0 comments/ 15673 views/ 3 favorites In Chains By: SawyerAnne82 I have been serving the Admiral as his sexual submissive for about 9 months. One of the best things about the Admiral is that he encourages me to share fantasies and he is quite willing to help make some of them come true. So one evening after a particularly intense session, he asked me if I had a fantasy he could use for our next encounter. "Actually, Sir, there is one. It was a scene on the show True Blood." He started to roll his eyes at me and I quickly said, "No vampires were involved! It was a very hot bondage kind of scene." I proceeded to describe it to him and he looked very interested. "Well, baby girl, it will take a little planning and arranging, but I think I can work with that." And so a few weeks later, I knelt on the floor in the position the Admiral demanded - face to the floor, my knees spread wide to show him my holes. He snapped on my collar and then put shackle bracelets on my wrists, and I knew my fantasy would happen that night. As was our usual routine, I had a list of infractions to read while I received my punishment for them. Sir's hand cracked across my ass with each item on the list, stinging and leaving a red hand print with each. I had such mixed feelings about my punishments. Mentally I still had a tendency to rebel at the unfairness, but the spankings turned me on and soon my pussy was wet and wanting to be filled. After punishment, Sir moved in front of me, wrapped his hand around my ponytail and pulled my head back. My mouth was open to receive him and he sank his cock into the back of my throat, gagging me as I had to quickly deep throat him. Holding my head still, he fucked my mouth. I kept my lips wrapped tightly and used my tongue against his shaft as he pumped in and out of my mouth. My eyes watered a little from my gag reflex and he slowed his thrusts. He said, "Show me what a good little cock sucker you are, slut," and I went to work on him. I worked his cock with my tongue, finding his most sensitive spots, while one hand cupped his balls, tugging and playing, then grasping the base of his shaft and squeezing in rhythm as I sucked harder. I heard him sigh with pleasure. Giving the Admiral great head is fun for me. He finally released my hair, which was my cue to stop. I slowly released him, allowing the head of his cock to *pop* from between my lips. He reached behind him and brought out a blindfold and tied it around my eyes. I don't normally like the blindfold; I like watching Sir while he dominates me. I like him to see the submission in my eyes while he's feeling it from my body. But the blindfold was part of my scenario. He lifted me to my feet and led me to the edge of the bed to sit. He said "Spread your legs, slut," and I spread them wide, moving my ass just to the edge of the bed. I leaned back on my elbows because I knew what was coming. Then I felt him pinching my nipples, which instantly hardened beneath his touch. He put the clamps on me and said "Do not move. Every time you move or twitch, this will happen," and I felt a little shock of electricity hit my nipples. Oh my god! It was such a feeling. I can have mini orgasms just from nipple play. This could definitely drive me over the edge. I felt Sir push my thighs a little bit wider and then his tongue lightly flicked across my clit. Without thinking I shivered and *zap* the electricity hit my nipples. The Admiral knows exactly how to use his mouth and tongue to drive me into a frenzy and he was bringing his best to the table tonight. Every time I twitched or shivered or ground my hips against him, *zap* another pulse hit my nipples. Between the sensation of Sir's tongue and the electric nipple clamps, I was lost. I moaned, deeply, loudly, and a wave of orgasms hit me. Sir continued to torture me as I came again. He pulled away and took my hands, raising me to standing. He moved me away from the bed and I felt him threading something through the rings on the shackle bracelets. Then he lifted my hands above my head and hooked them to a chain suspended from the ceiling. He raised the chain, pulling my arms taut above my head, causing me to raise up slightly on the balls of my feet. This was my fantasy sex scene from the show; in the first episode, Jason fucked Maudette Pickens rough and hard from behind while she was blindfolded and suspended from a chain. It had turned me on when I watched the show and now the Admiral was going to do the same to me. But what I felt next wasn't his cock pushing into my cunt. Instead, I felt him trail leather thongs from my shoulder down to my ass. "You'll get your fantasy fuck, slut, but not just yet." And he snapped the flogger against my ass. I whimpered; it stung. Then he trailed the leather up and down my leg, only to snap it again against the back of my thighs. He alternated this, stroking me with the leather and then flogging me lightly. He varied the pattern. Then I felt him pull the leather over my pussy. He lightly flicked me and then the handle of the flogger pushed between my pussy lips. He worked it into me, fucking me with the handle. "You like that, don't you, slut?" When I didn't answer, he slapped my breasts hard and said, "Answer me, whore!" "Yes, Sir. I like it, Sir." "What do you want, slut?" "I want you to fuck me, Sir." "Beg for it, slut. Tell me what a big whore you are." A groan escaped my lips. He continued to work me with the leather handle and I couldn't help but rock my hips with it. "Please, Sir. Fuck me. I need your cock, Sir. I am a big whore and I need to be fucked, rough and hard. I need your cock in my cunt, Sir. Please." "Good girl," he replied and he pulled the handle out. I felt his hands grasp my ass and pull my cheeks apart. The tip of his cock rested against my pussy lips and I tilted forward a little and said, "Give it to me Sir, please, now!" He slammed his cock into my cunt, pushing deep into me until he hit my cervix. He slowly pulled back and then