1 comments/ 18659 views/ 3 favorites Learning My Place By: untamedvixxxen I do not write much in BDSM because I am still so new at it. Constructive comments are appreciated. I've been staring at the blank page for almost 20 minutes, watching the cursor flash – taunting me to write something with its impatient twitch. I'm almost scared to put it down in black and white – the dark, socially taboo feelings I've been having. But, without the admission of it, how else can I move on to accepting it? I want to be a submissive woman. There, I said it. Out there now for all its worth. I want to have a man dominate me, humiliate me and bring me to a place of inner peace and love I've never felt before. What a contradiction in terms - love/control, humiliation/peace. But even with the little experience I've had in experimenting with it, I know it's there and I know it's what makes me a better person in my everyday life. It doesn't mean my stomach wasn't in fantastic knots tonight, waiting for him to return. Part of the excitement of submission is the anticipation of the entire act. I am at my most submissive during sexual play, but that doesn't mean there isn't a demand of respect at all times, for both of us. I respect him because of who he is, and he respects me by allowing me to serve and please him. Not every woman can do this. It takes an incredibly strong woman to submit to the natural order of things, and admit and act on her overwhelming desire to serve. I am an independent woman in most areas of my life, a control freak in some ways, but with him – I am his possession, his whore; and I operate at his will. It is one of the most liberating feelings I have ever had in my life. I do not have to pretend to "have it all together" when I am with him. I simply obey his commands and supply his needs. Sometimes, it's the mundane things; watching me scrub his dishes, prepare his dinner, or have his laundry clean. But most of the time it's being his sexual slave; his pet, his dirty little slut. Tonight was the latter, and I was prepared for him to arrive. Showered, shaved smooth, an application of coconut lotion, just enough where he will be able to inhale it only if he's close. He had instructed me to wear nothing but a black thong, be on my knees when he arrives, hands behind my head. I would greet him gently, a simple, "hello, sir" when he walked in, but would participate in no other conversation until he allowed it. I never know what he will do. It's always possible he won't respond and leave me on my knees while he has dinner, or he could lay me down and fuck me on the floor in the foyer. Whatever he chooses at any time, I will submit and I will thank him for it. He was late tonight. I stayed in position for at least an hour before he sauntered in the door. My body was stiff; my knees ached from being pressed onto the wood floor. But, I dared not speak about it. It was not my place to question him or even wonder why he left me for so long. All I was required to do was wait in the manner he had ordered me to. "Hello, sir." I kept my head down and my eyes low. "Hello, love." He removed his jacket and threw it on the arm of the couch. "You're almost in perfect position, but please spread your legs a little wider." It was almost excruciating trying to move my knees, but there would be no excuse for disobedience. I slowly opened my legs more, becoming aware of the heaviness of my swollen cunt. "That's better, pet. Back straight, please." My spine cracked as I pushed out my chest. "I know you're still learning, and you almost had it right. So, I will reserve punishment for now. Look down and see where your knees are." I did. "This is where you should be when I come home. I will not spank you for your forgetfulness tonight, but I want you to remember. You want to remember, don't you?" I nodded. "Answer me appropriately." His voice tensed. "Yes, sir." "Excellent. You will stay here until you are sure you remember." Oh God, no. Please don't leave me here much longer. I hurt. My knees feel like they will break, my back is in so much pain and my arms feel like jello. Please just let me up. These were thoughts, never spoken words. The thought crossed my mind to release myself when I heard the shower turn on, but the act of disrespecting him – even if he doesn't know, made me shudder. I would take it. Remain in my position until he graciously allowed me to change it. The room grew dark from the night sky before the shower finally turned off. I half expected him to return immediately to rescue me, but he didn't. The silence was almost eerie. There had been the familiar sound of the sink running, the spray of cologne, drawers opening and shutting and then nothing. Had he gone to bed? Had he forgotten about me? Was he going to leave me here all night with my legs spread, my arms behind my head and my pussy dripping? He said he would not punish me. I felt anger build inside of me. How dare he? How dare he leave me on this cold floor in pain? Tears welled in my eyes. I tried to distinguish it from being pain, or disappointment or just plain being mad, but before I could sort it out, the doorbell rang, much to my surprise. He emerged from the