0 comments/ 5549 views/ 2 favorites Smile Sir By: flutterbyvixyn ~~~~~~~~~~~~Jamie's point of view~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Mimi?" Sir knocked on my door. I was sitting at the end of my bed. Looking around at the beautiful art work, even the bed spread was gorgeous. We just came back from Lady Natasha's house. Her house was so different. It was huge; Lady Natasha said it had 13 bedrooms when She bought it but She tore everything down and started from scratch. The house now had 100 rooms. Some were large; others were no bigger than a coat closet. Her room was amazing. The canopy bed was built of gold and had red sheer curtains coming down. The whole room was red and gold. Lady Natasha was exquisite. After Her warm up for me before Sir came home I had found myself drifting off thinking about being with her. We have gone over there almost every weekend for the past month. I hate to leave this wonderful home; Sir and Sessa are my family. I just don't think that this is what I want. I don't want to be a part of a household; I want to be a slave to one. "Hello Sir." I answered as He walks in. I slip down to my knees. "What is wrong my sweet Mimi?" He sits on the bed; pulling me back up by my elbow. "Sir this sub needs to speak freely." I whisper. "Granted." Sir responds as he strokes the back of my head. "Sir, with no disrespect intended I need to tell you that the relationship You and I have and the relationship Sessa and I have is no longer working for me. I have seen a life that I desire and Sir; I am asking that I be released." I managed to say without an ounce of emotion. Now I knew this would upset Sir, but I know it will upset Sessa more. That is why I am hoping to be gone before she wakes. "You want to go live with Lady Natasha- don't you?" Sir asks His hand now resting on my thigh. "If she will have me." I answer. Sir pulled His phone out of His pocket and hands it to me. "You ask her; if she says yes then I will release you. If she denies your request you're still mine." He kisses my lips soft yet strong and walks out of the room. I remember Sessa words the day she contacted Lady Natasha. "No one just calls a Master like Lady Natasha even Sir must first text for permission." I scroll down and find L.N in Sirs phone. :: Lady Natasha Ma'am this sub would like to request permission to speak with you with permission from her Sir, yet without supervision. this sub thanks you for your time. this sub is jamie.:: I send the message and wait. Thinking back to yesterday when we were at Lady Natasha's we watched her graduate a slave from training to owned. It was beautiful the way she glued the stones on her. The slaves back was covered in gold and silver from the base of her neck to the small of her back. In red at the base of her neck was written 143-4-47 and at the mid of her back in red was Lady Natasha. After the glue had dried and the stones set the slave was hung above the table we sat at to be admired. Sir looked over all the marks from different time frames of lashings. Sessa played with the girls' clit and Lady Natasha cropped her from her seat. The girl was so happy. A beep from the phone disrupts my memory. :: Jamie you have permission to call.:: Was all it said. I hit the send key and took a deep breath. "Speak freely Jamie." I heard Lady Natasha's voice on the other end. "Lady Natasha; this sub has seen your life and has found that it is her greatest desire to please you. This sub would like to ask if Lady Natasha is seeking any new slaves, this sub has asked of her Sir to release her so that she may continue on her journey. This sub wishes to join you Lady Natasha; that is if it pleases you to own this sub." I choose my words carefully. "Jamie, do you know what you are asking?" Lady Natasha asks harshly. "Yes Ma'am." I answer. "Are you willing to fully submit yourself into full body, mind, heart, soul slavery?" She asks. "Yes Ma'am." I answer. "I will have someone there to pick you up in 15 minutes. Do not get dressed before you get in the car." Lady Natasha commands. "Ma'am I have a car here at Sir's what shall be done with it?" I ask. "Sign it over to Him for payment of your month long stay, you may bring photos, you may bring personal things like journals and jewels, nothing else." She is short and sweet. "I await your arrival." She hangs up. I stand and open the door. Sir is standing there and He can tell from my side of the conversation that I have been accepted. I pack up the few things I am allowed to take. I sign the title to my car to Sir and He heads to the living room. I pull a page from my journal and scrawl a note to Sessa. :: Sessa my love, you mean so much to me. I am so sorry that I am such a chicken that I cannot even say good bye to your gorgeous face. I couldn't bare to see the pain in your eyes- looking at Sir is hard enough. I will always be your sister, I will always be your lover, and I will always be yours. My soul has found a