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Submitting

By: babydolltrucker



I am shaking with anticipation. We have been discussing the topic of submission for a while. I have never given ALL control to a man in my life. But, I am feeling the desire to give you the reigns and let you take me to new heights of ecstasy. Teach me the pleasure of pain. Show me that the loss of control is not a terrible thing.

I think I'm ready. I trust you enough not to hurt me. Yet, push my comfort zone out a little at a time. We have agreed to the code word. 

You have asked me to meet you here, a motel. And to be in lingerie that makes me easily accessible to you without taking any of it off. 

I am in black thigh high hose, black open crotch panties and a black bustier with no cups in it. To leave my nipples accessible. I am lying on the bed in a candle lit room just thinking about what is about to happen.

I hear your key in the door and I close my eyes. I wait for you to enter and begin the game. I am dripping with pussy juice at the anticipation. My stomach is quivering and my legs start to shake as you draw near me. 

I feel your hands on the inside of my thighs and I hear you whisper, "It's going to be alright."

I take a deep breath as I feel you take a hold of my wrists and draw them up over my head. I feel the ties go around both wrists and then tighten against the headboard. I feel the blindfold cover my eyes and my breath is almost taken away. "This is really going to happen," I'm thinking. 

I hear you clothes coming off and put on the table next to the door. I feel the warmth of your body as it draws close to me and covers me. I feel your cock on my lips and I reach out my tongue to lick it. You pull it away from me and tell me that you'll give me what you want me to have. I feel it rub my lips and slowly it starts to part them, seeking the warmth of the inside of my mouth. You press it in and pull it out. When you press it in again it goes a little deeper. 

You repeat the action until it is going down my throat. I am moaning around your cock in my mouth. I feel your hands reach behind my head and force me deeper onto your cock. Several strokes and many moans into this I feel your cock start to twitch and I feel the warmth and taste the saltiness of your cum. You let part of it go into my mouth and then pull it out and come all over my tits.

You tell me I am now to be punished for making you come so soon. I am not allowed to come, no matter what. I feel ties wrap behind my knees and I feel first one then the other being pulled up and tied to opposite bedposts. I am now fully exposed. And extremely helpless. I moan as I feel your tongue gently flick the ring in my hood. I feel you lay on the bed and begin to rub my pussy. I gasp when I feel your mouth cover my nipple and begin to suck. I feel your teeth grab hold of the ring and begin to tug as your finger slips inside of me. My ass lifts higher off the bed as I try to get that finger deeper. Your mouth moves off my nipple and your finger pulls out of my pussy and I hear you move away. 

"You are to lie there and let me do what I want." you tell me.

I let out a cry as I feel the whip come down on my bare pussy. I feel my pussy moisten and open up. Before the tingle from the first one goes away I feel another slap of the whip. And I moan loudly. 

I feel your finger go back inside of me and begin to pump in and out. I feel another slide in next to it and groan with pleasure. After a few strokes I feel finger #3 slip in there and I instinctively tighten. It is slightly painful. I feel your lips kiss the inside of my thigh and begin to relax. You move you fingers in and out for a minute before I feel the coolness of a lube being poured all over my hot pussy. 

I know what is next. I have been telling you I wanted to try fisting and I think it is about to happen.

I feel your pinky begin to push its way in and I gasp as the pain tears through me. Again, I feel your lips kiss my thigh and I begin to relax. Your hand starts to rotate and I feel you moving your fingers inside me. I like the full feeling it is giving me. 

More lube and I feel the thumb begin to work its way in. I scream and almost give you the code word. The pain is unreal!! And just as it starts it is over and you whisper to me to look.

You remove the blindfold and I can see your entire hand inside my dripping, hot pussy. I feel your fingers close and you begin to move it in and out. Your knuckles are rubbing my g-spot and I feel myself starting to come. The warm feeling in my belly builds faster and I begin to scream. 

Right as I start to come you yank your hand out. This causes me to go right over the edge. I flood come all over the bed and your hand. I can feel it pouring down the crack of my ass. 

"I told you no coming." You say.

I feel my legs being released from the ties as you turn me onto my belly. My wrists are even more tightly restrained now. I can barely move my arms.

You push me up onto my knees and spread them apart.

I feel the whip again on my ass and begin to moan. I feel it several times before I feel your hand replace it. I jump as the palm of your hand makes connection with my freshly fisted pussy. I feel your tongue slide down the crack of my ass and probed my asshole. I groan in pleasure. You run your tongue around the outside before pushing it in to the dark little hole. I push back against it. You spank me again. I am dripping again now. But I relax to let you have your way.

I feel one hand come down on the left ass cheek, hard. And the other comes down on the right ass cheek, hard. As you spread the cheeks apart I feel your cock push up against the place your tongue had just been. I groan loudly as you push it in slowly. I am moaning consistently now as you push in and pull out. Slowly, at first, then faster and deeper.

You are fucking my ass now. And I am screaming for you to do it harder and deeper and faster. And I let out an animal growl as I feel you're hot cum fill up my ass. 

My legs are weak so I stretch them out and I feel you collapse on top of me. I love the feeling of your cock going limp in my ass. And, my ass still twitching around it. I feel my hands free from the restraints. As I roll over you slide out of me. 

You kiss me and tell me I did well. And begin to kiss me more.

"Thank you." I whisper against your lips before falling to the depths of sleep.

