5 comments/ 10420 views/ 9 favorites Submit to Me NOW By: TheSubmissiveWife It has been 2 weeks, more than 2 weeks actually: 2 weeks, 3 days, 4 hours and some odd minutes. I kept telling myself that things would get easier. That this decision I made was for the best, and things would get easier. I needed to do this. I couldn't walk around for the rest of my life being someone's sex slave... regardless of how much I enjoyed it. It was time to move forward with my life. Not to mention that things between us had fizzled, I didn't have the time and neither did you. When I had told you, you had tried to talk me out of it... but I had none of it. I was adamant that things were over, and our relationship would be purely platonic moving forward. However that was easier said than done. I could say whatever I wanted, but it didn't keep my mind from wandering. I had to fight myself every day to keep from calling you and begging you to guide me to orgasm after glorious orgasm. Throughout every day I would find my mind wandering back to our afternoons together, and reliving the experiences, until I found myself lying in bed, fingers in a soaked pussy cumming. My dreams always cycled back to you, and when I awoke, I was teetering on the edge of calling you again. I tried to get rid of you, by having sex with someone else... it didn't work, I still wanted it to be you. I envisioned it was you behind me pounding relentlessly into me; harder, faster, deeper, until I could no longer take it and I exploded into orgasm. I wanted it to be you punishing my ass, my pussy, my breasts until I begged for mercy. Two weeks, three days, 4 hours, and some odd minutes. Things would get easier I tell myself again... I just need to get you out of my head, and move forward. With that I toss the blankets back, and get out of bed, where I had spent the night in restless sleep dreaming of you. It was time to start the day. I get dressed for the day, my white lace bra, panties, a simple button up blouse, and a pair of jeans. I couldn't help but know that you would not have approved of the outfit, but that didn't really matter now did it. As I moved downstairs, I start a pot of coffee, and move to the bathroom to clean up, and brush my hair. Feeling human, I sip my coffee. Eight am... after this I can head outside and get a few things done in the yard I tell myself. Enjoying the morning sunshine coming through the window, I am startled back to reality when I hear my cell phone buzz at an incoming text. I look to see that it is you, and before I read the message I feel a shot of electricity buzz through my spine. "I will be at your house in 15m, dress to impress." A simple message, yet the effect it has on me is immediate. I feel myself gasp, and my body begin to heat up. Oh no he doesn't, I tell myself. He isn't just going to waltz in here and derail me. No matter what my body is telling me, I will not cave into this man. Pffft... dress to impress... he doesn't own me... not anymore. In fact I am not even going to let him in the house. All this going through my head, but I can already feel the wetness building. My body is on fire with desire. "Get yourself under control Sarah." I say out loud. I have no idea what I did for the next 15 minutes, time just rushed away, while I tried to give myself a pep talk of what I would and wouldn't say and do with you. But I hear the doorbell ring, and I know it is you. I take a deep breathe, and walk to the door, forcing myself to put on a pleasant smile. "Good morning.... Ike," I say, remembering that I will no longer be referring to you as sir, or master... which is a change that takes us both by surprise. You are wearing sun glasses, and I can see your brows arch in surprise over the top of them. I smile, knowing that I have just driven the point home. "Good morning slave," you reply. Refusing to back down I reply, "I'm sorry you have come at a bad time, I am just getting ready to leave, maybe we can do this another time." You look me up and down and say, "Without your shoes on?" CRAP, I think to myself. Before I can say anything else, you raise the glasses up to the top of your head, you stare coolly at me. "We need to talk, it can either be out here where your neighbors can witness things, or you can invite me in... which is it going to be?" "I... well... ummmm...." I feel my head spinning a bit as I try to decide what to do, and how to respond. "Well....?" I hear you say impatiently. "Yes, of course come in si.. Ike," I catch myself before I get the title out. I open the door, to allow you in, knowing it is a mistake, knowing that this is the beginning of the end. NO NO NO, I tell myself, hold strong. "Can I offer you a cup of coffee?" I say moving into the kitchen. "Sure," you say following me in. I pour you a cup, as you pull a chair out by the table and sit down. I sit it down before you, and back up leaning against the kitchen counter, placing some distance between us. "Aren't you going to sit down?" you ask, knowing what I am doing. "No I think I will stand," I reply, "what was it you needed to talk to me about." You wait a few moments, as the silence sits in. "Please sit down with me," you say taking a drink of your coffee. I must look shocked, I don't think I have ever heard you ask me for anything with the word please associated with it in my life. I feel myself moving across the room, and I pull a chair out from the table, still positioning myself several feet away. I cross my legs as I sit down, with a mental note that they are to stay crossed. I see the sly smile perk at your lips. "What did you need to talk to me about?" I ask. You pause, watching me intently for a moment. Then place your cup down on the table, and look attentively at me again. I fight the urge to start fidgeting, force my legs to stay crossed, and force myself to meet your eyes, rather than looking away like I used to do. You can sense my imposed authority, as I make my stand. "You are not dressed as I commanded." You say matter-of-factly. "And you no longer have any right to command me," I retort proud of myself for the quick reply. You stand up and walk to the window, peering out momentarily. I listen to your footsteps, but stay seated with my eyes ahead. I hear you walk back, and stand directly behind me. I am a box of nerves, and every nerve in my body is screaming to be fucked, but I make every attempt to maintain a cool exterior, and show no signs that my body and mind are not in agreement as to what they want. "Spread your legs," you command. I feel myself start to waiver, my body wanting to respond to your commands, my muscles strain wanting to obey. "No, we are not doing this," I say with a small quiver in my voice. I feel your hands brush my hair from behind my neck over one shoulder, and your hot breathe on my neck. My body surges with heat in response, and I tense and gasp in air. "You think that you can just walk away so easily. I know you, and your body, and you can say what you like, but you still want this. One touch and your body was ready for me. You fight to remain poised, but I know that deep inside you are quivering with desire. At your essence you are submissive, this is what you want and desire, to fight it is to fight who you are; so submit to me now." "I .... Am..... I can't... no" a series of jumbled words pops out making no sense at all. "Are you telling me that if I were to bite down on your neck, and you felt my tongue dance over your skin that it would