bedroom, dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt. He didn't even look at me as he walked past. He opened the door, and I stayed on my knees knowing anybody who glanced my way could see me naked and humiliated. "Hey, Brian, glad you could make it." Michael shook his hand and led him in. I remained motionless as they stood before me, looming over me. "What's going on here?" Brian was aware of our lifestyle, but had never participated before. He, himself had a sub and one day, I knew Michael would share me with them. But not now, not yet. I could feel myself turning red from embarrassment. "She's learning her position." They spoke about me as if I wasn't in the room. "I see." "The game is about to start. Come on in and make yourself at home." Brian strode past me to the couch. Michael turned to me. "Be a good slut and turn so we can see you if we choose to. I will call on you later." He patted me on the head and joined his friend. I turned slowly, allowing them a straight view. "Wider, Eve. Open your legs so you can feel the breeze flow to you cunt." I did so with no argument. The game seemed to last forever and they were barely entering into half time. I honestly didn't know how much more I could stand. Relief finally came when Michael spoke to me. "Love?" "Yes, sir?" My voice was weak. "Be a good girl, get up and serve us. Snacks and drinks." "Thank you, sir." And I meant it. I managed to get my broken body into a standing position and was sure my knees would buckle as I put my weight into my legs. They ignored me as I went past them and into the kitchen. I hadn't prepared for a guest. I would be punished for sure. I should always be prepared for whatever Michael demanded. I rummaged through the pantry looking for anything acceptable. Just tortilla chips wouldn't do. To my relief, I had planned on making him a Mexican dish the next night and had all the right ingredients to make a quick batch of salsa. When I was finished, I took two cold beers, opened them and took all of it to them. I stood before them, still in my thong and handed them their treat. "That's it?" Michael was not pleased. "Sir, I- " Michael stood and pulled me to him. In one motion, he sat back down and laid me over his lap. Five smacks to my ass. Each one harder than before. "Talking back to me is unacceptable. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir." I said into his lap. "Stand up." I did. "Now go make us something acceptable. And remove your thong." "Yes, sir. Thank you." "Good girl." I walked back into the kitchen and heard them laughing and talking. I removed my thong, leaving myself completely vulnerable. Thankfully, being the hostess of many parties I was able to make one of Michael's favorite appetizers with what I had. Why hadn't I just done that first? I returned, naked, and began to put the food in front of them. "Not like that, Eve." "Sir?" "Turn around and then bend over to the table." I turned my back to the men and bent over, my pussy completely exposed to them. "Stay that way for a minute." Michael took his finger and ran it down my slit. "See, Brian, that's a nice pussy." "I can see that. May I?" "Of course." Brian repeated the same motion, but pausing to insert his finger inside of me. As he removed it, I heard a small suckling noise, and his comment, "She tastes good, too." "Have some more." Michael offered me to him. Without any warning, Brian thrusted two fingers inside of me. I gasped. He took them from me and put them back into his mouth. Michael spoke. "We could eat appetizers, or we could just eat her. Your choice." "Not tonight." Brian responded. "Had pussy for lunch." Michael laughed, and Brian did in turn. Michael addressed me again. "Go on slut. Bring us another beer and then go the bedroom. Lay on your back, legs spread, pussy ready for me when I'm done." "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." I did exactly as he told me to do. I waited on my back through another hour of cheers and whistles from the TV. I heard the front door squeak open and then the familiar silence returned. It had been hours since Michael returned home, and I was still as wet as I was waiting for him on my knees. I wanted to touch myself, to relieve the pressure on my cunt, but I knew that would be deceitful and the punishment would be unbearable. He waited another hour before he came for me, and found me exactly as he had ordered me to be. "Very good girl." "Thank you sir." "Is your pussy wet?" "Yes, sir." "Did it feel good to have Brian's finger inside you?" He taunted me knowing I would struggle with the answer. "Yes, sir." It barely managed to escape my lips. "Because why?" "Because I'm a whore, sir." "Yes. Yes, you are. A dirty slut who likes another man's fingers deep inside your cunt." "Yes, sir." "Say it." "I am a dirty slut who likes another man's fingers deep inside my cunt." "Get on your stomach, ass high in the air." I immediately flipped over and did as he said. I heard him go to the closet and I knew he was coming back with his tools. The first strike hit me right across the back of the thigh, the second square on my ass. "You like it?" "Yes, sir." He smacked me again, the straps from the flogger