Submitting in Flight



****This story is a fictional fantasy. i wrote it though, in factual obedience to my Dom, as He requested that i write Him a story to help Him through an erotic "drought" of sorts. (He was on holidays in both Dubai and Australia over the Christmas time, and had to borrow someone else's computer, etc.) this was my special offering. enjoy!

*

I was so very happy, as I was getting the chance to travel over-seas for the Christmas holidays. As excited as I was though, I was already kind of tired and worn down. That flight from Phoenix to Glasgow was such a long one, and now I was stuck again- I was confined to the tiny compartmentalized seating of another plane from Dubai to Sydney. . .

However, there was this gentleman who completely caught my eye. He was much older, but extremely handsome. He was bigger, but in firm condition and looked as he had played and still enjoyed a sport of some type. His attire displayed a certain liking of rugby. . .

He sat a few rows to the front and right of my ticketed seat, and "lucky" for me, I could sort of stare and ogle without him noticing too much. Or, so I thought. . .

Midway through the flight, I had to make a trip to the restroom, and as the aisles are never wide enough, I had to sort of sidle my way up and through.

Well, lo & behold, just as I sort of stepped by my "mystery" man, I felt his hand graze the mid of my ass. And just as quick, I am sure one of his fingertips actually touched the tip-top of my stocking where it met up with the clasp of my garter.

Being slightly over-tired, I was hungry, and cranky, but I was also very, very horny. His touch even as brief as it was, was electrifying.

Immediately, my nipples hardened and my pussy got soaking wet.

Glancing back, our eyes caught each other's view--- I knew then, that something amazing was going to happen between us. 

Before this plane was to land, my life was going to be changed forever. . .

We had been in the air about 10 hours or so, and as it was actually dark outside, the cabin lights had been dimmed significantly. Most of the passengers were dozing away. . . 

I could not sleep.

He was still awake too, and I couldn't help but to wonder what he was doing or what he was thinking about.

Did he know? Did he understand what power he had over me, already?

As it is customary to be provided with a little blanket for this type of flight, I was so grateful for it. For at that moment, I decided to try and placate some of my lustful needs. . .

While wrapping the blanket around my lap, I placed the tray in a "down" position. I was doing my best to cover my lap even further, when I took one of my hands and pulled up my skirt. Within the hidden confines of that burly blankie, I slipped a couple of fingers under the cusp of my lacy thong, and gave my cunt a nice massaging. . .

Laying my head back upon more of the headrest of the seat, I closed my eyes--- I had overheard him as he ordered his drink earlier. He had asked for a Jack and coke, and he spoke with an accent. It was an interesting blend of both Australian & Scottish, I think.

The origin of it wasn't all that important. For, the effect it had on me was what was made so erotically evident. . . Hearing it over and over in mind, my cunt began to tighten to prepare for its release. . .

Thoughts of him and what we could be doing together made me cum, and they made me cum hard. . . 

I requested some extra napkins from the steawardess, and wiped my hand as nonchalantly as I could muster.

And then I noticed, that he too, had signaled for help from that same stewardess- He handed her what looked like a folded up piece of paper.

About five seconds later, she was before me again, and handed me the note.

It read: "You are such a filthy and dirty whore! I know you were frigging your wet little cunt back there. Do it again, just for me. This time though, when you finish, I demand that you lick and suck your fingers clean. I'll be watching."

I should have been embarassed, maybe even ashamed. And, as I was a bit "stunned" I did blush a bit and tried to avert my eyes. But, our line of sight met up yet again--- 

I was turned on beyond an understanding of natural logic.

I actually wanted to masturbate for him on this plane! I wanted to make myself cum for him! And yes, I couldn't wait to suck all of those cum juices off of my fingers just for him!

And that's exactly what I proceeded to do. And that's exactly what he proceeded to do- He turned his head back to the left and he watched. 

Our glances were locked together, and as my orgasm neared (in a record-breaking time) I had to grab my short cardigan and put it in my mouth to help muffle and stifle my screams that were begging to escape. . . My entire body shivered and was wracked with spasms as my cunt spurted and spurted and spurted. . .

Within another minute, I saw him signal to the stewardess and hand her another note. My pulse quickened as I realized that I might be given another "command." I couldn't hide my smile. . . 

This time, the note read:

"You are such a good girl, but a good little whore like you needs to do more for me, I think. Make another trip to the loo, take off those panties of yours, and when you walk back to your seat, you will hand them to me."

Was he kidding? I looked up for a moment. No he was dead serious, and the truth was, that I couldn't get out of my seat fast enough. . . 

But, shit! I had gushed all over them, and they were drenched! I had truly soaked them through and through. Oh, well. . . I couldn't disappoint. . .

I did it. And as I sat back down, I saw him, and I was mortifed- He was holding my panties, and he was sniffing them, and then he stuffed them into his right trouser pocket. . .

One more time, he handed the stewardness a little hand-written treasure, and one more time, I was given the pleasure of reading it-

"No matter what your plans were in Sydney, they are canceled. As soon as this plane de-boards, follow me!"

Holy fucking shit! Was he crazy? Was I crazy? But I knew exactly what I would do-I gathered my things from the overhead compartment, and I kept my sights on him. . .

Even when he went into the men's restroom, I followed him. I knew that I would never deny him an obedience. 

Even when he went into a stall, I continued to follow him. . . 

