4 comments/ 22171 views/ 1 favorites My Surrender By: sweetbabz The freedom of my car felt good. It was no convertible – but with the windows open and the sun setting I could not feel better. It had been a rough day. Matt was driving me nuts. With only three weeks to our wedding we were both feeling stressed. I had to escape tonight. I took a road I love up through the mountains. I keep my love of this road my own little secret. The views are heavenly, but the road isn't paved and it dead ends after about seventeen winding miles. Few use this road except for those who have build get-a-ways to flee the city. The storm last night left the road particularly bumpy and I found myself slowing down rather than driving with the wild abandon I usually enjoyed. Then it happened - the one event that would change the course of my life more than I ever could have predicted. I got a flat tire. My heart sank at the thought of having to call Matt to bale me out of this mess. I wasn't ready to face him again yet but I had little choice so I reached for my bag to get my cell phone. My bag wasn't there. Had I left the apartment in such a hurry that I didn't even bring my purse? My only option was to change the tire myself. I struggled to use the jack but after 45 minutes of trying to get the car off the ground I had to accept the fact that the either the jack was broken or I didn't have the strength to lift my car off the ground myself. I began to feel desperate when I noticed the house perched directly above me tucked into the trees. With no other options left, I had to ask for help. The door opened almost immediately upon my knock. The man who stood before me took my breath away. He wore jeans but no shirt. He was muscular with tattoos up both arms and had pierced nipples. His skin glistened in the moonlight. I wanted to reach out and run my hands across his chest. I looked up into those dark eyes and I was mesmerized. I stammered, "Uh …I… uh gotta use the phone, I have um… a …flat…" "…tire. Yes, I know I've enjoyed watching you out there for almost an hour. I wondered when you'd break down and ask me for help." He looked at me and smiled a self satisfied smirk blocking the doorway. Arrogant bastard! He was watching me struggle all that time. "Can I please just use your phone?" He moved aside and allowed me to slip past him. As I went by I brushed against his chest. A shiver momentarily seized my body. I was suddenly self-conscious. I knew I looked filthy. My hands were smeared with oily grit. This man seemed to read my mind. "Why don't you clean up a bit, then you can make your call." As I washed up I realized I was shaking ever so slightly. His man had me on edge. When I returned to him I found him in the living room with a bottle of wine and two glasses. "You know sweetheart, there's no need to call anybody. I can fix the flat for you, but let's have a glass of wine first. You look like you could use to relax. My name's Dominic by the way." He leaned over me and rubbed my shoulders and then joined my on the couch. I felt that shiver tear through my body again. What was it about this guy? There was no denying that he had a gorgeous body, but he definitely was not my type. I drank down my glass of wine quickly. He poured me another. We talked about my fiancée and how I had left the apartment to take a drive. He stared into my eyes as he listened. I knew I was drinking too much but somehow I did not want the evening to end. I could have only described him as "disarming". He noticed my eyes scanning his body and he moved toward me. He took my face in his hands and before I could think – he kissed me. I couldn't help myself. I slipped my arms around his neck and pulled him close. His tongue found mine and soon he had enveloped my body in his own. I could feel him growing harder as he rubbed against my thigh. His hand moved up my leg and began ripping at my thong. I was startled. It was as if I was waking from a dream. I pushed him away and ran to the door, but he grabbed me by the shoulders and slammed me back against the wall. I tried to free myself from his grip but he crushed his body against mine and kissed me roughly. I couldn't breathe. With one hand he held firmly on to my hair and with the other he forced up my skirt. He pushed his hands roughly over my pussy. Despite my mounting fear, I knew he would find me wet. I panicked "Stop this, please. Just let me go back to my car". "You want this baby you just have to learn to admit it. Your body can't lie to me. I know your type; you've never been with a man who is not afraid to be a man before, have you? You'll love it. I know how to fuck a woman the way she needs to be fucked." "Let me go!" I tried to kick him, but he forced my head back for another unwelcome kiss. "No" he said plainly, "I've decided to keep you". I swung my arms up and tried to shove him away, but he was far stronger. Keep me? What was he talking about? I couldn't think clearly… I was overwhelmingly sleepy. My last thought was – could he have drugged my wine? Then I lost consciousness. I awoke slowly. My head was pounding as I tried to figure out where I was. I was lying on a bed, naked. There was a sick sticky feeling between my legs, my pussy swollen and burned. My arms ached and I realized they were bound together at the wrists behind my back. My legs were strapped to a bar which forced them about three feet apart. There was an intense pain in my nipples. I sensed something there but it was too dark to see and I was unable to move my hands to