have no effect on you?" you whisper into my ear before clamping down. I can not help as a moan escapes my lips, and my head tilts to the side granting you more access and urging you forward. I feel my breasts throb and my nipples tighten in response, my pussy getting very wet. You release my neck, moving back up to my ear and whisper, "Submit to me now, spread your legs." I feel my legs uncross, and know that my convictions are failing; I am falling to my lust. I want this so badly, it is burning like an all-consuming fire within me. A pang of guilt cuts through the lust and gives me a moment of clarity before all is lost. Instinctively I stand up moving away from you. I must get away from the hot breathe on my neck, the whispers in my ear. I must regain my self control, or I will hand all control to you. I walk to the window, with my back to you, and take a deep breathe, trying to get my feet planted on solid ground again. But no sooner than I am standing there and you are right behind me. I feel a sharp smack on my ass, and it lights a fire back through me again. The sting piercing through me, making every nerve in my ass and pussy twinge. I gasp out loud, and turn to face you, breathing deeply. I want this so badly, but the internal battle still rages forward, as I fight to not yield to you. I attempt to move past you once more, I need more space. But you anticipate my move, step in front of me with a smile on your face. You grab my wrists in both hands, and step forward, forcing me to step back, and push my back against the wall, pinning my body between you and the wall. I gasp out and try to push you off, with no success. As you press one leg between mine, and pin both wrists in one hand, and raise them over my head. I look at you with as much defiance as I can muster, but my body is taking over, and I can not deny how much I want this. "Submit to me now," you repeat. I look away from you, refusing to speak, because if I do, I know that you will own me once again. I feel your free hand graze over my breast, as my nipple tingles in response. "You think these clothes will stop me... I can see your nipples hardened through your shirt. I can see your breathing has changed, your eyes have dilated, and I am betting that if I were to unbutton your pants, I would find a very wet pussy, wouldn't I Sarah?" you question knowingly. "Yes," I moan out, as I feel you pinch my nipple through my clothes. "Submit to me now," you repeat once again. I am quiet for a moment, as you await my reply, and I use all my strength to whisper, "no, I can not." You sigh out loud, "you insist on doing everything the hard way. You will submit to me. It is going to happen today, so save yourself the fight, you are going to need your strength and energy for today, because I am going to fuck you until you can not stand up to walk. Submit now, so that you can feel orgasm after orgasm ripple through your body, like you know only I can deliver to you. I feel myself sag, wanting so much to fall into your arms, and let you ravage me over and over again. I look down and see the bulge in your pants, and I think how much I would love to sink to my knees, take out your rock hard cock, and suck it deep into my mouth. Savoring the taste of your precum as I lick and suck from base to tip. I do want this badly, the need is almost overwhelming me. But from somewhere deep within I hear myself say again, "please stop, I can't do this." I feel your hand graze down to my belly, and lower, to my inner thigh of my spread legs. I moan in pleasure as I feel you grab my pussy through my jeans, rubbing back and forth . My body taking over, I begin grinding down on your hand. "I am going to punish you for having all these clothes on, you know I like easy access. Your ass will suffer for these jeans. Now beg me to take these pants off of you so I can continue playing with my pussy." The grinding on my pussy I just want more, more, more, I want your fingers sliding deep within me, bringing me to the orgasm that is lingering in the background. "Yes, please," I moan out loud, desperate for more, "take them off." I see your devilish smile spread across your face, as you unbutton the jeans. You release my wrists, saying firmly, " Do not move your arms, and narrow your stance." I obey without hesitation, and watch you take a zip tie from your pocket and secure it around my wrists. You look around and see the hook over the pantry door that I use to hang extra bags on. You smile smugly, and direct me to the door. Once there you lift me around the waist, and tell me to dip my hands over the hook. Once secure, I am standing flat footed on the ground, but am incapable of leaving unless I want to take the door with me. The idea of being trapped to your mercies sends a wave of excitement pulsing through my body as I feel you tug my jeans gently off revealing my panties. I hear you tisking lightly, "your pussy is going to be punished for these," you say as you pull them back and let them snap back on my skin. I gasp out, as the elastic cracks against my skin. "Spread," you command firmly, and wait as I widen my stance once again. You run your finger between the slit of my pussy through the cloth and chide... "these panties are dripping wet, yet you attempt to hold back still," your fingers relentlessly stroking my pussy through the thin layer of wet panties, "submit to me now." "I need to cum," I moan out. "Please make me cum." "Submit," you repeat, pulling your touch back just enough to drive me crazy without being enough to push me over the threshold to the orgasm I desire so much. "I know you need to cum, and all you have to do is submit." I try to grind down onto your hand, but instead you pull your hand back altogether standing up and looking me in the eyes. I have a sex-crazed look on my face, as my desperation is mounting for release. "Submit to me now," you repeat firmly. "I want to cum," I persist, whining with my desires going unfulfilled. "Then submit," you reply. Angry that you are using my body against me, I gain a moment of fortitude, and look you square in the eyes, "NO." Without warning, you drop your hand back to my pussy, pushing under the cloth and rubbing my juices onto your hand, making my knees weaken, and my mouth drop open in a silent moan. Once you see my mouth open, you quickly move your hand up to my open mouth, plugging two fingers in. "Taste your desires, you know you want this, I know you want this, so submit." I suck greedily at your fingers, and watch the bulge in your pants twinge. I can see that you are enjoying yourself, after all you are a dom. You see my eyes watching your bulge, and remove your fingers from my mouth. "Submit, and you can have my cock." "Ike, I can't, I have already told you why, " I plead with you. You ignore my pleading, "this shirt must go, you say, abruptly pulling it and snapping the buttons off, leaving it opened with my breasts and white lace bra showing. "I see that now I am going to have to punish these tits too you chastise looking at me. I look to the side, averting my eyes from your penetrating stare. I am losing the ability to fight you off, my desires overwhelming. I feel your hands over my breasts massaging and pinching my nipples. I arch my back into your hands, and feel your hot breath blow through the fabric of the bra over my right nipple. "Please, make me cum" I beg, being taken back into the sexual reverie. "Submit to me now, and I will feast on your pussy until you are oozing cum from multiple orgasms." Your hand goes down and begins working on my cunt again, driving the idea home, as I writhe against you. "I....want.... oh God, please" I moan into you. "Submit," you persist. "Ike, please..." "Submit," you pinch down and roll my nipple between your fingers. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I moan loudly. "SUBMIT TO ME NOW," I hear your voice boom. "Yes...... sir, ......I submit to you," I finally yield, caving into my desires, "you own me, .....I submit." In one fluid motion you squat down between my legs, "hold on," you growl approvingly, "I like to eat at the table." With that you hoist me up by the legs, as I gasp in surprise, and carry me to the table, placing my ass down on the edge. You move back pulling my panties down, revealing my shaved naked pussy. I see you smile, knowing that was the one thing I maintained after I called everything off a couple of weeks ago. You rip my legs apart, to show my swollen glistening cunt before you, my clit peaking out from between pussy lips. "Cum as often as you like," you say with a triumphant smile on your lips. With that your head disappears between my legs, and a moment later I feel your tongue like velvet beginning to probe my eagerly awaiting pussy. Lapping up the juices, I feel my body surge with pleasure, as your tongue grazes across my ever-so-sensitive clit, and I moan out in pleasure. "Oh God yes master, please don't stop," I cry out as you flick my clit relentlessly with your tongue until I explode in orgasm. I scream as I cum, the sensations washing over me like waves in the ocean, one after another. Your tongue still lightly moving, over my pussy as I come down from the high. Just as the orgasm subsides you amp back up, causing my legs to twitch and tremble. I feel you slide two fingers deep within me as your tongue continues gliding over my pussy. "Yes, finger fuck me while you eat me, my pussy needs to be filled," I hear you chuckle as you continue your path with your tongue, going in circles around my clit, then a few flicks over the top, then another circle, and more flicks. I move my bound hands to your head, grabbing your hair and thrusting my pussy to your waiting mouth. Your fingers deep inside of me, probing back and forth as I lay before you on the table, holding my legs wide apart, displayed like a wanton slut. You bring me to a second then a third orgasm as I scream out in pleasure. Barely able to form a coherent thought, much less a sentence, I feel you remove your fingers from my dripping pussy. I grunt my disapproval and thrust my pussy in search of your hand. "I think it is time to move this party to the bedroom you say," patting my pussy repeatedly with your hand and standing up. The little pussy spanks ricochet through my body because I am so sensitive with all the extra blood flow there. I twitch and moan out... "more, please more sir." I hear you chuckle, "you will have to beg me to stop upstairs... now lets move," This time you give my ass a hard smack to end the conversation, and get me moving. I squeal and move off the table. I look you square in the eyes, before aggressively moving toward you. A bit surprised, I see your eyebrow cock upward, wondering what I am doing. "You got what you wanted I say, and you promised me something else if I would submit, and I intend to take it right now," I say with determination and authority in my voice. With that I grab ahold of your belt loop with my bound hands, and give a slight tug, edging you to me. "You told me I could have your cock if I submitted," I see you smile as I unzip your pants, and tug them down a bit awkwardly with my hands still bound together. "Besides, I feel over dressed, with you wearing all these clothes," I say as your pants sag down to your knees. "You were overdressed," you say as I sink down to my knees, "and that is something I am going to remind you of when we get upstairs, your body will soon remember who is ... aahhhhh." I hear you moan, as I eagerly take you all into my mouth, plunging deep into my throat. "Well that is one way to get him distracted," I think smugly to myself, as I begin working your cock in and out of my mouth. I allow my tongue too twirl around the girth of your shaft, enjoying the salty precum that drops into my mouth. I suck hungrily until I sense you wanting release, and then pull back and begin bobbing back and forth, letting my tongue work the vein on the underside of your cock, while my lips and teeth graze along your skin. I am desperate to taste your cum in my mouth, desperate to pull the orgasm from you. I bring my hands up to gently massage your balls while I suck your cock diligently. Your small moans and groans spur me on as I continue licking, sucking, and massaging you for several minutes, until I feel you start thrusting your hips. Setting the rhythm that you want; your hand moves to the back of my head, and I feel your fingers lace through my hair. You push my head forward, and feel me begin to gag and choke as your cock pushes past my gag reflex. Submit to Me NOW "You wanted it, take it all," you chime triumphantly. You pull my head back, and watch as I take a gasp of air, look at you with a big smile and say, "yes sir." With that I open my mouth and dive back in. Allowing your thrusts into my mouth with as little resistance as I can muster, as you thrust in and out. I feel you tense, and know that the moment I desire is coming quickly now. One last thrust and you begin to shoot your load into my mouth, stream after stream of cum. I swallow every drop, suckling gently until you are completely spent. Then stand up, quite pleased with the power exchange that has occurred. It is one of the few times, that I am in control in our relationship, that I am the one with the power to bring or deny your orgasms, and I do enjoy that. I walk to the sink, still wearing my bra and my shirt ripped half open, to get us both some water. I realize that I have completely given up on all my convictions to leave, and am content and happy to remain your slave. I feel your hand on my ass, and I turn to smile at you.... "you are just as insatiable as I am," I tease. "And you love every bit of it," you respond giving me a playful smack on the ass. I hand you the glass of water, "shall we adjourn upstairs?" I question nodding my head in the direction of the stair case. Your eyes twinkle in response, "unless you prefer the cave man approach where I drag you kicking and screaming by your hair." "MMM ... lets leave my hair out of this, I prefer whips and chains to having my hair pulled out," I say as I begin walking to the staircase. Once upstairs, I realize that I didn't make the bed, my vibrator is still lying on the night stand beside the bed, and the clothes from the day before are still in the corner of the room. Embarrassed, I begin picking up the clothes, and apologize for the mess. You ignore me, your focus on the vibrator on the nightstand. "Have you had some restless nights lately? Trouble sleeping?" Attempting to ignore the questions, busying myself getting things organized,and fixing the bedding. But you know that I avoid questions I don't want to answer, and persist. "Answer the question." I sigh loudly, keeping my back to you. "The truth is that every night is restless, as I relive our times together, and succumb to pleasuring myself, before falling into a restless sleep, where I continue to dream of you, where I submit to you over and