He unzipped his pants, presented me with his cock, grabbed the hair on top of my head, and slammed me down to my knees.

In one fail swoop, and with a loud, "That's my good, good girl," he began to rape my mouth with his very big, hard, and long cock.

Just as I thought he might be prepared to spurt, he stopped. 

He stood me up, and turned me around. He bent me over so that my hands were splayed across the top of the toilet tank and my legs were spread wide around the width of the toilet bowl. He ripped up my skirt, spread my cheeks, and rammed his cock right into my ass-

All the while, I was in sheer ecstasy, and almost "blinded" by the spots of mind-boggling pleasure. . . 

The sound of his deep and sexy voice broke a bit through my reverie-

"You knew and know that you will always be mine. You will always be mine to fuck and to abuse in any manner that I see fit. You know that, don't you, you fucking little whore?"

I hissed out a yes, and then as I was so close to cumming, I began to writhe and wiggle and scream. . .

"Beg for it you fucking bitch! Beg for me to keep fucking your arse so fast and so well, that you can't help but to cum!"

I begged. I begged as my life depended on it.

He came first, and having all that wet, hot and stickiness dripping and shooting deep into my bowels, pushed me over the edge.

I came- He "choked" me a bit, and I came some more.

What a nice, nice holiday this was going to be. . .



Submitting Literotica for Beginners



When I first went to submit an article I was baffled by how to actually do it. I guess like most authors, I had been a long time reader of stories on this site and posted comments before I submitted a story. The one thing I did when I made comments was to type into Microsoft word, and copy and paste it into literotica. I did this to beat the spelling Nazis that only seem to comment when an author has one or two misspellings. The one thing that I noticed was that a lot of the stories had italics, bold, and underline in the context. But when I first noticed where you could submit, I experimented and couldn't figure out how to get it to work by copy and paste. Even when I made comments hitting enter between paragraphs didn't even show up. I was left wondering about getting all the different formatting to show up.

When you first go to submit a story on Literotica, there are two options to choose from.

1. Write directly into the space provided. (I would suggest not doing this so you can save what you are working on if you do not finish as well as spell check.), or

2. Copy and paste what you write directly into the space provided, or

3. Upload a file to load.

Like I said before, when I first tried to copy and paste I would loose all my italics, bold, and underline. So I typed my stories into Microsoft Word and uploaded the document onto the site, except I couldn't preview the story like you could if you copy and pasted and I was worried the first time that something would go wrong, or something would not show up correctly. When it was finally posted to the site all the formatting was included and looked just how I wanted it to.

If you are anything like me, after you submit a story you are checking Literotica every day, every chance you get to see if your story has been posted yet or how it is doing, and every time you see it isn't posted you loose a little bit of your soul. Okay, maybe not your soul, but you are a little disappointed.

On the submissions page there is a warning about submitting a file instead of copying and pasting. "it may take slightly longer to be posted because we must process .doc and .rtf files manually"

I have found that my stories submitted through .doc took 3 days longer than copy and paste. Yes, I know that in the Literotica Q&A they say it is all dependant about the volume of submissions and blah, blah, blah. But on the submission page they say it will take less time to submit when you copy and paste.

The problem is you have italics, bold, and underlining in your story and you don't want to lose it when you copy and paste it into the site.

Below please see a simple guide as to how to copy and paste and still have all of your formatting. I had to remember web page design and then trial and error to get it to work. In addition to working on submissions they also work in the comment section, yet for some reason they don't work in the feedback portal yet. You might have seen a couple things in the feedback portal and wondered what they were, some of you might have already known about it, but this is for beginners on the site.

All three of the Italics, Bold, and Underline are done in the same way. There are several steps involved.

1. Before the word or words you want formatted start with a less than sign from math class, it is obtained by pressing "SHIFT" and comma "," and it looks like this "

2. Next comes the format that you want. Type "i" for  Italics, "b" for  Bold, and "u" for Underline . 

In the comment section the following additional formats can be used: "br" for break and "p" for paragraph. The difference between break and paragraph is that break goes directly to the next line, and paragraph skips a line leaving a blank line in between your text. Break and Paragraph are not needed in stories since they appear correctly by copy and paste. (Like I said above, they do not appear correctly in the feedback portal, but look correct on the story you commented on.)

3. After the format that you want type a greater than sign by pressing "SHIFT" and period "." the greater than sign looks like this ">".

4. If you are leaving feedback as a comment and ONLY use break "br" and paragraph "p" then STOP. If you are using any other type of formatting, continue.

5. If you want two or more different types of formatting for the same selection of text, then repeat steps 1, 2, and 3.

6. Now type everything you want in that format.

7. After you typed what you want formatted you must do the following. The process is the same except for an additional step. Repeat step 1 and type a less than sign "SHIFT" and comma "," and it looks like this "

8. Type a backslash "/" it is the same key as the question mark.

9. Repeat step 2 and type the letter that corresponds with the format you used. Type "i" for  Italics, "b" for  Bold, and "u" for Underline .

10. Repeat step 3 and type a greater than sign by pressing "SHIFT" and period "." the greater than sign looks like this ">".

11. If you used more than one type of formatting you must repeat steps 7, 8, 9, and 10 for each different type of format used.

The final product should look like this: "" What you want formatted ""

After you copy and paste your text into the selection, the best thing to do to make sure you entered it right is to preview your text to make sure you entered it right before submitting. 