desire to share the life Lady Natasha has. I have asked Sir to release me and he has agreed. You have a beautiful live with Him and having me here as much fun as it has been for all of us is just going to destroy what you have built. I know this; you know this. Be a good girl for Daddy. I know you have a hard time- but you can do it. I will see you! When you come over, when you are in trouble, whenever I can. I will see you. I love you so very much. I am sorry to have hurt you. Please forgive me. Please take care of Daddy. Love, Jamie :: I fold the note, and pull a locket from my jewelry box. There is a picture of Sessa on one side and a picture of me on the other from before I left the first time. Sessa doesn't know I have this. I snap the locket into two pieces and put the other half on a different chain. I wrap it up with the note and a man's ring and head to the living room while dropping the other half into my bag. Sir takes me into His warm arms for the last time. "You will always be my Mimi. I cannot say I will ever let you return because this is hurting me more than you will ever understand. I know you wish to go. I respect that. I love you Mimi. Be a good girl over there- Lady Natasha is hard. If you find yourself in over your head please ask to speak to me." Sir chokes back a sob. He kisses my lips and runs His hands over my back. I fold into Him and kiss Him for the last time. "I love you Daddy, with all my heart- but my soul belongs to her." I whisper with a tear falling down my cheek. "Are you sure?" Sir asks wiping it away. "Yes Daddy- Mimi is sure." I whisper. Sir reaches to my neck and undoes the clasp on His collar. "As of this moment I release you of your own free will. You are no longer my property and no longer do you have to obey my commands. I love you and I wish you the best." I can see Sir's heart breaking as he says these words. I kiss His cheek. "You are the most loving, kind Sir I have ever met and I will always believe that. You and Sessa have an amazing relationship and if I had met you before you had her then this might have played out differently. I love you, and I love her; together that makes for a very dangerous situation. I am walking away because I know Sessa will care for you in ways that I never could. I know Sessa will be the best woman for you in the end. I am sorry that I am hurting you Sir but Sessa will fix it." I whisper as I see the car pull up the drive. "Lady Natasha said to leave all of my belongings behind. Do what you wish with them Sir." I mutter. "Will you please give this to Sessa?" I ask. Handing him the locket and note. He just nods. I take the ring and slip it on his finger. I kiss his cheek once more and open the door. I walk out to the car and look back. Sir is on his knees. I can see him crying. I blow him a kiss and get in the car. The driver doesn't say one word. I start to bawl. I know that this is what I wanted; I wanted to leave, I wanted to go to Lady Natasha and in the end it's the right thing to do. I just don't know why the right thing has to hurt so god damn much. The driver pulls away as we pull down the drive way I whisper "Happy Birthday Daddy. I love you." then I watch Sir, the house, and my old life disappear in the dark. ~~~~~~~~~~~~Sessa point of View~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am sitting in my car, which is full of groceries. I need to take them into the house but I can't gather the nerve to face Sir. He didn't sleep last night. I woke up this morning came down the stairs and found him leaning against the front door crying. I feel to my knees in front of him and just starred. He opened His hand and in the palm was a note and a necklace. It was from Jamie. I read the note and understood why Sir was so upset. I hated her in this moment. For coming back, for leaving, for everything. I hated her. Sir looked up at me and stood. I had never seen Him cry. Sir took an elbow in each hand and pulled me to my feet. He reached around and unclasped His collar from my neck. I wanted to die. I was confused and lost and my mouth hung open. "Sir please don't..." I started to cry. Sir put a finger to my mouth and shook his head. I listened and shut my mouth. Sir bent down put one arm under my knees and the other behind my head. He carried me to our bedroom and laid me down. He set the collar on the night stand and crawled in next to me. He looked into my eyes and kissed me so softly. "Hold me Sessa please?" He asked. My heart broke into a million pieces. I opened my arms and my strong, brave, hard headed Sir laid on my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and he cried. I cried. We laid there for hours. No words. Sir is the one who broke the silence "Sessa?" He whispered. "Yes Daddy?" I spoke softly and warmly. "Promise me you will never ask to leave me for another." He whispered. My heart sank. How could he even think that for one second I would go anywhere else? I shifted so that he was lying