stinging into my flesh. "Thank you sir." "You're welcome, whore. On your knees, on the floor." I scooted off the bed and went back into position. On my knees, hands behind my head, back straight. "Very good girl. You are pleasing me very much." "Thank you sir." "So much so, I will allow you to suck my cock." "Thank you." The thought of his cock in my mouth made me excrete more juices from my cunt. "But first..." He picked up a clamp and then my right breast. Then my left breast. He viciously attached them to my nipples causing me to wince and cry out in pain. "Do you trust me?" "Yes, sir." "You honor me Eve." "Thank you, sir." He tugged on the chain that held the clamp so that I inched closer to him. He unbuttoned his pants. "You may suck me now." I didn't even have time to thank him, I hungered for his cock. I pulled it from his pants and ravished him. My mouth hot and wet sucking on him, taking as much as I could until I gagged. He continued to tug on the chain, causing me to whimper, but I never released him. I wanted to taste him. I wanted him to fill my mouth with his hot, thick cum. I wanted to swallow it and clean up his shaft and balls if I needed to. I continued to work his cock furiously, using my hand to stroke him at the same time. I tasted his pre-cum, and lapped at it like a hungry kitten. I only broke free to suck on his balls and lick the line between his ass and his shaft. With his cock in my mouth, and my hands moving from it to his balls, he grabbed a fistful of hair and slammed me into him. He held my head tight as he fucked my mouth, same as he would a tight pussy. Thrusting hard into my throat, ignoring my yelps as I gagged when he moved in too far. He turned me so that my head was against the bed, and fucked my hole with no regret. This continued to where I almost thought I would lose air, but I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the assault he was giving me, and by my moans, he knew it. "You hungry cunt. You wonderful slut. I will allow you to swallow me tonight." The words excited me. I worked harder on taking more of him inside my mouth, and his hips moved faster in their thrusting. I heard him, the tell tale sign he was about to explode as his balls tightened in my hand. It was glorious. The rush of his liquid escaping from the tiny hole on the head of his cock and into my mouth, filling it full of the gift he gave me. I held it for a moment to taste it, swishing it slightly around my mouth. As he pulled himself from me, I swallowed it, lavishing in how it felt as it trickled into my throat. I looked up at him with happy eyes. "Thank you sir." "You're welcome, pet." I had pleased him. I was ecstatic inside. "Back on the bed slut. Legs open – wide. Hold your pussy back." One thing I loved about Michael was his ability to get hard again almost immediately. If he wanted me to suck him off again and again and again, I'd do it. But asking me to lie on my back and open my legs for him gave me a thrill unlike any other. I pulled back my pussy so he could inspect it, fingers in and out, making sure I was still wet. And, I was. Dripping, soaking wet. He jammed his fingers into my mouth making me taste myself, the same taste Brian had experienced only hours before. I licked at his fingers. "Brian liked it. He told me later he wants to bring Kim over to join us." "Yes, sir." "Would you like to lick pussy?" He knew I had never been with another woman before. "Yes, sir." "I know you do. You're a cum slut, any cum...male or female." "Yes, sir. I'm a cum slut." He reached down between my legs again, noticing my pussy was considerably wetter. "Good girl." He moved on top of me, jamming his chest up against the clamps and thrusted himself inside of me. His cock was thick and it took up all of my pussy. I felt him growing as he slammed into me over and over. I felt an orgasm rising inside of me. My moans alerted him. "Do not cum, slut. You do not have permission." "Sir, I can't control it. Would you allow me to regain my composure?" He stopped moving, but stayed inside of me. I could feel the pulse of his dick inside of my womb. I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths. "Thank you, sir. I am ready for you to continue using me now." And he did. He fucked me hard, fast and with one mission – to fill my pussy with his cum. "What is your pussy for?" "To be full of your cum, sir." "Good girl. You're a very good slut for me." He threw himself into me ten more times before he exploded inside of me again. "May I cum sir?" "Not tonight." He rolled off of me and pulled on his pants. I wanted to argue. My pussy was swollen and aching. "Up you go, love." I stood and waited for instruction. "Back to the foyer." My shoulders fell, my jaw dropped and I sighed heavily. Michael pulled the chain and led me back to where I started. My tits were beginning to burn. "I do this for your benefit. For your instruction. Someday, you will be better than good. You will be an excellent slut and I will be proud of you. Back on your knees. Hands behind your head, back straight. Make sure you have your legs the right distance apart. When I return home tomorrow night, I expect you to remember, no excuses, no