find out. My heart pounded with panic. I tried to focus and to piece together how I got there. I remembered driving, getting the flat tire, found a house to make a call, the man. Dominic. At that moment my eyes fell to the corner of the room. He was sitting there silently watching me. A dim light slowly began to shine through the window. It was dawn. I was too frightened to speak. He continued to look at me. His stare bore through me. Finally I whispered, "Are you going to kill me?" "Of course not, I told you last night. I have decided to keep you." His words penetrated my brain slowly. I whimpered, "You can't just keep me. I have to go. People will come looking for me. They'll find my car." He smiled, "No one knows you're here and your car has been removed from the road. As I said, you are mine now. I intend to use you for my own pleasure. You will stay here with me." He moved closer to the bed. "Hmm, as you may have noticed I have pierced your gorgeous nipples to mark you as my own. They are beautiful. "What? No!" I was terrified. I struggled to move and in a fury tried to lunge toward him. He easily stepped aside to avoid attack. "Struggle if you wish. The result will be the same. You will live to serve me and give me pleasure. Nothing else." He spoke with a flat tone like the whole thing bored him. He left the room. I heard a key turning in the lock. I was alone, and locked in. I had a chance to study the room I was in. It seemed to be upstairs. There was one small window – too small for even me to slip through. After what could have been hours I realized that I had no chance of escape being tied the way I was. My mind shifted from fear to anger and finally hopelessness. No one did know I was here. I was completely at his mercy. Finally I heard noises from what must have been Dominic coming up the stairs. He let himself in and sat down in front of me. Still bound I had little chance of moving. Without a word he set to untying my wrists. My relief did not last as he immediately tied them together again, this time in front of me. Dominic lifted me up with no effort and with my feet barely touching the floor he hooked my arms to a chain dangling from the ceiling. His hands slid up my arms, moving slowly across my chest and down to each breast. He cupped my breasts in his hands and toyed with my newly pierced nipples. Licking them softly. "In time I trust you will find pleasure in them as I do." I looked away from him and tried desperately to pull my breasts from his hands. "Don't fight me," he said biting my neck and ear lobe, "You cannot win." Goose bumps rose on my skin at the feel of his hands, touching me, running up and down my belly, my back, my hips and inner thighs. Kissing me firmly on the mouth he smirked, "You like this. I can tell." Then he touched my clit - briefly, quickly, running his fingers over it. Then paying it much more attention he rubbed it until it was fully engorged. I writhed at his touch. He took his hand away and I fought against the impulse to protest. But he saw my reaction and smiled. He moved his fingers to part my swollen lips and gently plunged one finger into my pussy. He slowly started fucking me with his finger. As he increased his rhythm my body responded against my will. Soon I was uncontrollably tossing my thrusting my hips as his fingers pumped me faster and faster. I screamed as I began to cum. But Dominic stopped and asked me again if I was his and would serve him. I was silent. He abruptly left the room. He had brought me to the brink provided me with no release and with my legs spread and my wrists tied there was nothing I could do. I sobbed tears of frustration as I hung chained to the ceiling. Dominic entered the room as the sky was getting dark. He helped me down, untied my arms and released my shackled ankles. I felt numb – physically and emotionally. I did not know what I was feeling – so I did not speak. He held me gently in his arms and offered a drink of water to my lips. After I had drunk he fed me small pieces of apple and cheese and some crackers. He fed me with tenderness and held me on his lap. I dozed in his arms. I was exhausted. He caressed my face and ran his hand gently down my back. There was warmth in his touch - love. He murmured softy, "You have beautiful skin. I regret the welts and the bruises that will form." I looked at him with horror, "What? Oh please don't hurt me." He pushed me off the bed and forced me to the floor. I did not have the strength to fight him. He positioned me on all fours and ran his hand over my ass. "You are being punished for your refusal to admit my ownership." He brought his hand down hard, and I gasped at the stinging pain. "You are being punished for your refusal to serve my needs", another slap. My ass burned and I shed tears for the first time since the ordeal had started as he continued to beat me. "You should feel lucky. I have searched for a long time for someone I thought could give me pleasure." It was then I felt the leather of the whip rub against the skin of my back before he slapped it against me. In reaction, I twisted and arched my back and let out a cry. He held me firmly in place and continued whipping me with fury. Each blow bringing searing pain. I lost count of how many times he struck me. He was proving his unquestioned dominance and I was helpless against him. He paused to rub my sore back and bottom. He moved his fingers deeply into my pussy and to my humiliation he found the wetness there I think he expected. His fingers moving in