on the pillow and I was looking down into his eyes. "I am never going anywhere- You would have to order me to stay away. You are MINE. I don't care what anyone else says. You are MY Master. I won't accept any other. I love you." A tear slips from Sirs eye and down to the pillow. I kiss him soft, and lovingly. "I do have a few things I need to take care of today Sir. I have to go grocery shopping." I whisper. Sir nods and lets me go. "I will be back as soon as I can." I respond. I got up and dressed as fast as I could. I ran out of the door. Once I was in my car I cried some more. I did all the shopping and that's what brought me to where I sit now. I don't know what to expect when I walk in that door. Will my Sir be back to normal? Will he still be the man I left this morning? I don't know what would scare me more. I take a deep breath and walk inside. Sir meets me at the door and takes the bags from my hands. He sets them in the kitchen and walks out to get the rest. I follow protocol and kneel down by the door waiting for him to finish. Once all the bags are in he walks over and closes the door. He looks down at me and smiles. He puts His Collar back around my neck and I feel whole again. "Stand." He orders, but softly. He leans in and kisses me. It's a longer kiss than I am used to but I love it. "How was shopping My Love?" He asks. I babble on about seeing an old friend and the crazy lines. "I love you Sessa." Sir cuts me off. "I love you too Sir." I respond. Sir looks down. I smile he thinks I have forgotten. "Sir may I?" I ask. He nods. I walk over to the laundry room and pull a few boxes from the shelf; I take his hand and lead him to the couch. I kneel in front of him and smile. "Happy Birthday Sir." I whisper. I know it's not a day he wants to celebrate and I hate Jamie for destroying what today means. "Thank You Sessa." Sir leans forward and kisses me lightly on the forehead. I hand him the first gift. "A new flogger?" He looks at me strangely. "The old one is getting a little worn Sir." I smile. Really I know Sir won't be able to resist braking in the new one. The second gift is from my family. Its a few new shirts and a book of photos of me from when I was younger. "I love this I will have to call your Mom and thank her." Sir glances at the naked baby on the cover. "You are so beautiful." He whispers. "Even at that age you look like trouble." I laugh. "Open to where the place holder is." I point to the ribbon that is tucked between pages. Sir opens it to a section filled with pictures of me getting into trouble at all ages. From me standing in the corner with a red ass at 7 to me trying to look innocent while sitting on the floor with a carton of eggs broken everywhere. Mom put these in here because I asked her too. I wanted Sir to see that I've always been in trouble. Sir sets the book aside and looks at the last gift in my hands. I had managed to order something online for him. I don't know if he had checked the sites I had been to or not. I was hoping he wouldn't because he would already know what I got him. My heart pounds as he pulls the paper from the box. "No Way." Sir shouts. My heart takes fight. I knew he would love this. "I love you Sir." I manage to whisper how I will never know. Sir pulled the Rolex from the box and stared at it. It was a custom made watch that took me forever to design. It was white gold. Sir knew I would never by anything but white. It had small Celtic infinity loops around the face. There were amethyst and rubies alternating at each location were a number should have been. Engraved around the face was a line from our wedding vows. "I Sessa promise to honor, trust, obey, and serve you until the day I die." That was a very important part of our wedding. I made sure the officiate didn't say until death do us part, or as long as we both shall live because if Sir dies before me I will still honor, trust, obey and serve him no matter what. Until the day I die. Engraved into the back of the watch was the reverse of words Sir had once said to me. "Hear this Sir I am yours- No one else's. Ever." with our anniversary etched in underneath. Sir stood up in a flash and picked me up into his warm arms and kissed me much like our first kiss. I wrapped my arms around him and smiled wide. "Thank You Sessa, for making my day amazing." He whispers as he sets me down. I walk into the kitchen and start to put groceries away. While I am cooking dinner Sir comes into the room. He taps me on my shoulder and I turn to face him. "I am going to the city to get something, when I come back you better be sitting right there wearing what I have set out." He orders. I smile. "Yes Sir." I respond. Sir walks out of the door without another word. I finish dinner to the point of plating and head to the bedroom. On my vanity is a new silk navy blue teddy. I slip out of my clothes and head to the shower. The water is hot on my skin. In some places more than others. I can feel where