second chances. Focus tonight on where you are and your form. And do not forget I do this for you. You want to please me, don't you?" "Yes sir." "Then down you go." I resumed my position. "Very good girl." "Thank you sir. For using me. And for teaching me." "You're welcome, cunt." He turned and walked away, and within minutes I could hear his breathing turn to sleep. I stayed in the foyer all night, in my position, never once releasing my arms or moving my legs. His cum dripped out of me and onto the floor, and it would be expected that I would lick it up in the morning. I would do it, because I would be an excellent slut and that pleased him. My heart was full. Learning My Place Marriage is work, and after 12 years I had grown bored and tired of the same old sex with my husband. I needed something to excite me. Make me feel alive again. This is my story. I grew bored with my housewife life. I had gone to college, worked at a Nationally known Fortune 500 company and was very successful. We had been naive and agreed that I would stay home with the twins after they were born. It did not take long for me to feel like my brain turned to mush and I was disposable. I had laid the twins down for a nap after a difficult time breastfeeding them both. My breasts ached and nipples were extremely sore and it felt so unnatural watching them suckle me as my pussy would get hot and wet. I went to my bedroom and locked the door just in case my husband came home early from work. I slipped off my shorts and panties and took off my top and nursing bra. I admired how large my breasts had become and how quickly my body had returned to its slim shape after giving birth 3 months ago. I began to squeeze my aching tits and the pain only made my pussy wetter. I picked up my phone and dialed a local dating service that was free and often had men who would indulge in phone sex. I needed the extra attention of a man since my husband had barely touched me in the last 6 months. I placed my recorded greeting and waited for a message. It didn't take long before a gentleman asked if I would like to talk. I agreed to talk privately with him on the line and waited for his call to be connected. He had a dreamy voice, deep and commanding. He asked me what I looked like and I told him I was 5 ft 4, 110 lbs, long blonde hair and tanned. I was physically fit and lactating. He was turned on that I was dripping milk as we talked and I continued to grope and grab my swollen tits. He told me he would like to suck on my tits, taste my milk and fuck. I masturbated, getting lost in his voice and enjoying the release. He did not cum but asked if I would be on tomorrow at the same time. I agreed and said good bye. I quickly showered and began to prepare dinner. I thought about his voice and how he wanted to suck on my swollen, aching tits. When I fed the twins just after dinner it was very difficult for me to keep my mind from wandering to his voice. This went on for several weeks. We would have our daily calls during the work-week and he would talk me to orgasm, telling me what to do, what he wanted to do and how he wanted to suck my tits. His voice was almost intoxicating, he quickly picked up on the fact that I was very horny and needed male attention. After about two weeks he began to change his tone slightly, using more descriptive words while we talked, calling me his "dirty little whore" and telling me to rub my "filthy cunt". This only excited me more. One Friday during our conversation, he asked me if I would do something for him. I replied quickly, without thinking "Of course, anything!" "I want you to meet me Monday afternoon, find a sitter meet me at the Hotel on the corner of Fannin and Main, 1 PM exactly." I was speechless, and excited, I told him I would meet him and he said he would be in a suit with a dozen red roses and quickly hung up Thoughts flooded my head. What was I doing? Was I setting myself up to be murdered? Was I really going to have an affair?? I called my sister and asked her to watch the twins, telling her I had a follow up doctor appointment Monday. The weekend passed slowly as I anticipated meeting my caller. We had never even exchanged names. This is the most exciting thing and most dangerous thing I have ever done. I must be crazy. It must be hormones. Maybe I should see a doctor!! Monday came and I started to get ready for our meeting. I showered and dresses in a light-weight blue dress that showed my curves and was a little tight across the chest as most of my clothes were. I had already pumped breast milk for the twins earlier to take to my sisters and I was already aching again. I slid the breast pads into my bra to avoid any accidents and got ready to go. After dropping the twins, I drove downtown to meet my caller. As I entered the lobby of the hotel there were several gentlemen in there wearing suits. None of them had flowers. I thought that I had been set up, or stood up. Maybe he was here and spying on me and I wasn't good enough for him. I turned to walk back towards the door and a very handsome black gentleman bumped into me and apologized. I told him, I was sorry, I was distracted and he asked why. I told him I was supposed