaw dropping open as she held still, waiting for her master's cock. He thrust into her forcefully, bottoming out in her mouth. Pulling out until just the tip remained, he thrust into her again and again. Her pussy was on fire! She was soaking wet, her juices dripping down to mix with the shower water. She loved his roughness, loved being used by him and knowing that she is the one he chose to please him. "Very good Little One," he moaned. Her eyes never left his as he ground into her mouth. She wanted to taste his hot cum, wanted to swallow it all. But he had other plans. All too soon, he pulled his cock out of her mouth. "Stand slave," he ordered roughly. She stood, sliding her body up his, feeling his hard muscles flex against her soft body. He lifted her off her feet effortlessly and pinned her against the shower wall, her legs wrapping around his waist as he shoved his throbbing cock into her hot, tight snatch causing her to cry out in pleasure. Her pussy convulsed around him, she was so close to cumming! "Don't cum yet Little One," he moaned, nipping her bottom lip. "Yes Master," she groaned as he slammed his cock in her over and over, fucking her hard and fast. He slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her breathless, his tongue feasting on her sweet taste. The pleasure he brought her was intense and she cried out into his mouth, her eyes closing as she lost herself in his taste and the feel of his cock claiming what was already his. "Don't cum slave!" He ordered roughly, breaking the kiss. She was arching into him, meeting his thrusts and moaning loudly. "Please Master! Please!" She begged. "Not yet Little Cum Slave!" He ground out as he took her mercilessly. "What are you?" "Your cum slave, Master!" She cried out. "Who owns you slave?" He growled. "You, only you Master!" "Good girl! 1...2...3...4..." She knew her release was coming soon and her pussy clenched around him. "5...6...7...You are MINE slave! 8...9..." She could barely stand the pleasure, he was driving her insane! "10! Cum slave!" He ordered as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. "Oh yes Master!!!" She screamed, thrusting her hips against him, her cunt pulsating around his cock, drenching it with her cum. She could barely breathe; she was drowning in the pleasure he gave her. It was too intense, she couldn't take it. Black spots started to form in her vision and her head swam dizzily. As it finally began to ebb, he brought his hand between them and rubbed against her clit hard as he continued to thrust in and out of her. "Keep cumming slave! Don't hold your cum back from me!" He demanded. Her orgasm flared back to life, coursing through her and making her scream from the intensity of it. "1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9..." He counted, shooting his cum in her, filling her with his seed. "10! Stop cumming my little cum slave!" He ordered, finally spent. Panting, she wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her cheek against hers. "Oh Master!" She sighed contentedly as he kissed her neck. She felt her knees give out from under her and was startled back to reality. Her fingers were deep in her cunt, her thighs sticky with her cum. She slowly pulled her fingers out of her and brought them to her lips. Sucking them clean, she smiled. "Good little cum slave," she imagined her master saying to her as she turned off the shower and stepped out. Fantasies of a Submissive Ch. 03 Her master would be home soon and she was counting down the minutes until he walked through the door. She couldn't wait to be in his arms again, it was her favorite place to be. She never felt safer than when with her master. She was wearing the same thing she wore for him every evening -- nothing except his collar around her neck. If he would let her, she would gladly wear it all the time and never take it off. She loved that it marked her as his; it told everyone that saw it that she was owned by him and him alone. No one else could touch her except her master. And it marked him as hers as well. My master, she thought as she ran her fingers over it. Her long hair was unbound and waiting for his hands to run through it. She thought of him stroking her hair, fisting it, and she felt her pussy tighten in response. It was always the same thing, thoughts of him turned her on in a way no other man ever had. And the pleasure he brought her was unrivaled as well. Her orgasms with him were the strongest she had ever experienced and he took her to places she had never dreamed were possible. But his effect on her was more than just purely physical. The sight of him made her heart race, his voice gave her butterflies in her stomach, and his touch could bring her to her knees. She was falling in love with him although that was never part of the agreement between them. She knew the terms, knew that he would never return her feelings, but her heart wouldn't listen to reason. She was a glutton for punishment it seemed, and not the form of punishment her master gave her that had her ready to cum in an instant. This had the power to break her apart and she didn't know if she had the strength to put the pieces back together when he finished with her. She was jarred out of her musings by the sound of the door opening. Just take what he offers, it is better than not having him at all, she thought as she turned to greet the man who owned not just her body, but her heart as well. "Hello Master," she said with a smile, hiding her true feelings from him. "Hello Little One," he replied as he strode up to wrap her in his arms. He kissed her gently, but thoroughly, as he held her naked body close to his. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, anchoring her to him. Breaking their kiss, but keeping her in his embrace, he tucked her head to his chest and just held her for a moment. He noticed that the table wasn't set yet for dinner and, while that suited his plans perfectly, he was curious as to why. "Where is dinner Little One?" He questioned. Tilting her head back to look at him, she answered. "I was just about to set the table when you walked in Master. You are a little earlier than usual." That was true. He had been thinking about her all day and had been in a rush to get back to her to enjoy her body. "That is ok. Leave it for now." Worried she had somehow displeased him, she bit her bottom lip. "I'm sorry Master, it won't happen again." Chuckling at her worried expression, he smacked her bare ass. "I am not too hungry for dinner at the moment any way." "You aren't?" She questioned, confused. "No. I would much rather have dessert first." He grinned as realization dawned on her face and her eyes turned dark with desire. "Get on the table, slave, and lay down. Offer that sweet cunt to me." He ordered. She rushed to obey, climbing up onto the dining table and laying on her back, her knees bent and her legs spread wide baring herself to his gaze. She could feel her wetness dripping down to her ass and she knew he could see it. He slowly walked to the table and stood there at her head letting his eyes roam over her naked body. His scrutiny caused her to blush and she found herself wondering if her body truly did please him. Her stomach wasn't as toned as she would like it to be, although she was working on it, and her ass and legs could do with a few more hundred squats. He had told her that she was sexy and beautiful to him, and while he had never lied to her even when it would have been so much simpler to do so, she had to wonder if she really was as sexy in his eyes. "You are such a sexy little slave," he told her as he reached down to pinch her nipple, hard. She moaned at the pleasure, heat pooling between her thighs. Leaning down, he gave her another searing kiss as his hand trailed down her body slowly. His fingers lightly caressed her pussy lips, barely touching her, as his tongue stroked hers. She moaned into his mouth and wanted desperately to lift her hips up to his fingers. She lay perfectly still, however. She knew that if she moved he would be displeased with her and she hated disappointing her master. "Good girl," he praised as she kept still for him. He rewarded her by thrusting two fingers deep in her cunt making her bite her lip to keep from crying out with pleasure. He continued thrusting his fingers in and out of her and brought his other hand to her breast to pinch her nipple, her moans getting louder for him. Suddenly he pulled his fingers from her, leaving her pussy empty and craving more. She swallowed the plea for more that hovered at the tip of her tongue and waited for his order. She knew that he would bring her to climax, he always did. He brought them to her lips and she opened her mouth expectantly. She knew what was expected of her and, as he shoved his fingers in her mouth, she eagerly sucked them clean. "Good little slave," moaned her master. Removing his fingers from her mouth, he walked to stand between her legs and slowly started removing his shirt and tie. She loved his body, loved the look and feel of his muscled chest and arms. She adored his powerful legs, as well as what hung between them. She loved running her fingers through his chest hair as they lay cuddled in bed, her leg thrown over his and his arm wrapped around her pinning her to his side. In her eyes, he was perfection personified and she never tired of admiring him. She had expected him to thrust his hard cock into her, but instead he lightly ran his finger over her slit. "Don't cum slave, not yet," he ordered as he leaned down. Latching on to her clit, he sucked it into his mouth as he thrust his fingers into her again. She cried out with pleasure, her hips thrusting up. He suddenly nipped at her already sensitive clit, warning her to stay still, and removed his wet and sticky fingers from her cunt. She felt him pressing at her ass hole and tried to relax her tense muscles to accommodate him. He slowly pressed one finger into her, easing it in and out of her puckered hole gently while he nibbled, licked, and sucked at her pussy. She was so very close to cumming, but held it back. She would cum when he ordered, as a good slave should. He knew she was close, her body was trembling with pleasure and he lifted his head to look at her, his lips wet with her juice. "Not yet Little One," he said firmly. Removing his finger from her ass he held his hand out. "Sit up slave." Taking his hand in hers, she sat up. He lifted her effortlessly and sat down in one of the chairs around the table, impaling her with his rigid cock as she straddled him. He moaned at the feel of her pussy clenching his dick, pulling him in as deep as he would go. She groaned as he filled her, her pussy was on fire and the pleasure was almost too much for her. "Don't cum slave!" He ground out between clenched teeth as he lifted her ass and roughly brought her back down on his cock, filling her over and over again. She was arching her back, grinding her hips against him each time he slammed her down on him, sending jolts of pleasure through her. "What are you?" He questioned roughly. "Your cum slave, Master," she groaned. "Who owns you slave?" "You, only you Master!" "That's right slave, ONLY me!" He said firmly as he fucked her hard and fast, claiming her as his and his alone. "Are you ready to cum on my cock, slave?" "Oh yes Master! Please!" She begged. "1...2...3... You are MY slave!" He said, nibbling on her neck. "4...5...6...7 Little One...8...9..." She was so ready to cum for him! "10! Cum for me slave!" He ordered as he thrust up into her hard and fast. She was bucking against him, screaming with pleasure as her orgasm tore through her. The pleasure was too much, she couldn't take it! She felt him pinch her sensitized clit and her orgasm grew stronger, more intense. He continued to fuck her hard as she came on his cock, her muscles contracting around him. "Cum hard Little One! Don't stop cumming for me!" He ordered as he slammed into her drenching pussy. "1...2...3...4...5...6...7..." She felt his cock twitching in her pussy as he shot his hot, creamy load deep in her. "8...9...10... Stop Little One. Stop cumming." He whispered as he pulled her close to him, both of them spent. He held her tight as she tried to calm her breathing, his cock still deep in her. She could feel his breath on her neck, his racing heart beat against her breast. She smiled slightly, pleased in the knowledge that she had brought him pleasure. She sighed happily and snuggled closer to him, content to just sit there with him for the moment. She woke with a start to an empty bed, her thighs soaking wet and her pussy begging for attention. Fucking hell, she thought with aggravation. It was just a damn dream!!! Lying there, alone and horny, she longed for the day when she would finally serve her master. Soon, very soon, she thought as she lay there, alone and so very horny.