my pussy provided me with indescribable pleasure. I moved against him, as he set the pace and he watched me as I reached for an orgasm. But he kept it out of reach and left me on the floor. I collapsed in frustration. I assumed he was done with me, but instead he seized my hair and lifted my head to look at him. He stepped back and slowly removed his clothes. First his shirt revealing the strong muscular chest I had wanted to touch so badly the night before, then his shorts. I could not deny my intense attraction to him. A thick and glorious cock already erect and waiting appeared and he shoved it in my face. "You will serve me. Take it and show me you want to please me". I took his cock in my mouth. I wanted it. By this time I craved to taste him. I began to move it up and down slowly savoring the warm flesh, licking over the length of it before I ravenously sucked it down. He pushed in and I swallowed him. My throat stretched as he pummeled me with savage strokes fucking my face. He held my face down denying me the pleasure of watching his orgasm. I drank him willingly. Afterwards he kissed me tenderly on the forehead and left the room, again locking the door behind him. Exhaustion set in and I fell into the bed for sleep. I felt him reach down to me and move my legs apart. I did not stop him. He lowered his head and began to run the tip of his beard up the inside of my thigh. I felt him there but I was not prepared for the touch of his tongue on the tender outer lips of my pussy. I gasped and bucked toward him. Then his tongue slowly delved deeper and licked me freely before working his way up to suck on my clit. It felt incredible. Again I was helpless under his control. A part of me hated him but I didn't want him to ever stop sucking me. A climax built within me and Dominic must have sensed it. He pulled away and looked directly into my eyes. "You want me, don't you? I can see it in your face. Are you ready to give yourself to me completely?" He waited for an answer. Ashamed, I could not give him any answer but "yes". With that he climbed on top of me. I felt the smooth skin of the head of his cock push against my slit. Just the tip slipped inside of my hole, my pussy now soaked. I was dying to feel his cock in me finally, after all this time of pain and hints of pleasure, then surrender, now he was almost in me and I was so close to utter rapture. "Do you want me?" I nodded. "Plead for me, I don't give myself to just any woman to enjoy." I immediately begged, "Please, oh god Dominic fuck me. Please I have to feel you inside me." He had me then. With a jolt I felt his hard cock fill me. He pulled my hips toward him as he pounded me hard. I threw my head back convulsing with pleasure. I burst into an orgasm like none I had ever had before. Every part of my body was alive. I became aware of Dominic's own climax. A deep guttural moan erupted as we rode the waves of delirium. He peered down at me and stated, "You are mine now to use as I desire." I was his now and I couldn't imagine being anything else. My Surrender I stand by the open window feeling the gentle breeze wafting in from the sea as it caresses my skin. I am waiting for you to return to our secret place in the trees, our hideaway, the place we can go to escape the worries of a troubled world. The window is open because it takes up most of the wall and looks out onto the sea and it is always open because in our secret place the weather is always pleasant, only occasionally becoming cool in the evenings. This is sometimes nice because then we build a fire and you hold me in your arms and talk to me of anything and everything. I treasure these nights like fine works of art hung in the gallery of my mind. However, tonight is not one of those nights. Tonight is different. Tonight you have commanded me, as you sometimes do, to wait here for you dressed in the shimmering gauze gown you had made for me so long ago. It hangs luxuriously on my body, caressing every part of me, making me tingle from head to toe. I am anxious tonight because I do not know what you have planned for me. In the past you have come to me in this manner only slightly demanding, occasionally ordering me to do this or that for your pleasure, each time going a bit further in those orders. Tonight you have said you will push me further then you ever have before, a test if you will to see if I can stand up to being your only love and companion through out time. I wonder what you will do this time. I shudder remembering the first time you had me wait for you here. You came in as you usually do, taking me up in your arms and kissing me passionately and deeply. I thrilled to your touch and the delight of having you near me. But you stood back and looked at me disappointedly. I was confused for a moment because you so rarely look at me that way and when you do I strive to please you beyond all things. You shook your head and said, "My love, did you forget to do something?" I looked around to see what I had forgotten. I was dressed appropriately, I had the Champaign set to chill, and I had the music you requested. Everything looked fine to me and then I noticed your gaze sweep across the bed. I had forgotten to turn down the sheets as you like for me to do. "I am sorry; I was so excited for you to be here it must have slipped my mind." I said as I smiled into your eyes. "Be that as it may, you were careless and disobedient. You must be punished so that you do not forget to mind my orders." You said this with such love in your