over again in my dreams, and wake exhausted and horney as hell... after the last two weeks I was utterly exhausted. Yes, I have been restless." "Why didn't you call before now, why do you continue to fight who you are?" I don't respond, I just shrug my shoulders, not wanting to get into it again. "Well I can guarantee that you will not have a problem sleeping tonight, now where are the rest of the toys at," you say confidently. "In the drawer," I reply glad that you are done quizzing me. You open it up pulling an assortment of ropes and bindings, a gag, blindfold, the other two vibrators, the whip, and riding crop. I feel my heart rate surge as you take each item out and lay them on the bed. The last thing you pull out is a simple box. You look at me before opening it, "I thought you said you were getting rid of this," you say piercing me with your eyes. "I just hadn't got around to it," I say trying to play it off, but in truth I just hadn't been able to bring myself to getting rid of it. "Or perhaps it is because deep down you knew that this is symbolic of a lot more than you would like to admit," you say opening the box to reveal the black collar that I wore when we were together. The symbol of who owned me. The silence confirms to both of us that what you say is true. You step toward me, and put the collar around my neck, and it feels like home as I slide back into my role as your submissive. "Now, I do believe that I told you I would punish you for the way your dressed, the first being your ass for those jeans," you say stepping back. "You can not be serious, I was not your slave then, you have no right to punish me for something when I wasn't your sub." I respond indignantly. "I can see you are going to need a refresher on your training, as you have not been addressing me with the correct title when you speak to me... and your indignant behavior is borderline disrespectful. You were always my slave, even when you thought things were over. Your behavior proves that, or we would not be in this room right now. If you didn't really want this, I would have turned and walked out the door. But I had to see it for myself. I have forced you to do nothing. It was you who begged me to take your pants off, begged me to make you cum, and it was you that dropped to your knees to suck my cock. The thought of using your safe word never even popped into your head. You wanted this. Isn't that right? " You say coolly. "You didn't exactly make it easy for me to walk away. But you didn't force anything on me either. I did want this, nothing was done against my will, it was a battle between my mind and my body," I reply back to you. "Sir." I throw in at the end. You smile back toward me, "Your body just needed a bit of help convincing your mind is all. But that does not mean that you are going to get out of these punishments. After all, it is my decision to pleasure or punish at my will, and I have been deprived of that for more than 2 weeks now, and my palm is twitching with the need to spank that ass." I almost giggle as I watch you shake your hand back and forth. Besides, I can not deny that a spanking gets me hot really quick. "So I am going to sit on the edge of this bed, you are going to come and ask me to spank you, and then lay yourself over my lap willingly. Do you understand." I flush red with embarrassment. This is not really what I had in mind, I was not going to ask for a spanking. That was too embarrassing. It was humiliating enough to have to lay myself over your lap like some sort of school girl, and ask you to punish me. "Well?" you question looking at me. I decide to put my own little twist on it to save face somewhat, and try to sneak one over on you. I nod my head to you, affirming that I understand, and you sit down on the bed. I walk over, and lay myself over your lap, "will you please spank me?" I say not having to face you. I feel a hard smack come down on my ass, and then, "get up and do it the way I told you the first time. I want to see you ask me, and you had better address me correctly next time as well." I sigh as I pull myself off your lap, this being even more humiliating than it would have been had I just did it as you said the first time. I feel the heat coming off my face as I stand before you with my hands still bound. I take a deep breath, "Sir, will you please spank me," the words roll off my tongue and I am sure my face is scarlet red. I feel you looking at me, your gaze piercing me, but I can not bring myself to look up at you. I feel so foolish. "What are you needing spanked for?" you persist in your questions. I feel the humiliation burning, as I realize that you are going to continue this until you are satisfied. I pause not wanting to answer you. "Alright have it your way... we start at the beginning and do this until you get it right. Walk out of the room, then come back in and start at the beginning." I feel a flash of anger cross over my body, as I turn as walk away bitterly. This is ridiculous I think to myself, as I walk out, I refuse to play these mind games with him. I am better than this. I take a breath walking with determination back into the room. "Sir, will you please deliver my spanking now," I ask defiantly, looking right back at you. "And what did you do to deserve a spanking?" you respond. "I was not dressed as you commanded, even though I was not technically your slave at the time," I respond sarcastically. "Again," you point to the door. I look at you, feeling defiant, and turn to walk out grumbling under my breath. This is just absurd. I walk back into the room angrily. I watch you as I approach, and when I stand before me, all you say is, "Submit to me NOW," then you point to the door. I look up at you is astonishment, that you are making me go through this. A defeated sigh, and I walk from the room. When I get out into the hall way, I take a deep breathe, tell myself to put my pride to the side, and just do as you have said. I walk back into the room, and approach you, I see you watching me from the bed, I grit my teeth as I approach. "Sir," I say as politely as I can muster, "will you please deliver my spanking now." I see the smile perk at the corner of your lips. "And what has my slave done to deserve a spanking," the same question over and over again. I grit my teeth, resisting the urge to shoot off my mouth, "I was not dressed in a way that pleased you sir." "And how many spanks should be delivered to rectify this?" you question. I feel a fresh flush cover my skin, as I try to quickly decide a response that will not have me back in the hallway starting this humiliation again from the beginning, "as many as you deem appropriate sir." "And a few more on top of that for that smart mouth of yours would be warranted," you chastise. "Permission is granted." "Yes sir," I respond feeling defeated as I voluntarily lay myself over your lap, placing my bound hands above my head. "I will allow you to select the instrument of delivery, slave," you tell me, and I can sense the smile on your face without being able to see it. "Your hand please, sir," I reply feeling the humiliation sink deeper through my body. "Why do you prefer my hand," you ask. Dear God please let the questions stop I think to myself. "I don't know," I say attempting to end the conversation. I feel your hand rubbing my ass cheeks, as you contemplate my response. "Is it the pain that whip and crop provide?" you question. The touch begins to distract me from