new scratches and welts have formed; the sting of the water replays the night over in my mind. It's a whole new form for pleasure for me. To feel the burn long after the toys are put away. I lean my head back and let the water run over my face. My eyes burn from crying over Jamie. I still can't believe she is gone again. I wonder what Sir is doing. Maybe he is picking up a play mate for the night. The original plans did have Jamie in the picture. There's no way I can show a one night girl all the things I wanted to do tonight. Not only that but Sir would be very focused on the feeling of her. It sounds odd to somehow I can let the man I love be with someone else. Really it's refreshing in away. At the end of everything when the girl leaves and my Sir uses me- he always tells me how I do it just like he likes it. He trained me to be exactly what he wanted and no other girl is as good as I am for him. It's kind of like a reminder. He tries another girl's ass but it doesn't hold the shape of his cock exactly. He hasn't taken said girl to the core of her being and pulled back up. This girl doesn't know his rhythm and how he likes it when you squirt on him over and over. Sir and I are so in sync with each other that I don't even have to ask if I can cum. He just knows when I need too and tells me. Of course I still beg for it. Even if he has already told me yes. I love begging Sir for permission. I love having to answer to him. I've tried before to tell him no- you can't because (input whatever reason) and he gets very serious and his voice gets very low and he tells me exactly what I need to hear. "You are mine, and I will use you how I want when I see fit and YOU will accept and obey." He doesn't smile; he doesn't seem to even breathe until I respond. "Yes Sir, this sub is sorry for stepping out of line and denying the pleasure you seek." I lower my eyes. Some times its different, sometimes he will take me right then and there to prove that I don't have a say. Other times he will pop me for being out spoken. It just depends on where we are. I think it's funny how some couples say they only expect to be served or to serve in the home. I serve Sir where ever and whenever he decides. I remember one time when we were at a friend's house for an afternoon. Sir had walked by me and I smacked his ass lightly, licked my lips and grinned. Sir gave me that look. The look that says you are on thin ice missy. I was playing around but I know better than to smack Sir for any reason. A little while later- long after I and everyone else had forgotten about it I had excused myself to go to the restroom. I walked into the house, down the hall and opened the bathroom door. Sir came up behind me and joined me in the small space. He had me lift my dress and he pulled down my panties. He grabbed the closest thing he could to a paddle and swatted my ass until I cried. I to this day don't like wood brushes. When he was done punishing me he bent me over and fucked me. He only spoke once the whole time. "It does not matter where we are, who we are with, what we are doing. You are MINE and if you act up I will put you in your place." I didn't have words. Once he was done he left the room and I cleaned up finished what I was going in there for and returned to the party. By this time Sir had taken a seat in a chair and not on the bench where we were sitting. I knew what that meant. I walked over and knelt down at his feet with my eyes low. I didn't speak the rest of the party unless I was directly addressed. When I had to explain why I wasn't sitting on the bench I was embarrassed. "Sessa honey come sit here, I'm sure that can't be comfortable." "My comfort is unimportant to me; the way I behaved was disrespectful to My Sir, to You and the other guest." I kept my eyes low. One of the male guest chuckled. "How interesting." He stated very curiously. Sir nodded and just kept on. No one asked me another question. At the end of the party on the way out the door Sir clutched on to my arm and pulled me over a bended arm raising my dress once again. "See Tom, you give them a red ass and they behave." He laughed. Tom winked and walked by and slapped my ass on his way out the door. Sir did the same before pulling me to the car. I never acted up at a friendly gathering again. To be honest I hardly act up at all. The few times that I have I can't explain. Maybe I just enjoy the attention of Sir telling me exactly how it is going to be. My very favorite thing to do with Sir is to be completely exposed to him, his fingers deep inside of me and hear him say "This is Mine. You are Mine." It's like I'm a newly adopted 6 year old only child of millionaires on Christmas morning. My heart didn't just skip a beat it stopped. The world turns foggy and I almost feel dizzy. I take a deep breath and climb out of the shower. I lay on my front on the bed the day has been exhausting, and the caressing of the blankets are calling my skin. I start to