voice that I was immediately ashamed of my forgetfulness and truly felt that I needed to me reprimanded for my crime. "Now, go over to the bed and place your hands on it, bending at the waist and make sure your feet are planted firmly apart, we don't want you falling." I did as you asked, not sure what it was that you meant to do. I felt you walk up behind me, slowly and with purpose. I jumped as you reached out a hand and caressed my ass ever so lovingly. "Now you mustn't move or try to get away, if you do I will have to increase your punishment and you don't want that do you?" I shook my head and replied, "No." At this you said, "From now on when you are here at my request you will address me as Milord. Do you understand?" "Yes Milord." I answered as reverently as I could. I was beginning to understand that this was not play as it had been before; there was earnestness in you that I had never seen. Then without further discussion you brought your hand down hard on my ass and I yelped in surprise and pain. As I was still reeling from the first blow you planted another one on the opposite side and it hurt just as much as the first but was not as surprising allowing me to take it better. My first instinct was to run and get away, but as my mind looked for an escape I realized that I anticipating the next blow with delight. I was confused by this, I shouldn't like this but I did. As you hit me again, a little harder this time, I realized that my pussy was becoming wet and even though there were tears streaming down my cheeks now, I loved the feeling of your hand on my skin and the heat your blows were creating not only on my ass but in my pussy as well. Ten times you plied your hand to me and ten times I cried out in pain/ecstasy. What was coming over me? I found myself on my knees in front of you with my hands behind my back, looking at your face and hoping that I had pleased you. "You did very well for your first time kitten. But you must learn to take a punishment with more dignity. But you did very will indeed. Now you must show me how much you want to please me." "Yes Milord," was my reply. With that you unbuttoned your pants and took out your throbbing cock. It was red and pulsing from being constrained while you administered my punishment. "Suck it and show me how you want to please me." I slowly bent forward and took your hard cock in my mouth, slowly taking the entire length up to the base, opening my throat the way you like it. I began to move my head back and forth slowly each time allowing your cock to enter and rape my throat opening. I glanced up and you were gazing at me with the most love I had ever seen in your eyes. From that moment on I decided that I would do what ever you wanted, if only I could see that look in your eyes everyday. As I contemplated this you began to thrust harder into my throat, making me open to the fullest extent to accept your throbbing manhood. I was determined to please you no matter what, so I began sucking your cock in earnest. Faster and faster you pumped, holding my head in your hands and grasping my hair in your fingers. My pussy was becoming wetter by the second because I was pleasing you and I knew you would soon cum because of my ministrations and with one final deep thrust you released your seed into my throat, holding my head down on your cock until I was gasping for breath. That was the beginning for me. That was the night I became your slave in everyway. That night held other pleasures but that first was in the back of my mind for days and weeks after and as I stand here I wonder what you could be planning for me this evening. I shiver at the thought as I stroll over to the bed and fold up the covers. To be continued... My Surrender Ch. 02 I have been awaiting your arrival this evening with quick anticipation. You called and ordered me here, dressed in my gauze gown, washed and fresh for you. I obeyed as I always do, with one small difference. I did not turn the bed down as you instructed. What makes it even worse is that I did it on purpose. I remember what happened the last time I forgot to do this one small thing, and it makes me long for the punishment you dealt out then. I remember the loving way you disciplined me with that first spanking and it shakes me to my very core. It leaves me wanting more, it leaves me wanting to be punished and please you all at the same time. I ask myself how this is possible. I truly cannot find an answer and so I wait. Now I hear you on the stairs and my pulse quickens! My breathing becomes faster, the anticipation is almost more then I can take! Just to see your face and that look you give me is enough to make me want to be on my knees in front of you with your cock in my mouth. You enter the room and look at me with those green eyes so full of love and admiration and I melt, and instantaneously regret my decision to not turn down the bed. "Hello my love." You say as you come over to kiss my lips. Not a full kiss, just a soft touching of the lips, just a hint of what is to come, leaving my wanting more. "I see you have prepared as I instructed." As you say this, your eyes sweep the room and me to make sure that your wishes have been obeyed; it is then that you see the unturned sheets and comforter. "Oh dear, I see you have forgotten again my pet. Whatever shall I do with you? I suppose that I will just have to make the punishment stick this time." I see the look in your eyes and am ashamed that I have acted so thoughtlessly. You only discipline me out of love, and