the embarrassment that has rippled through my body. "I... I like the skin on skin contact, it isn't about the pain, you are careful to gauge my reaction regardless of what you use to punish me, and not take it too far sir." "I suppose you prefer my hand on your tits and pussy too then," you question as you continue stroking my ass. "Actually no, I prefer the whip on my breasts, and the crop on my pussy." I say a bit breathlessly, "although I always enjoy your hands on my body." You pause for a moment, contemplating my response. "Why?" you question. I feel myself flush again, wondering if the red on my face will soon match my ass, as I struggle to verbalize myself. "I don't know, I suppose I like all the strands from the whip as it strikes a sting along my breasts and nipples, and the crop is the prefect size, and I like the smack it makes against my skin as the leather strikes down." I feel my body responding from the dialogue, my body yearning at this point for the punishments. "Then you shall have them as you desire tonight," you respond and start smacking down on my ass. Your hand coming down rhythmically in a sharp series of spanks that take my breathe away. I can't help but cry out in pain as the initial slaps sting... but soon my cries become moans, as the pain gives way to pleasure. Before long I feel myself grinding down on your lap, looking for something for my pussy to find relief on, and I can feel your cock erect again beneath me. I can feel the wetness between my legs, and my nipples hard against my bra. "Please..." I moan out to you. You pause, rubbing my now red ass, "yes slave?" "Please, fuck me sir, I want to cum." I moan desperately needing my pussy filled. I hear you chuckle softly, knowing that you have me completely at your will. "Not yet slave," you say moving one hand between my legs, "but I can feel that you are enjoying this," you say rubbing the lips of my pussy. "Ooooh," I moan out and press my pussy into your hand, "please sir, I want to cum." I find your fingers and start circling down on them, rubbing my clit against your hand shamelessly. I know how I must look right now, but I am overcome with a desire to cum. You allow this to go on for a minute, no doubt enjoying the show with my reddened ass gyrating before you, my arms bound ahead of me, while I use your hand to derive unspeakable pleasures. I feel the orgasm mounting and the moans escalate, the orgasm I so desire teetering on the edge. "Please master, I need to cum, please...." I continue using your hand to fuck my pussy. "I already told you no," you say matter-of-factly. I stop moving, knowing that too much more and the orgasm will come whether I want it to or not. "You torture me," I complain, turning my head into the mattress in silent protest. "You torture yourself, I said no when you first asked, you took it upon yourself to get into this state." You reply. I curse in my head, hating it when you are right. "Please sir, please fuck me," I beg again. "But I am not done spanking you," you reply stroking my ass once more. You hear me moan into the mattress, and I can sense your amusement at the situation. "I am feeling generous though," you begin speaking again, "I will shove this vibrator up into your pussy and put it on high. The rabbit ears will be right over your clit. You may cum as often as you like. In fact I will not stop spanking you or remove the vibe until you beg me to. But in return, for my generosity, you must first remain on the edge for 10 minutes, with no orgasm, and I will continue spanking at my leisure. If you cum before the ten minute mark, you will be punished severely. Do you accept?" I consider your offer, my pussy so desperate to be fucked, but I am not sure I can maintain the edge for ten minutes, not with the vibe going and the spanking sending tantalizing sensations rippling through me. But then again, if I can make it for just ten minutes, then I can have as many as I like. "Yes," I reply greedily imagining multiple orgasms washing over my body. "Mmmm, I do believe that you are going to find this harder than you realized, in fact, I know you will, because I intend to make this very difficult," you say, and I can hear the wicked smile behind your words. Dammit, I should know better than to make deals with you by now, it never turns out in my favor. But I make up my mind, that this time, I will not break down before the 10 minutes are up, and then I will cum... many times. I will not beg you to stop until I can not breathe. I feel you shifting, then the familiar feeling of my vibe being thrust into my pussy. You thrust it a few times, and make sure the rabbit ears are positioned over my clit. "Are you ready slave," you question. "Yes sir," I moan out enjoying the feeling of my pussy being filled. I feel the vibrations start and moan once more into the mattress. I must focus on something else, anything else, to keep my mind away from the orgasm my body is lunging towards. SMACK.. a powerful slap sends ripples through my body, causing me to jerk on your lap. "Ahhh," I cry out loud. Then another on the opposite cheek, so hard I almost bounce off your lap. Then soft soothing rubbing, that takes the sting away, and begins fueling the fires toward my orgasm. For what feels like thirty minutes you confuse my body alternating between hard smacks, light taps, and caressing my ass cheeks. I am moaning loudly, my orgasm pounding for release. My clit is on fire with every nerve responding to the stimulation, and my pussy squeezing against the vibe ready to release in spasm. "How much.... longer master," I pant between moans. "Haha..." you laugh triumphantly, "it has only been 4 minutes." "Oh God, I cant make it another 6 minutes sir," I groan. "Then beg for me to stop, and it all goes away, no more spanks, no more vibe... but no orgasms either," you reply calming smacking my ass lightly. I groan into the mattress again, now understanding your plan. You love to hold me on the edge. "Please allow me to cum early," I beg. A hard smack snaps down on my ass, causing my to bounce on your lap, and then hiss as the sting reverberates through, then moan as the vibe rippled waves of pleasure, almost sending me over the edge. "No, a deal is a deal, and you readily agreed." You begin stroking my ass, and gently smacking down, the vibes persistently pushing for the euphoric release that I want, my clit on fire. I know that I will not be able to hold out for ten minutes, but the pending orgasm is bound to be worth the wait, if I can just force myself to hold out. I moan, feeling my body take over, as I arch up, pressing my ass into your palm. I feel your hand move from my ass and onto the vibrator, gently thrusting it. "Oh God, please sir," I feel my legs shift wider, and I start grinding on the vibe, your other hand massaging my ass cheeks. "What is it you are begging for slave?" you probe. "Release," I groan as you increase the speed, "I can't hold it, please ...." "It has only been 6 minutes, you either hold it, or beg for me to stop." You reply, denying my pleas. I groan my discontent with your response, my breathing heavy and labored. I know I can no longer wait. I will either cum without permission, and suffer the consequences, or beg you to stop... and I do not want that kind of punishment. "Please master, mercy... please stop." The vibe shuts off immediately, and I feel you slowly remove it from my wet pussy. I feel my body relax, and the orgasm withdrawal to a manageable