Submitting Myself



Submitting myself to you

I can't help this. You are my divine drug and I find that I keep throwing myself at you, even if you keep rejecting me, I'm unabashed . I want the collar and choke chains. I live for your whims and fantasies. The leather tall "come fuck me as you desire" boots. I'm your thrill dispenser, your secret lover. The nipple rings and the cunt beads wrapped tightly around your little finger. My body yields willingly. My mind surrenders. Pleasure you, my master? 

I love putting on the open crotchless panties,but you prefer the tiny black thongs. My large soft boobs hanging loose. I come crawling to you. Wild with desire. My curly hair untamed just like your pretty little thing. Seductive, sensual, passionate, wild, erotic, insatiable.

What would you like baby doll to do to you? How can I please you, my darling master. I sit at your feet and look at you. My eyes filled with servitude. Lip service. Tongue service. I'm good at everything. In fact my practised and perfected skills have all been my rewards for being a bad bad naughty girl. 

I can't wait to see what you have in store for me. My body is glistening from the beads of sweat that have been slowly forming and finding their way down my naked form. Tracing their way down my long smooth curvy back. The dip at the small of the back and the delicate fanning out on either sides following the contours of my wide fertile hips. My large round butt cheeks and that deep crack that runs through them. You love them and you worship them. I've been taking care of my touche, master . Rubbing oil and massaging them, imaging it's your strong hands.

Automatically my bum and hips lift of the ground. I'm your erotic nymph and I'm waiting and waiting , longing for just one touch from you, master. Master please. Your teasing me, my mind is going crazy. My pussy sending electric pulses and shockwaves through me. Please, one word at least master, to escape from your lips. Look lovingly to me. I live for these small moments my lord.

One word to escape from your lips.

I'm not allowed to touch you. I'm not allowed to touch myself. I'm not allowed to speak. I must just wait. It's torture. I can't bring myself to look at you because my desires escalate tenfold. I want to take you in my loving arms and show you love no other woman can ever come even close to showing you. But I'm made to look at you and your body and your face with a neutral expression. I can't exhibit any wanton desires of pleasure. So I wait and search your face and body for any signs of expression. 

You gaze over me. I know, what the sight of me does to you. My soft face and that hair tumbling around my strong shoulders. My long neck and strong jaw. You can imagine my eyes that light up every time I catch a glimpse of you looking into my eyes. My smile quickly spreading across my face and sunlight casting a new dimension to my aura. But self restrained has been put in place. Until you say I'm allowed to.

Your eyes linger for a bit and then leave my full succulent lips. Lips that enclose that wonderful tongue and warm wetness that I know, makes your head swim with raw savage desire when I open my mouth and tenderly accept your precious gift. Your eyes, look to my strong shoulders and long neck . You think, Perfect to wrap my hand around when I'm fucking her brains out. Strong shoulders indicate built for strength. It's good, since she's in for some real hard banging.

Your eyes stop and admire my full swollen heaving cream breasts. They seem to have grown and gotten even more fuller. My large brown areoles smooth and oh so soft. And my puffy nipples poking out standing proud on my chest. My memories take me back and I recall vividly your desires - wild and how you'd savagely grab them and maul them and devour them with your mouth. Your tongue sucking hard and my tits teased rock hard against the tiny electric bites. Your hand squeezing and groping and fondling my other breast. I recall moaning out with pleasure. Hurt me, squeeze me tightly. Tweak my nipples, suck me hard. It'd get me wild and squirming and on the brink of wanton desires, to do things to you. To service you and pleasure you and make sweet tender wet messy love to your cock with my mouth.

You have always loved my waist and the way my wide big hips came out from below my tiny waist. My soft stomach and flesh no glossy page model's but my very own.

My wiry pubic black hair obtrusively poking out in all directions, hiding your sweet warm place of comfort that you could lie in forever and whenever. It's yours.

My white soft thighs. The beauty lies in its soft fleshy curves enclosing my sex mound. That beautiful adequately delicious thigh gap that drives men wild. And sends you down to your deepest desires and back. My derriere your absolute favourite.

You'd love watching me model and prance around and bend over and away from you sticking my bum out and spreading my thighs slightly apart. Allowing you to glimpse my hot wet and completely soaked pussy. My thick puffy pussy lips. My labia minora , one longer than the other hanging down obscenely. My clit, turgid, swollen and pink, completely poking out from under its hood. Your mind thinks this bitch is ready for some hardcore slamming and banging . The temperature rises and so does your now fully erect hard thick cock.



Submitting Ch. 01



She was coming to him as he demanded, dressed like a school girl in a plaid skirt so short that she was terribly self-conscious in it. Underneath the skirt were ruffled white panties--the kind little girls wore under their Sunday dresses. She had on white knee-high socks and patent leather mary janes. He instructed her to wear a thin white blouse that he had mailed to her. No bra. That would interfere with the effect he wanted. Around her neck was a slave collar attached by chains to the small clamps squeezing her nipples. Not quite painfully, but almost. He wanted her hair in two pigtails as well, tied with pink ribbons. Her schoolgirl persona was complete.