here I have wronged you out of selfishness. "May I speak Milord?" I ask with my eyes down cast. "Yes." "I did not forget to turn down the bed. I simply did not do it, and I am ashamed." I say this with the most reverent apology in my voice. I truly am sorry for what I have done, and wish to be forgiven. "I see." You say this with a mix of disappointment and pride that I have confessed to you my transgression. "You will have to be punished for this, but I will take into account that you have confessed and are contrite in your confession. But still it was an act of willful disobedience, and must be treated as such. If you wish to serve me then you must do it in all things." "Yes Milord." I say with a slight curtsy to you. "What must I do to be forgiven Milord?" I ask this with eyes still down cast. "First you must be punished in the same manner as before. You know the position I require." You say this with love and command in your voice. Even though I am being punished I thrill to timber of your voice. I require it as much as I require oxygen to breath. I go over to the bed as I have done before and place my hands flat on the bed, bending at the waist. I plant my feet firmly apart so that I remain stable under your ministrations. You come behind me and softly caress my ass with your strong hand, brushing your fingers under both ass cheeks. "Now, the last time I did this I did it with my hand and it doesn't seem to have lasted. So, I think this time I must use something else a bit more impressionable." As you say this I hear the clinking if your belt as you remove it from around your waist and the rustling of the leather against fabric as you slide it out of your belt loops. "I am going to spank you, and it will hurt. I am going to give you fifteen lashes and I want you to count each one out loud. If you miss one or forget to count I will start over from one. Do you understand me?" "Yes Milord. I understand." I am almost afraid now. You have never used anything but your hand in my punishment before. I am not sure I can handle it, but the sound in your voice makes me want to try. Makes me determined to take it and make you proud of me. Suddenly I feel the first lash across my ass! It stings and I can feel the immediate whelp it is raising on my skin. "One." I say this through clinched teeth as I brace myself for the next blow. "Two." This time I am a bit more ready for the sting, but it still hurts and I do not know if I can handle the next thirteen lashes. "Three." The sound of the leather striking my flesh mesmerizes me. I focus in on it and ride the wave of pain to the next contact. "Four." Tears are raising to my eyes now as I strive to keep counting, knowing that if you have to start over I will surely collapse. "Five." "Six." "Seven." "Eight." My knees are shaking and my breath is coming in sobs now. I am crying but I refuse to beg you to stop. I have disappointed you once tonight; I refuse to do it a second time. "Nine." "Ten." "Eleven." "Twelve." "Thirteen." I am struggling to remember the numbers in order. Just two more lashes and you will give me that look letting me know you are proud of me and I have please you. "Fourteen." "Fifteen." Finally you stop but I do not collapse as my body screams for me to do. I stay in the position until you tell me otherwise. I know that if I move you will begin the punishment again. I will not give you reason to be disappointed in me again this night. "Very good kitten. You handled that beautifully and I truly do believe you are sorry for your error. Since you were such a good girl during your punishment I will start you on the training I had planned for tonight." My heart races at the pride and forgiveness in your voice. I cannot help but glow in the light of your admiration. "Now there are certain things that I require from you if you are to serve me. I like to have access to all areas of your body. They must be given freely, of your own choice. Do you understand?" "Yes Milord." At these words I wonder what you are talking about. You already have all of me, or at least I think you do. "I have brought a contract for you to sign. If you sign it then you are mine. I will own you body and soul. You will do as I say for a year and a day, at that point we will discuss if this is a life you can lead or if you feel you need to move on. I will be the best master that I can be to you. I will guide you and discipline you as needed. I will love you as no other has ever loved you before." At this you hand me the piece of paper that gives you the right to lord over me in all things. As I read it I struggle with the thought of someone having that much control over me at all times. Then I suddenly realize that I am reaching for the pen you offer and signing my name. I want this; no I need this, as I have never needed anything else in my life. I hand you back the contract and look into your eyes hoping that I am conveying to you the need and love I feel. "Now, you have signed your name and given yourself to me unconditionally. This is the most pure form of trust another human being can give to another. You trust that I will always act with your best interest and I trust that you will always strive to please me." As you say this you reach over and cup my face in your hands. Then you kiss me deeply and passionately. As you pull back from me you look at me with pride, and then your instruction begins. "You must learn the proper way to await me my sweet. From this day forward when I instruct you to meet me you will be naked, on