level. I groan again, as what I so deeply desire is refused to me. You allow me to lay over your lap for a few minutes, letting my body wind down. I still feel the fire burning, the need still there, but being held at bay now. "Alright... I think it is time to punish those tits," you say giving my ass a light tap, signaling me to get up. "Yes sir," I say a bit begrudgingly, " as I pull myself from your lap. You reach over with a pair of scissors and clip off the binding on my hands. "Take off the rest of those clothes," you say ignoring the disdain in my voice, "and ask me for your punishment." I feel myself flush red again as I face the embarrassment of having to ask you to punish me. I slide the shirt off, and take the bra off, standing before you completely naked. You gaze at me for a moment. "Submit to me now," you say looking at me daringly. As I swallow my pride, I take a breath, "Master, I submit, will you please punish me." I see the evil smile perk at your lips, as you know how hard it is for me to do this, "what have you done to warrant this punishment?" I grit my teeth, as I fight the urge to be a smart ass, and I see your eyebrow cock up as you anticipate my response. I sigh, deciding to mind my tongue and not prolong the humiliation I know you will inflict upon me if I do not respond appropriately, "I was not dressed in a way that pleased you, sir, I was wearing a bra." "And how should I punish you for that offense, slave?" you question. "By whipping my breasts and nipples, sir" I respond, feeling my body warming at the idea of what is to come. "Up on the bed, on your knees, at the head of the bed, back to the headboard, legs spread," you command. I silently do as I'm told. I rub my wrists lightly, looking at you, waiting eagerly for you to command me. "Legs spread wider, I want that dripping wet cunt about 6 inches from the mattress, and arms out stretched to the sides." I feel myself blush again, as I comply to your orders. You take each arm, and bind it to the headboard, so that I am outstretched before you. I feel so exposed, and vulnerable, yet at the same time my body is already yearning for you. I watch as you pick up the whip, the black strands dangling before me. You glaze it along my collarbone, and down between my breasts. I see your erection, and I can almost feel it sinking deep into my pussy. Submit to Me NOW I feel you move the vibe beneath my pussy positioning the tip just at the entrance to my core. "Same deal as before, except now you have to add the 4 minutes from last time to the clock. So no orgasm for 14 minutes, while I punish those beautiful tits of yours. However, since you made it through the last line of questions without letting that mouth of yours run off, I will allow you to control the depth of penetration. If you desire more, then grind down. But the tip must always stay touching you. If you cum before the 14 minutes are up, then you will be severely punished. However, if you make it to the end, then I will remove that vibe, lay down beneath that dripping pussy, and you will show me what a good slut you are as you fuck my face until you have cum all over me." I gasp out at the deal you have laid before me, and accept it quickly, "yes sir," I say enthusiastically. Your amused laugh rings out, "then let us begin," you say as you turn the vibe on high. I decide that I am not going to grind down at all, there is no need to torture myself, and I want my prize at the end of this 14 minutes. I feel your mouth and tongue hot over my breasts, as you suck and bite down on them. I let my body sag into your mouth, enjoying the sensations over my nipples. As I sag I realize that an inch of that plastic vibrating cock has penetrated into me. I moan in pleasure, wanting more, but knowing that I must refrain. Already I feel the orgasm mounting again. I know it will not be long and I will be on the edge. I hear the faint whisper and a movement of air followed abruptly by the sound of a swishing whip, and my screaming voice. The strands of the whip bite sharply into my breast. The sudden surprise of it had caught me totally off guard, and my scream was as much of shock as it was of pain. I grasped the ropes on my hands tighter, trying to brace myself for what might come next. I waited for the pain once more... Instead, your fingertips run lightly over the breast that had just been whipped; your touch at once soothing and refreshing. As you softly brush my breast with your fingers, your other hand moves down the front of my body, light as a feather, across my stomach, in soft, delightful concentric circles. Your hand cupping my aroused breast, holding its weightiness like a small pineapple, then kneading it gently. I moan in response. I didn't even hear the whip this time as it comes down on my other breast, causing me to squeal out again, as my body jerks in response. You hardly give me a moment to react before you begin whipping my breasts, alternating each one, with slightly less force than the two initial strikes. My breathing becoming ragged from the pain. As I yelp out from each strike against my body. I feel my breasts, skin tight, nipples erect and burning. You pause, "are you alright," Through my gasps for breath I somehow tell you that I am fine. Yes, fine. In fact, the hard part for my mind to accept, is that there was a strange but definite sense that I can take more. Even, perhaps, that I want more. I feel your hands leave me, and I suck in air sharply, as I feel the whip begin coming down on my breasts again. You spin it in circles swiftly, making the strands bite down every couple of seconds on my breast. I feel my arousal building, and my pussy is aching for deeper penetration, to feel the pulsing vibrations deeper. The pain and pleasure melding into one, as you continue to punish my breasts. I feel my head spinning into a euphoric state and I am breathless. You stop the whips, gently guiding the strands over my erect nipples, my skin reddened from the continuous whipping. "How much more sir?" I whisper my voice breathless and a bit raspy. "You are doing well slave, 6 minutes to go," I can sense how turned on you are by the tone in your voice. I feel you move the whip lower and lower, and then I feel the strands tickling my pussy. "Yes, please master." I moan in desire. "You want me to whip your pussy?" you question. "Yes," I try to thrust my hips toward you, but only succeed in gyrating the vibrator a bit deeper into my dripping pussy. I feel your hand slide down between my legs and between my lips. "You are wanton," you hiss in my ear as you bring a wet finger up to my lips. I open my mouth eagerly, as you hold your hand tightly over my mouth, your finger sheathed inside, while I greedily sucked. Yes, I am wanton... Lustful... Shameless... "No, that pussy will be punished soon enough, as tempting as it is, we will both wait for that," I feel the whip bite into my breast again, and I scream out as the pain sears through my nipple. First one then the next. I strain against the ropes, as my head begins to spin, the vibrator about half way into my pussy, and the orgasm now beating at the door ready for release. "Please sir, please I need to cum." "You had better not, or you will be severely punished," you let the whip fall down harshly across one breast causing my body to jerk in response and a shout of pain. "How much longer, master," I question trying to breathe through the need to cum. "Only 2 more minutes," you respond. I