To make her submission to him all the more absolute, he demanded she take a bus to meet him--no hiding in a car. As she boarded the bus, she could feel everyone's eyes on her, taking in her appearance. They first noticed the shortness of her skirt, just barely covering her panties. Next, they realized she was wearing a leather collar. Finally, she could feel everyone staring at her nipples, erect due to the clamps, but they could also see their dusky color as well due to the thin fabric of the blouse. This was exactly what he wanted, she knew. The people on the bus didn't know who she belonged to, but they knew that, indeed, she belonged to someone. 

She paid her fare, her face flaming, and quickly walked toward a seat in the middle of the bus. Again, this was his demand. No hiding in the back. He said he would know if she disobeyed, and she believed him. She sat down, noticing the heads turn to gawk. Most of the men stared with unabashed interest. Most of the women were offended by her overt display of sexuality. The bus began to move, and while she could feel eyes still upon her, she was able to think about how she felt. He had taught her to do that. To become deeply aware of how she was feeling. She was embarrassed, of course. But she also enjoyed being on display and knowing that she had probably elicited a few hardening cocks around her. There was also excitement. Excitement at her boldness to do what she had just done. Excitement, also at what was in store for her when she finally reached him. She kept her thoughts focused on what lie ahead. If she thought too long about where she was and how she looked, she wouldn't have been able to handle the embarrassment. She focused on her excitement. She knew that today was about her complete submission to him. The idea thrilled and scared her. She had never before even contemplated the idea of submitting to a man. Then again, she hadn't ever met someone like him. 

She thought about how they met. She had gone to the swinger's club as a dare to herself. She had turned 35 that year and she was trying to break out of her rut and try new things. The swinger's club was definitely new. So she had dressed in what was to her at the time her most provocative outfit. Short black skirt (short for her being anything above the knees), black stockings, red and black corset, and patent red leather stilettos. She was amazed at how different she felt in the outfit. Bolder, perhaps. Sexier, definitely. 

She had been at the club for an hour, feeling grossly out of place. She didn't dare drink more than a couple of drinks and knew she probably looked as out of place as she felt. There was some titillation in watching people be so unabashed about their sexual pleasure, but as for participating in any of it, she had declined all requests that had come her way. It did thrill her a bit to know that men and women were interested. And if she were being completely honest she was tempted to accept one of the offers from one of the ladies who had first approached her. 

She was fantasizing about what it would have been like had she said yes as she watched two females grinding against each other and deeply kissing on the dance floor. As she was lost in her fantasy, she suddenly felt someone behind her and hot breath blow across her neck and ear as a man whispered "The sensuality of two females together cannot be beat." His voice swept over her like a hot wind. Deep and masculine with a slight rasp, it was a voice that was made for listening to. Heat flooded through her as she thought of that voice saying her name. She turned around to greet her fellow voyeur and was immediately struck by the intensity of his eyes. His face was certainly attractive enough, but his eyes made her feel as though he could see every thought she had ever had. 

"Good evening." He gave her a small smile. "I'm Max. And you?"

She was again struck at the incredible sensuality of his voice and for a moment lost her place in the conversation. He looked at her expectantly.

"Oh! Maya. My name is Maya." He took her hand and turned it so he could place a kiss on her inner wrist. She immediately broke out in gooseflesh as she felt his warm lips against her sensitive skin.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Maya." Oh, Lord, she thought. Her name sounded even better than she had ever hoped it would in his voice. She looked at him as he straightened after kissing her wrist. For the first time in her thirty-plus years on this earth she was contemplating sex with a stranger. Her mind immediately went to the private rooms they had on the third floor of the club and her face flushed crimson as she imagined him hot and hard thrusting into her. He hadn't yet let go of her hand and was watching her face and chest flush with color. For a minute with the way his eyes got dark and his mouth went almost loose and hungry she thought he truly had seen her thoughts with those penetrating eyes of his. This caused her turn an even deeper shade of red. He smiled again and said, "Let's get a drink and some fresh air, shall we?" She gratefully agreed as he still had her hand and led her through the crowd to the bar. He turned to her as they got there and asked, "What would you like?" 

"Water, please." She didn't dare let her defenses down for a minute with this man. She didn't feel threatened, exactly. But she did feel vulnerable and far too tempted to do anything he asked. IF he asked. 

"Two waters," he told the bartender. The bartender handed him two bottles. He turned and handed one to her and let go of her hand to open his. She felt a little forlorn at that. His hand felt solid and strong around hers and quite frankly, she liked the slight possessiveness of it. As if he were telling everyone who saw them, "She's mine." She pondered him as he started walking toward the doors leading to an outdoor patio. As she followed she tried to make sense of her attraction to this man. It wasn't as though he were Hugh Jackman, Paul Newman and Denzel Washington all rolled up into one package. He was of average height and build and yet she was wet and aching after meeting him not five minutes ago. She shook her head as she followed him outside. 

He was leaning against the railing around the patio and watched her as she joined him. He gazed at her appreciatively and after a few seconds asked, "So, Maya, what made you decide to try a Swinger's Club tonight?" 

She let out a slight groan. "Is it that obvious this was my first time?"

He chuckled. "I spotted you the moment you walked in." For some reason that gave her a thrill. He'd been watching her the whole time? "And don't worry. Everyone has to have a first time. What do you think so far?"

Maya related to him how the idea of it was thrilling, but the actual partaking of the sensual pleasures was still something she wasn't quite comfortable with. He nodded and listened, never once taking his eyes off her. It was disconcerting to have all that intensity aimed at her, but at the same time it kept her wondering again what it would feel like to have this man's hands, lips, and body on--and in--her's.