to meet someone here and plans had changed. The gentleman said "That is a shame that someone would do that to a dirty whore like you". I was shocked!! He said that out loud! Someone could have heard him call me that! Not to mention, I instantly got wet at his words. Once I caught my breath, and composure he handed me a dozen roses. I blushed and he took my hand as we walked towards the hotel room. As soon as we entered the room, he sat me down on the bed and began to tell me he was a Dominant man who was married to a woman who was no longer interested in sex and needed a woman like me in his life. He explained that he would never harm me or put me in danger. He only wished to enhance my life and bring me pleasure by indulging in both of our fantasies. He was very articulate and his voice was more intoxicating in person that I had imagined. "Do you want to me my filthy whore and live out these fantasies?" Yes!! I said with out hesitation. Then take off your clothes. I want to get started with you right away. As I unbuttoned my dress, I thought of how his dark skin would look next to my own. I also wondered if black men really were more endowed than white men. I was about to find out! He told me to lay on the bed on my back and I did as I was told. He explained he would be rough and call me names. He told me he would be my drug and I would become addicted. I giggled and he slapped my left breast. I quickly straightened up and he reminded me I was his whore now, I can leave anytime I want but I was to do as I was told. He also explained that if I ever left, I could not come back. Ever. "Yes Sir" was my reply. He smiled at me and told me to slide down the bed away from the headboard. He straddled my head and put his cock in my face. It had been a while since I had sucked a cock and I had never sucked a black cock before. It was larger that any I had ever seen. It filled my mouth and throat as he pushed in further in. I had difficulty breathing and gagged a few times and noticed that his cock got harder when I did. He pushed his cock deep and held in in my throat testing to see how long I could hold it while it blocked my airway, I did my best to breath through my nose but he quickly grabbed my nose and pinched, cutting off my air completely. I gagged and twisted my body on the bed, trying to free myself from his huge cock. He lowered his body down further on my head holding me in place and violently fucked my throat as tears began to well up in my eyes and my face began to change colors. As quickly as it started, it stopped. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and I was able to breathe again. He did not say a word as I laid there gasping for air, trying to regain composure. Once my breathing was back to normal he pulled me further to the edge of the bed with me head hanging off and slapped me in the face with his beautiful black cock. "Will you be my whore" he asked. "Yes Sir" I replied and opened my mouth for more. He rammed his cock violently into my mouth as if he were fucking a pussy. His hand wrapped around my neck and he commanded me to rub my clit as he fucked my mouth. I was soaked and so close to an orgasm as I rubbed my swollen clit and rocked my hips to meet his thrusts into my mouth. He moved his hands from my neck to my breasts and pinched and pulled at my nipples, working the around and causing some light pain. I was trying not to cum yet and wanted to enjoy the attention my new black lover was giving me as he pulled his right hand back and began repeatedly slapping my milk-swollen tits while he fucked my throat deeper. I wanted to scream but with his cock down down my throat the only sounds I made were more primal, almost like an animal. Blow after blow landing on my tits made them ache more than ever before. Milk began dripping from my nipples and it only made him harder in my throat. He stopped slapping my tits only for a second as he wrapped his hands around my throat again and squeezed tightly cutting off my air once again and I could feel his cock explode down my throat, filling my mouth and throat. He pulled out quickly and pushed me back onto the bed, and straddled me once more. "I'm nowhere near through with you, cunt. Lick my ass." I did as I was told and began to lick his black ass hole. He lowered himself down onto my face and began slapping my tits again. Oh my god he must love to torture me. I could picture what it would look like to someone if there were watching. A very tall, handsome black man beating the breasts of a small thin white woman while she is tongue fucking his ass. The visual excited me. The idea of being used and owned by a black man turned me on so much. I happily licked and slid my tongue in and out of his tight asshole while he moved from slapping my tits to slapping my dripping cunt. His cock was hard again and he told me to get on all fours and he slid his cock up my cunt from behind. He grabbed me by my blonde hair and leaned down to whisper in my ear "You are my fuck-hole from now on. I own you" With one last thrust of his cock, I came all over him, dripping down my leg and covering his shaft. "Good girl. Same time next week." He said. To be continued...