can do this I coach myself, only 2 minutes. Hold it together and you will have the biggest orgasm of your life. I feel the circling whip coming down on my right breast, with just enough force to make the sting hurt in a good way. I moan, letting my head fall back and my body sag down a little further onto the vibrator. My pussy surges and I gasp and fight to hold the orgasm back, almost losing control. "Oh God," I scream out, "please sir." "One minute to go," the circling whip moves to my other breast, and I gasp out as the fresh sting hits nerves directly linked to my clit, and I almost lose the last strand of control I cling to. "Oh God, oh God, Oh God," I start chanting out as the strands drive me further and further, my head in a daze, my body trembling with the need to cum. "Cum now," I hear the words penetrate through the clouds I hover in. Like a slice of heaven, the permission granted, I cum, and cum, and cum. My orgasm rippling through my body in wave after wave, as I am orbited off the Earth into another dimension, beyond conscious thought. I don't know how much time goes by before I feel you unbinding my hands, then moving the vibe from my pussy. I sit back on the bed, and feel myself descend back to earth, still unable to form coherent thoughts or sentences. "How was that orgasm," you question as your fingers dance their way from my shoulder down to my wrists, now red from pulling against the restraints. "Out of this world," I comment. "You see what happens when you accept who you are, and submit to me," you state confidently. "I do," I smile back to you, knowing that ordinary sex can never make me feel this way. We make some mindless chatter for a few minutes as my body comes fully back down to Earth from the after effects of that orgasm. "Good, now up on your knees again, I did promise you one other thing if you made it through that punishment, and I need to have that pussy prepared for your final round. "Yes sir," I respond, eager for this experience as I stand on my knees. I feel you slide your head between my thighs, and tug me down so I am straddling your face. Then that luscious tongue begin its work, licking my pussy from one end to the other. "Oh master," I cry out as I feel a shutter through my body, "It feels so good." "Show me what a slut you are," I hear you say from beneath my core. Then I feel your hands squeeze my ass cheeks hard and pull them apart as your tongue moves back and forth. You bite one of my ass cheeks, making me jerk, before you start licking again. I feel you push a finger into my shaved wet pussy, and I moan and grind down. Then another, and you start pushing harder, slowly fucking my pussy. I feel your tongue slide in around your fingers, and I grunt and moan in pleasure. My pussy wide open to you for your pleasure, and my own. I know that I must look like a complete slut as I rock and pump down on your face, but I can not help myself as the experience is so erotic. I feel you start to lick up and down my slit, as you use your fingers to pull the folds of my swollen pussy lips away from my clit. I feel your tongue press down on it and I almost scream in ecstasy. My clit is rock hard, and I feel you hum against it, as you continue stimulating my hole with your fingers. "OH MY GOD," I scream as you suck on my clit, surging my body toward my next orgasm. You move your heavenly lips from my clit, and I feel you suck one of my lips into your mouth, playing with it on your tongue, then move to the other for the same treatment. I grind my pussy, and I feel the orgasm about to wash over me, my moans growing louder and louder. "Oh master, lick my pussy and make me scream," I cry out. I feel your tongue in response, circling my clit. Shocks of pleasure ripple through my body and hitting directly against my pulsing throbbing clit. I feel you suck my entire pussy into your mouth and hum all over it as your tongue fucks and licks around it, and I can't take it anymore as my body erupts again into orgasm. I feel you continue licking lightly, lapping up the juices from my orgasm as I come down from another high. I look in front of me, and see your outstretched legs, and your rock hard, fully erect cock standing straight up before me, and I can't help but lean over to start sucking it. I feel your body tense in surprise, as I start to suck you deep into my mouth, then a groan of acceptance as I start bobbing my head up and down and you slide in and out of my mouth. As I pull back I flick the head of your cock with my tongue, then quickly suck all the way down until my lips touch your balls, and your cock hit the back of you my throat. I hold for a few seconds then draw away, strings of saliva connecting your prick to my tongue. I continue licking and sucking and deep throating your throbbing cock, making you moan with desire. I start to squeeze the hilt of your dick with one hand, fondling your balls with the other, and licking the head of cock with my mouth. I am certain that you can feel the pressure building up in your balls by now. I deep throat you again and then pull back sucking in hard as I move up your shaft. I can feel your body tense, preparing for orgasm. "Master, will you fuck my ass now?" "With pleasure slave," you respond flipping me off of you so quickly that I'm afraid I will topple off the bed. But as quickly as I am off of you, you grab my ankle and drag me back. "Hands and knees slave," you growl with lust in your voice. As I attempt to follow your command I am no sooner up on my hands and knees then your hands are on my hips pulling me back to your waiting cock. I feel you penetrate and moan in pleasure. I am taken back to the training you gave my ass at the beginning of our relationship, and how I initially cursed you for it, and slowly came around to love it. "Rub that clit," you command. You waste no time, already on the verge or orgasm, and start driving full force into my ass. Driving with such force I almost lose my balance, and fall on my face on the bed. "Oh, oh, oh," I cry out with each thrust, and my clit on fire from all the stimulation. In mere minutes, I hear you grunt as you start to cum deep in my ass. "Ahhhh," the simple expression of satisfaction, makes me smile knowing that you are satisfied and happy, and I am fulfilled knowing that I was the one to bring you that satisfaction. A few moments pass by, then I feel you withdraw from me. "I do believe there is one final punishment for you today," you say swatting my ass playfully. I moan in response and flatten myself from the mattress, not wanting to put myself forward for another round of questions. "Get up, I spent time getting that pussy ready for this, and I am going to have to repeat work now, thanks to you detouring me...though I did enjoy the results of that." I feel your fingers begin probing my pussy again, softly circling my clit. I arch my back up raising to my hands and knees in response, with a moan of pleasure. I rock back into your hand, wanting more of your touch. "MMMM never satisfied... you always want more. This pussy is so responsive, I could have you cumming in minutes if I choose to," you observe. "Yes, please sir." I moan in response, grinding down. "Hahaha that wasn't an offer, now stand up and beg me to punish your pussy," you reply triumphantly. I groan as I roll off the bed, and stand before you. You sit up, moving to the edge of the bed, and beckon me closer with a "come here" finger. Not sure what you are plotting, I move