After she finished, he asked her what it was she had been hoping to find here.

The question caught her off guard. She hadn't really given much thought to what she wanted to find. DID she want to find anything? She struggled over her answer for a moment and finally said, "I guess I was hoping to tap into that part of myself I know is there. I just haven't ever explored it. I've been the good girl all my life, always doing what was expected of me. Never making a choice that wouldn't meet the approval of my family and friends."

"What parts of yourself do you think you've kept hidden?" he asked. 

"Sexual," she blurted. Her face flamed again as she grabbed her water and chugged half the bottle. To his credit, he didn't laugh. He didn't even smile. He just waited for her to continue.

"You see," she started, "I grew up thinking sex and sexuality were bad and wrong. Sex was never discussed in our house except for 'the talk.' I didn't masturbate until I was 24 years old and I lost my virginity the same year. And the guilt I felt at both of those acts was bad, but not bad enough for me to stop." She looked up at him. 

"Please continue," he asked.

"And sometimes, the things I think about when I, umm, well. Sometimes the things I think about make me embarrassed. I don't know, I guess for me it's wrong to have those sorts of thoughts. But then, why does it excite me so much?" She shook her hand and looked down at the bottle of water in her hands if only to avoid his gaze. She had never shared so much with a complete stranger before.

He brushed her hair away from her face. "Maya, look at me." She did. "As humans, our sexuality is a gift. Sex is fun. Sex feels good. And thoughts that you have that bring you pleasure can't ever be 'bad' or 'wrong'. He glanced at his watch. "Damn. I have to go." 

Maya was crestfallen at this. She was hoping she would finally be able to shake her good girl image once and for all, and have an incredible night of sex with this man who did things to her without touching her no one had done to her before.

"Give me your number, Maya. Our conversation is not finished." Maya grabbed the card and pen her produced from his jacket pocket and quickly wrote down her number. He placed the card back in his jacket without looking at it. He then leaned toward her and placed his face at the nape of her neck and inhaled deeply. He then let out a low growl and suddenly he was biting her neck. She let out a gasp of surprise as she was flooded again with wetness. "Until we speak again, Maya." And then he was gone.

Surprisingly , he called her the next day and thus began an incredible month of discussions with him that opened her eyes and her mind to the limitless ideas of sexuality that were her's to explore. BDSM, role play, multi-partner, same sex partner, costumes, different personas. He explored them all with her and encouraged her to open herself further. To share with him her secret thoughts and longings. Each conversation left her soaking wet and aching. He also encouraged her to play with herself. She bought toys and videos and started looking at things online. He promised her they would explore all of the things they talked about. But for their first exploration, they would delve into her submitting to him. 

Maya broke from her reverie when the bus driver announced her stop. As she walked toward the front of the bus, she had a moment's panic about walking to the address he had given her. It was a nice enough neighborhood, but dressed as she was, she thought if a cop sees her she'll definitely be mistaken for a working girl. It was the middle of the day and there were plenty of people about to see her walk the half block to the building. Again, her embarrassment was evident as her traitorous skin turned a bright red as people openly gawked at the way she was dressed. She made it to the building and rushed toward the elevator. Fifth floor, she thought to herself. Thankfully, the elevator was empty. It gave her a moment to collect herself and calm her breathing. The elevator dinged to signal her arrival at the fifth floor. Maya stepped out and had a brief moment of panic as she blanked out on the suite number he had given her. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. 515!! 

She walked to the door marked 515 and stood there a moment. She knew she could back out. She also knew if she did she would regret it forever and would never hear from Max again. This was her test, she realized. He wanted to see just how much she was willing to do, how far she was willing to go. She knocked on the door.

It had been over a month since she'd last seen him and she was struck again by the force of his presence and the penetrating gaze of those blue eyes. She smiled at him, her megawatt smile she gets so many compliments on, but he doesn't smile back. He merely says, "You're late, Maya. That's one." 

The smile fades from Maya's face. She forgets what the game is and starts to instinctively protest. "Late? But I can't control the bus drivers or their sched--" she realizes her mistake and immediately stops talking. 

He repeats, "You're late, Maya." She nods her ascent. 

"You will answer me always, Maya. No head nods. And you will address me as 'sir'. Do you understand?"

She almost starts to nod again, but quickly squeaks out a barely audible "Yes, sir."

"Good girl." He draws her toward the middle of the room and stands her in the center of it, the light from the wall of windows facing the street making the room bright and open. He walks around her, scrutinizing her hair, her outfit, and the discomfort he can feel radiating from her. She has no idea that her outfit and her little-girl shyness are more than he had hoped for. He's actually surprised she has shown up. He admires her for taking this journey. He keeps a stern look on his face as he says, "Very nice, Maya. I'm pleased." She hasn't realized she'd been holding her breath since his perusal started and was practically rigid with tension awaiting his response. She lets out her breath and relaxes ever so slightly. 

He leads her toward the wall of windows and places her front and center, facing out. He stands behind her and leans down to whisper to her. Maya turns her face, but he says, "Keep your face forward." She nods again and says "yes". She can see both of them subtly reflected in the glass. He stares are her, one eyebrow cocked. "Just yes?" he asks. 

"Yes, sir." She realizes belatedly. 