day dream of Sirs return. I slowly drift off to sleep. Smile Sir The next thing I know I feel him pressing against my back. He leans in real close and whispered in my ear. "Sessa, are you sleeping?" In a low deep voice. I muttered something that could have sounded like German. Then I felt his hand between my legs. I started to wake up when on finger was circling around my asshole. I moaned and tried to move a little. "Don't move." He ordered louder now. I froze and relies that I had fallen asleep while waiting. He pushed his hips and pelvic bone forward and I could feel him getting harder. I knew I was in a trouble with that tone. "I swear when I left that I had ordered you to be somewhere when I got home; and you are here in my bed sleeping instead." He growled. I started to stutter. "Sir I.. I.. umm. I.." I gave up there was no reason He knew that. I knew that. He pushed my legs closer together and pulled my hips back. Resting my breast on my knees. He pulled my head back by my hair and popped me in the mouth. "Did I ask for your excuses slut?" I lowered my eyes. "Since you were not in protocol when I walked in the door- you won't be enjoying this evening." He released my hair and climbed off the bed. I stayed right where I was put. After some odd shuffling and a few minutes Sir returned to the bed. "No Cumming." is all He says. I lowered my head and waited. Sir reached up and placed a gag in my mouth, clipped a short chain to the back of my collar and began to wrap rope around my thighs binding them together. I stayed still breathing slowly and quivering. I felt the bed move and heard the bedroom door open then shut again. He rattled something near my ear and chuckled. I took a deep breath and waited. I felt his warm fingers trace my spine and down my rib cage. He began to run something cold and wet down my side. I know this feeling well; it's ice. Sir didn't use ice often and it always made me cum hardest when He did. I took a sharp breath and felt the ice run down to the small of my back and He left it sit there. The cold water ran down the spit of my backend moistening and tightening both holes. A shiver crept up my spine and let a whimper escape. Sir chuckled and grasped the chain pulling my head back. "I only gaged you for the visual effect- you're going to scream when I do this." He pushed forward and placed the tip of His cock against my cold ass. I knew what He wanted. It wasn't that Sir and I hadn't done this before because we had. Sir had always taken what He wanted as soon as He wanted it. Up to this point Sir had always been kind and worked with me. Going slow, using extra lube and taking the time to stretch the tight spot slowly. He had always wanted to force His way in. I knew he liked the resistance and I knew He loved to hear me scream. I secretly always wanted him to take me by force in any way He pleased. I wanted to tell him no, and to push him away and feel his strength push back. For him to demand me without words. I pulled away slightly and took a deep breath. I knew that would make him a little more enraged. He pulled back on the chain and growled "I know you didn't just pull MY ass away from Me." Sir took and ice cube from the glass and pushed it inside my pussy with 3 fingers. The cold of the ice and the warmth of his hand sent my body reeling. I chocked back a slight moan. He slammed the full of his cock deep into my pussy and groaned loud. I was extra tight- the cold water pulled my muscles in closer and gripped his shaft. "Oh Sessa that feels so nice." He looked down and watched my face in the reflection of the mirrored head board we have. He continued to pound in and out of me for a few minutes until the ice had melted and I was dripping my own hot juices. I wanted to cum so bad. I knew better then to ask after he already told me not to. I also knew it made him pound harder when I begged. I decided to go for it. "Daddy, may I cum please." I mumbled through the ball gag. "What I didn't hear you." He started to slow down a little, reached up and unclasped the gag. "Daddy please may I cum I can't hold it in any longer." I whimpered. "Didn't I already answer that question?" He asked "Yes Daddy, I know you told me I could not cum and that I wasn't to enjoy this evening." I acknowledged that I did hear him. "So now not only do you not follow orders, you just don't give a fuck what I say?" He asked. I paused He has never had this kind of reaction before. I wondered where He was going with this line of questioning. I couldn't very well leave it alone. Well I could have but the masochist in me would never let that happen. The sadist in Him knew that. My quick wit and always being able to pop off with something unexpected gets me in trouble often. I have learned over my time with Sir to manage this, not that Sir would ever change who I am. Just refine me a little. I take a sharp breath and smirk. "If that's what you believe Sir who am I to say otherwise?" I roll my