forward cautiously. You reach forward and slide two fingers back between the lips of my pussy, continuing the teasing of my clit. I feel my body heat up, and instinctively spread my legs to give you better access. "Now submit to me, and beg me to spank this pussy," you speak with authority. Now the reason for me struggling to spit the words out has little to do with stuffing my pride, and feeling humiliated, and more to do with focusing through the waves of pleasure washing over my body. "Submit," you persist, pinching my clit sharply between your fingers. I gasp out from the shock, and the pain that shoots through my pussy. "Yes, sir," I reply quickly, to let you know that I am putting the words together, I just need to breath for a moment. You understand and begin rubbing again. "I submit to you, .....please.... ooohhh.... punish my pussy.... for not dressing as you ordered, sir." "Very nice, and how long should I punish this pussy slave," you respond. Without thinking I respond, "Until I cum sir." You pause for a moment, and I realize what I have said, I don't think that I can cum from having my pussy spanked. "I mean, as long as you see fit, sir," I try to correct myself. "Too late," you respond, your fingers rubbing my clit with fervor "I like that first suggestion. I am going to spank this pussy until you cum, and once that orgasm quakes through your body, then I am going to fuck you. I am going to fuck you until you are gasping for air, I am going to fuck you until you can not walk, and you beg me to stop. Only when I hear you begging for mercy, only then will I stop." "I don't think I can cum from that," I moan my knees about to buckle. Despite how much I enjoy having my pussy spanked, it still scares me, because the potential for the pain to be too much very quickly is high. "I will be the judge of that," you reply. "Now get on this bed, and lay on your back, legs spread wide. If your hands attempt to block me, I will bind them, and if those legs attempt to block me, I will tie them. That means I will have to stop what I'm doing, and you will have no stimulation during that time....and the punishment will be prolonged. So you best control yourself. Do you understand?" "Yes sir," I comply, sure my nervousness shows through my voice, as I move away from your hand, and get back up on the bed. I lay down immediately, raise my knees up and spread my legs wide, so that my glistening, swollen pussy opens up to you. "Mmmm," you growl in approval, and pick up the riding crop. You begin to rub the leather down my slit and over my clit. "Oh," I moan out loud raising my hips toward the crop. I feel the light taps as you gently start spanking down with the crop, sending pleasuring pulses through my pussy. Light and fast, increasing slowly in intensity and force; until I am breathless with a mixture of arousal and pain, then with a quick flick you sharply slap the crop directly over my clit. I scream out, and feel my legs close over my pussy, as I immediately open up again, not wanting you to bind me. "Tisk tisk," you say rubbing the crop against my swollen sex, "that better not happen again or I will have to bind those legs." "Yes sir," I moan as you play with my pussy with the instrument of pain. Again the soft spanks start, and I begin panting, I can feel an orgasm building. I can feel how wet my pussy is as the crop comes down and makes a wet smacking sound with each smack. My orgasm is building and building, but not at a point where I can obtain release. The smacks becoming harder now, I feel my legs twitch with each one, as I groan in pleasure and pain. "Oh God, please sir," "Yes slave," you stop the spanking and go back to rubbing my clit. My breathing is labored, I just want your cock inside of me, pounding deep into my pussy, I just want you to, "Fuck me," I demand finishing the thought out loud, without even realizing it. SMACK! The crop comes down sharply over my pussy causing me to scream out, snapping my legs closed momentarily, then back open almost as quickly. "I'm sorry, I thought I heard you demand something... I must not have heard you correctly, would you care to repeat yourself," you reply coolly. "No sir, I'm sorry," I reply as you begin your light swats again. Building and building, the fire burning just beneath the surface and out of reach. Now as each strike comes down you stroke my clit up and down before lifting and swatting again. I moan in pleasure, as the added stimulation edges me that much closer, the fire picking up momentum. "Please sir, I need you to fuck me," my voice whines, desperate for you to end the torture and give me what I want. I know that if you would sink your dick into me I would be cumming in less than a minute. "I (spank) don't (spank) think (spank) so," you say smacking down with a bit more force on each word. Then you go back to rubbing my clit. I moan out, wanting so badly for you to push me over the edge. I purr as you use the crop to rub my sensitive clit, and raise up my pussy as you keep rubbing, grinding into it. "Please make me cum, sir" I cry out as I feel the orgasm move in closer and closer. You continue rubbing, and I continue grinding and I feel the orgasm ready to overpower me. You sense the change as start the light spanks again, swatting at my clit and pussy lips and I cry out in pleasure. "Master I need to cum please," I plead with you. "Maintain the edge," you say quickly spanking my pussy with swat after swat. I feel my pussy trembling, each swat pushing the orgasm higher and higher, as I fight to not let it break through. "What do you have to say to me," you say smacking a little harder, a little faster. My body surges and I feel the orgasm push towards me, aching for release, the slow burning fire, now an intense heat wave that threatens to burn me to the ground. I take a deep breathe, "You own me, I am your slave, my body is meant for fucking and breeding, please fuck me and breed me sir." There it is, the mantra of our relationship. The confirmation to both of us, that you do indeed own me. I stretch my legs open even wider, giving you even more access, "please, sir," I whine. I want more, I want you to keep spanking my pussy, I want to cum, I want.... "Cum now," I hear your voice pierce me, as you keep spanking. I feel the release wash over me as I start to cum, each swat dragging the orgasm out further. Before the orgasm has subsided, I feel you on top of me, thrusting into me. "Ohhhhhh yes," I cry out to you, feeling you powerfully thrusting into me. Driving me deeper and deeper, as my pussy convulses in orgasm, involuntarily shaking and spasming around your cock. You don't stop, you just keep thrusting, again and again, right through my orgasm, never relenting, never pausing, never losing momentum. I scream in ecstasy, as the orgasms keep rippling through my body in one never ending cycle, it seems as if they are never ending, just one long continuous orgasm. I feel light headed, unable to catch my breath, as you keep delivering one thrust after another. My body feels like one basket of nerves, and I feel like I might explode from the over stimulation. "Please," I cry out, barely able to form the word. "Please," I say again as another orgasm ripples through my body, "no..... more,..... I ...........can't ............take..... anymore." I feel you thrust a few more times, and then groan as you explode into my tormented pussy. You collapse down on top of me, both of us panting and out of breath.