"That's two."

Maya is unsure "two" of what. But has a feeling that, much like baseball, she'll find out at the proverbial "three strikes."

He leans down again and she feels his breath warming her neck and jaw. He bites down on her trapezius--hard. She gasps with the exquisite feeling of his teeth marking her. This causes her nipples to harden and pucker, the clamps on them now digging into her sensitive flesh. The pain from that is sharp, but she also realizes how good it feels as well. Her pussy moistens and throbs in response. Max's lips move from her neck to her ear. He whispers to her "Touch yourself. Show me how you satisfied your cravings after we spoke on the phone." Maya hesitates. She looks out onto the street below, teeming with people. Any one of them could look and and see...

"Maya?" 

"Yes, sir." she responds.

She moves her hands underneath her skirt and down the waistband of her little girl panties. She sees him watching her in the glass and closes her eyes. She's never done something so intimate in front of someone before. 

"Eyes open, Maya. You will watch yourself."

Maya opens her eyes and continues to touch herself. One hand reaches down, the middle finger sliding up and down the cleft of her pussy lips, spreading her wetness to her clit--which is hard and engorged. A marble in oil, she thinks. She lightly swirls her finger around her clit, teasing herself. Her other hand moves and she gently pushes two fingers inside her pussy, moaning at the sensation. She hears Max behind her, his breath becoming ragged. She revels in the idea that he is enjoying this too. 

"Such a naughty little girl. Enjoying her secret pleasures in front of me. Do you like what you're feeling, baby?"

"YES!" she groans out.

Max becomes still. He pulls back from her and says, "That's three, Maya. Stop. Now." She hears Max walking away toward another part of the room. 

Maya stops, but doesn't dare turn around. She waits. Finally, Max commands, "Come here."

She turns around and sees him sitting on a stool of sorts. Almost like an oversized ottoman. She walks toward Max and stands in front of him, waiting. "Drape yourself over my lap, young lady."

Maya hesitates briefly, then answers "Yes, sir."

She places herself over his lap, her stomach across his thighs, her knees on the ground. 

"Apparently, you need to be taught a lesson about following orders. What did I tell you to do when you first got here, Maya?" he asks in a very stern, teacher-like tone.

"To address you with words, sir. And to call you sir."

"Yet you failed to do so three times."

"Yes, sir."

He lifts her skirt to expose her panties and grabs the waistband of her panties to pull them down. He doesn't take them off, but leaves them around her thighs. Maya braces herself for what is to come, but is caught off guard when he begins to caress her bottom. "Such a sweet, little ass. So unmarked." Maya is amazed at how good it feels, his gentle fingers softly tracing the cleft of her ass.

Suddenly, without warning, he takes his hand away and lands a hard smack on Maya's ass. Maya sucks in her breath sharply at the sting of it. He lands three more very hard smacks before she can process what's happening. Her ass cheeks on fire, her eyes filled with tears at the very real pain from the spanking, Maya is again surprised when Max again starts to caress her stinging bottom. This juxtaposition between the spanks and the caresses heightens all sensation. Maya realizes she is more turned on that she's ever been before. This giving over to Max, the pain mixed with pleasure is astounding in its depth. Max moves his fingers from her ass to explore her pussy. He plunges two fingers inside, and realizes she is so wet so he adds two more. Maya is panting and moaning at this sensation. Feeling stretched beyond anything she's ever experienced, its almost too much--bordering on pain. She wants more and begins to push back against his fingers. Max withdraws his fingers leaving Maya to let out a small scream of frustration.

"Such a dirty girl. Only dirty girls enjoy that sort of thing, isn't that right?"

Maya is amazed that the very thoughts she has about touching herself and enjoying her body now sound so deliciously sexy coming from this new authority figure. She gets lost in the play and answers, "Yes, sir. I'm such a slutty girl for liking your fingers inside me."

"And what happens to naughty girls?"

"They're punished, sir."

Max chuckles wickedly. "Good girl."



Submitting to a MFM with a Stranger



We had agreed upon a time. You wanted to meet in a quite little hotel, near the airport. you sent me the room number and told me to be there at 2PM. You told me that your husband would have you prepared for my visit, as we had discussed. You had shared with me your desires to submit to a stranger, with your husband present. He is to assist me. You had told me that you had came close to squirting with a prior lover, but had not been able to accomplish this recently and it is a huge fantasy of yours.

When I arrive, the door is ajar. it is a large room, well appointed. I immediately smell an intense, incredible, pleasurable aroma of sex in the room. The room, as instructed, is lit only by candle light. Your favorite artist is playing in the background. Your husband is seated in a chair near the bed and he is obviously aroused, anticipating your submission to this level of pleasure.

I notice you, on the bed - the sheets are pulled back....and your beautiful, dark, silky skin is radiating from the stark white sheets with each flicker of the candle. You are blindfolded with your husbands tie and your wrist are bound above your head with beautiful silk scarves, you are spread eagle on the bed, your hair is wet and your body is glistening. I soak in your beauty and revel in your deep desire to submit in this way. You have listened closely to my instructions, each one of them. Beside the bed are all of your favorite toys, a half drank bottle of Riesling, along with a few things you are curious about including a feather duster, a bowl of ice, chocolate syrup, whipped cream, clothes pins, flavored massage oil and the list goes on.