eyes. I know that move will get me a pop or two. Sir slams His cock into me hard and stops. He pulls back on the chain and lowers His eyes. "I don't believe you are in a position I would recommend for being a smart mouthed little girl." He tightens His lips. "So what position would you suggest I be in?" I raise an eyebrow and mutter "Sir." after the fact. I watch His face change and the look in His eyes get darker. "I wouldn't suggest a position for such a disrespectful slut." He pulls His cock out and pulls back on the chain pulling me to my still bound knees. He clips the end of chain to the foot board and gets off the bed. "I believe I have a little girl who needs a lesson on who is in charge here." He calls out from the closet. He pulls out a stand and sets it in the middle of the room; Returning to my sight He unclips the chain and leads me off the bed. I crawl slowly to the stand and make my way on to it. Sir does not undo my legs which makes the activity difficult but not impossible. Once I am placed Sir locks my wrist down on the platform and straps my ankles to the base. Sir walks around me admiring full access He has. He built this Himself and loves the way it holds me up for Him. There is a place to rest my stomach, my arms are attached to 2 separate bars that can be locked in together or pulled apart to my sides. Sir can reach everything. He reaches to the base of the trap and pulls up 2 short chains. Clipping one end to each of my nipples, which keeps my front pulled down and my back arched. Sir places a small bullet between the lips of his pussy. The remote is in his hand. Sir heads back to the closet and pulls out an array of implements. Picking each one up to show me. The grin on His face says that the plans we originally had for this evening were long gone and this was going to be something neither of us would ever forget. Sir walks behind me and without warning pushes a very large rubber cock into my tight hole. It stretches and opens me immediately my pussy taking in the whole length of the cock. I whimper and moan at the same time. The filling of being full is something that makes me orgasm like no other. Sir just chuckles. He walks around to the front of me and bends down. Looking deep into my eyes. I can still see a hint of my Daddy deep in his chocolate eyes- hidden behind the glare of the man before me. With one questionable word this could all stop now if I so wished. I can see the excitement building for Him. His cock is already throbbing. He kisses my forehead and whispers. "Sessa?" He doesn't move. He is telling me that some limits will be pushed tonight, that this is my only chance to back away. I grin and mirror the look on His marvelous face. "What does a girl have to say to get used around here?" I let a soft smirk spread across my face. I feel a snap connect with my back. I hadn't seen the cane in His hand. By the fifth smack I am gasping. I look up and give Him my last push. "Is that all you've got?" I take a sharp breath and prepare my soul to fly away. The sun beams in on my face and I twist away. Opening my eyes slowly with the aches of last night. I look up at Master who is beaming as He admires my still naked body. "Good morning my princess." He whispers. I pucker my lips and blow a kiss. "Good Morning Master." I manage to choke out dryly. Sir reaches over and hands me a glass of water. I lean in to the straw and suck violently. I have never been so thirsty in my life. "If I had known you had that much sucking power left you would have awoken to my cock in your mouth." Sir chuckles. I raise my eyebrow and bite my lip slightly. Looking down at His throbbing package. Sir takes me by my hair and growls. "Thank me my slut." He orders. I whence my way to His cock and pull it into my mouth sucking softly. Sir cresses the marks on my back with an ice cube from the water. I moan at the stinging. "I am so proud of you Sessa my love, you took a hard beating last night. Yet you are still so eager for more." I stop His cock for a moment and look up to Him. "Thank You Master, I hope last night was more magical for you than it was for me." I smile softly. Sir pushes my head back down. "Did anyone say you could stop sucking?" He looks inquisitive. I smile inside and laugh. "Yes, the fairy god mother of submissive came down from her cloud and told me to never suck your cock again." I shake my head and start licking the underside of His balls. Sir slaps my already colorful ass. "You better tell her that you don't need a fair god mother- you've got a wicked Daddy right here." He chuckles again. "Yes Daddy." I mutter as I suck softly. Masters head pushes back and closes His eyes. "That's my girl. Just how Daddy likes it." He strokes side of my face. I smile inside at the comment. Then I run my teeth softly over the tip. Sir pops me hard in the face. "Teeth? hmmm looks like someone hasn't learned." He pulls the crop from the side of the bed. I laugh; I'm always in trouble...