your knees, hands behind your back, and eyes downcast. Show me that you understand." At your last words I take off my gown, fall to my knees and assume the position you just described. "Oh, very good. I am so very pleased with you. Now let's begin some training. You may be shocked at what I will ask you to do, but remember I am acting in your best interest." I am excited by the tone in your voice and wonder what you might be talking about. I hear you go over to the bed and then I see the blankets fall from the bed. "Come here and get up on the bed. I want you to get on your hands and knees and hold that position no matter what happens." I obey your command and await the training you have planned for me. I hear you open a drawer and take out several items. You then come over to the bed and sit down next to me. "As I have said before, all areas of your body must be open to me. I want to know the limits of your body and how far we can push it. I have had your pussy many times but not your asshole and that must change. I want to be able to have it anytime I want to, therefore we must open you up." At this you reach up and fondle my pussy, I am soaking wet from the spanking I received earlier and you can't help but notice. "You are so very wet my love. That is a good thing. You must learn to be excited by all I do to you. I will want you to be a slut as well as demure." With this you put two fingers inside my pussy opening and pump them in and out. Then three fingers. I begin to rock back on your hand, pushing your fingers deeper inside me. This encourages you to put in a fourth finger. I am so full now, I am groaning with lust and need. Rocking back and forth on your hand, I start to cum but you pull out your hand. "Another thing you must learn is that your orgasms are mine as well. You will have them at my discretion not yours. In time you will even learn to have them on command, but just now let's start with learning to wait until I give you permission." I am shocked at your words but I understand them. You must have complete control and what better way to have it then to teach me to control something that makes me feel so good. You will be the source of my joy and my control. "You are wet enough now I think. But I do have lube just in case. I don't think you will need it though." At this you put just one finger in my pussy and get it very wet. Then you run that finger along the skin separating my pussy from my asshole. You begin to play with my asshole and start working the finger into it a tiny bit at a time. The first touch is a shock to me and I tense up. "Don't tense up kitten. It will only make it uncomfortable for you. You must relax; I will not hurt you in this. I will be patient and slow." I know you will do just as you have said and I begin to relax. After the first shock I begin to feel the sensation your finger is making and I revel in it. I want more but I give myself up to your expert hands. I trust you know what I can handle. You work your finger into my ass slowly and with tenderness. You use a little of the lube just to be sure that I am comfortable, telling me all the time that you know I can do it. You know I am capable of this and I can succeed. I am in ecstasy! Your finger is fully inserted and the pressure is not painful, it is exquisite. I want more. "Now we will fit you for your plug." You pick up a leather case from the floor where you were hiding it and unzip it. You open it like a book and show me the contents. Inside there are several butt plugs of graduating sizes. You choose the smallest which is about a half inch in diameter. Then you put lubricant on the plug and begin to insert it into my ass. I can feel the skin stretching around the plug and I try to relax. I know it will only hurt if I tense up. Finally it is fully inserted and you pat me on the behind. "There is a good girl. You handled that with such poise. Now you must wear this for at least two hours every day. I will call you and instruct you when to do this every day. Do you understand my instructions?" "Yes Milord." I say this while wondering if I will ever be able to take some of the bigger plugs I saw in that bag. "I also want to make sure that you are always ready for me. To make sure that you are, I have another training tool for you." Here you pull out a small velvet box. You open it to reveal two silver balls about two inches in circumference. When you shake them they make sounds like a wind chime. You then take these and insert them one at a time into my pussy. "You will wear these most of the day at my discretion. I will inform you when you may take them out and when you will wear them. I want your pussy ready for me anytime I want it and this will insure that it is." "Yes Milord." I can feel the balls inside me. They are heavy and smooth. With my ass and my pussy filled I want to cum desperately. "Tonight you may not cum. This is part of your punishment for earlier. You may not pleasure me as this will reinforce that I am your Master and when you disobey me it hurts us both. Do you understand this, my love?" "Yes Milord." I am crushed at not being able to pleasure you. My own pleasure is second to yours and it hurts me that I am the cause of your discomfort. "Tonight you will remain in this position until I grow tired of looking at you in it. Then I will allow you to sleep. What happens tomorrow will all depend on your actions this evening." "Yes Milord," is all I can say to this and I brace myself to live up to your expectations. To be continued...