slammed into me again. "Is this how you want it, slut?" he demanded. "Oh god, YES! YES!!" I yelled, as he fucked me hard. He was rough, shoving deep inside and slamming against me. I would have bruises the next day, but I didn't care. I was completely immobile, hanging from that chain. All my focus was on how good it felt as he fucked me harder, faster, his hips pistoning back and forth, his hands gripping my hips so hard that I could feel his fingers pushing on my bones. "Whose whore are you?" he demanded as he worked me over. "I'm your whore, SIR!" I moaned. "Are you going to cum for me, slut?" he asked. "Oh...god...YEEESSSS!" I screamed as I came so hard, my hips pumping against him. I was crying with the release of it. Blindfolded, hanging from a hook, being fucked hard and dirty...this was what I wanted, what I needed, and what the Admiral gave to me. And then he came, his cock swelling a little bigger and then exploding, filling my cunt with hot juice. He continued to thrust in and out of me for a couple minutes as his own orgasm rolled through him. Then I felt him lean against my back, his arms wrapping around me as both of us tried to slow our breathing. Finally I felt him pull out, and reached up to unhook my arms. I sank to the floor; my legs were rubber and I was so overwhelmed by the experience. I just curled up into a ball, hugging my knees and sobbing. He was immediately there, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his chest. He rocked me and whispered soothing words. I hadn't ever gone into sub-space quite like this. The electric shocks, the fantasy come true...all of it. When he felt that I wasn't shaking anymore, he asked "Are you okay, baby girl? Was it too much? Why didn't you use your safe word?" I smiled up at him. "I didn't need the safe word, Sir. It wasn't too much. It was perfect." In Chains for Master I lay still, facing the wall as instructed. It was well past the time He said He would arrive. A test to see if I would obey. I did, I promise I didn't move. I heard the car stop outside and He took his time coming in. The bedroom door was closed, and I could hear His movements throughout the house. I wondered to myself what He was doing out there. I remained still and quiet and tried to control my breathing. I'd been nervous for three days. I was beginning to get scared. I'd been wet for three days. The mental torture was something He enjoyed inflicting. Not knowing whether to keep my eyes open or to close them to try and relax, my choice was irrelevant. He entered the room and at His timing, reached out to me unexpectedly and pulled me out of the bed by the hair. I struggled to follow His lead but it was confusing because I was being pulled so violently. I was positioned against the edge of the bed, feet on the floor, legs apart, with my body resting on the edge of the mattress. "Don't fucking open your eyes. Close them and keep them closed. Understand slut? Don't you fucking move." The cuffs and chains came from nowhere. The sound of the chains still resonates in my mind. The chains wrapped around the legs of the bed and connected to my ankles. My wrists were cuffed and my neck was collared and chained above me. I struggled to keep myself in position. My feet were on the floor but my neck was chained to far away. I felt like I would either choke or like my legs would collapse under me. He kept spreading my legs further apart. My cuffed wrists left my hands in the perfect position to hold onto my neck chain and to try and stop myself from choking. Then He left me there telling me not to move and to keep my eyes closed. When He decided to return, He tied a blindfold around my eyes and then left me again. I couldn't be sure but I thought He was smoking. He returned and said nothing. Instead he used His riding crop to whip my arse until I was screaming out. Perhaps a little too loudly. He ran something cold and sharp along my body. "Know what this is you fucking slut?" I could only moan. After playing with it, He took the knife and cut the clothes from my body. Gagging me with my underwear, He then stuck the handle of the knife inside me and played with it for a while. The whipping went on at His discretion, combined with the slapping, which He has always enjoyed. He poured hot wax over the welts on my arse. The burning was close to being unbearable. He played with other things, which He chose to push so far into me that this, combined with the whipping, was finally what broke me. The sound of the chains were so loud. The blindfold began to soak up the tears that escaped from my eyes. I was still screaming into my gag when He decided to change the location of His toy. He was kind enough to lubricate the area first which was unusual for Him. Eventually, I surrendered and lay still as He took me and then continued to hurt me. I can't be sure but I believe the shaking in my body must have been quite intense. He knew He could do whatever He wanted now. He instructed me to climb on top of the bed then and to lie on my back. It was quite difficult given that I was still chained up. I couldn't imagine what else He could do to me. My cuffed hands in front of my body stretched out to protect myself, not that I needed it at this point. My Master was done... for now. He unchained my legs and neck, took off my cuffs and kissed me on the mouth before removing my blindfold. The tears kept coming and I couldn't seem to stop my body from shaking or from trying to protect itself even though no threat existed. He calmed me down, but it took some time. My arse is more bruised than it has ever been. Sitting down is still difficult. A number of my dreadlocks are need of repair due to the hair pulling, but, hey... While the pain was intense, the surrender and submission were necessary. My body still craves Him. My minds still desires Him. I'm curious to find out what happens now. I don't think He understands that my submission is complete because I want to be His. I'm fucked now.