You have been thinking about little else but this encounter. The time has arrived to begin this exploration of your fantasies and desire for deeper more intense pleasure. Thinking about the submission, the unknown pleasure, not knowing what is going to happen is so different for you. You are ALWAYS in control. It is you who controls everything. You who does not stop until your sexual partners are pleased in every way. This is so different for you. Your anticipation for this has been palpable. Your pussy has been soaked for days. you have thought of little else.

I stand there amazed at how incredibly beautiful you are. Your pictures that have arrived daily in my in box have been amazing, but you laying there naked trumps all of pictures. You are so sensual, so erotic, so desirable. Leading up to this encounter, you have received test from me. Each a little more daring than the last. It began with you accepting a dare to drive topless on the expressway and record the drive on your phone and email it to me. Each one, drove you a little more crazy with desire.

After what seemed like hours of silence, trying to make out the noises in the room, wondering what we are doing, you feel my hand on your body. It startles you at first, then the desire takes over. Your heart is racing, your breathing is heavy, your palms are sweaty. You feel like you are 21 again anticipating sex for the first time.

Slowly, I move my hand over your body, inspecting you to make sure you have followed my instructions completely. 

The instructions were for your to prepare the room, which you have done. You were then to shower off and allow your husband to shave every inch of your body. When he finished, you are to reward him with a long, wet sloppy blow job covering your body with his cum. He is not allowed to penetrate you and you are not allowed to cum. Then he moves you to the tub, where he slowly washes every inch of you while you enjoy your favorite Riesling, which it seems you have done. 

The touch of your skin is even more amazing than I imagined, your breast are so full and beautiful. Your nipples are hard, straining for attention. He has done a wonderful job of shaving you all the way down your legs to your beautiful toes, perfectly manicured. I would expect nothing less, now up slowly your left leg closer and closer to your pussy, which is soaking wet. I move my fingers on each side of your thigh now touching slowly the outer lips of your pussy sliding them slowly up and around. Yes, it is smooth. You really do want this. You have done everything I have asked.

In stepping back I move to the table and look over the array of items you want to explore. My mind races as I choose the feather duster first and start at your forehead, slowly working my way down, admiring this perfect work of art you call your body. I am wondering what it must be like to wake up beside you every day. How incredibly lucky your husband is. 

He is a prince and you are his princess. He is soaking up every move I make feeling intensely the pleasure you are receiving and he is plausibly thrilled.

You feel my hands slowly caressing your warm, smooth, silky skin and now you feel a second set of familiar hands slowly massaging your breast. From the base, up the sides around the nipples which are thick and erect begging for attention. As he works his way around them you now begin to feel warm oil running over them. From the nipples down the sides he is slowly working your breast.

He knows you like it and then suddenly you feel ice on each nipple. You are startled by the contrast from the heat to the shockingly cold touch. You squirm and shift, but we continue around the nipples circling the dark rings highlighting your beautiful nipples. Up one side to the top of the nipple and then back down.

You are screaming now with pleasure begging one of us to fuck you. But you are ignored. You want desperately to touch us, but your hands are tied. You wonder what is next. All you can see is darkness and feel the cool and warmth on your breast. Then you feel something squeezing your nipples, very hard. you are trying to decide if it hurts or not, then you realize that you have cloths pins on both of them. Now you feel a vibration of the pins sending shivers down your body. At the same time, you feel more warm oil poured on your body and slowly your feel your husbands hands working down your body to your hips. You are squirming in pleasure. You feel the volume of sensual pressure building deep down in your pussy. It feels as a volcano is about to explode, when you cannot hold it any longer and you bust into one of the strongest orgasms you have had in months. 

Your entire body is shivering,you cannot hardly breath, you want to be left alone and enjoy these sensations. Then you feel an unfamiliar hand in your pussy you are trying to decide if it is one or two or three or four fingers. The fingers are working you wildly as you start to scream you are stuffed with a familiar cock. Your husband is now fucking your mouth and throat as I work your pussy over with my hands. You are filled as the fingers rotate, one thumb and some fingers working over your clit and the other hand feels like it is in your pussy. OMG - you just realized that you are being fisted for the first time. You are filled with a hand and gagged with your husbands beautiful cock. 

You have NEVER been filled like this before and you can feel your orgasm building. You feel like you are about to piss all over the bed it is a feeling you have not had in a VERY long time and then you EXPLODE! You have covered me with your lovely cum, squirting and squirting. OMG you feel like you are going to pass out and as you squirt your husband fills your mouth with hot, delicious cum. Slowly, you are milking his cock and struggling not to physically explode. He pulls out as do I and we watch your body recover. You start to plead for us to fuck you. You want our cocks in your pussy, you want to be filled!

Again we ignore you as you now feel something warm and sweet dripping on your body, up your legs and down your chest simultaneously. What is it? It is a familiar smell, but the touch is interesting as I circle your breast and work down to your pussy. You realize it is chocolate syrup. As you figure it out, we both begin to lick every inch of you. You are screaming with pleasure as your husband works his way up your leg. My tongue is working your nipples over and over as my hand finds it way to your incredible clit, circling it, teasing it. I feel your husband licking you around my hands. 

Then, slowly he moves to your other breast, now two mouths on your breast and my skillful hands working your clit. Then he enters you forcefully grabbing your legs and bending your knees up as I grab your legs. I am holding them in the air so he can penetrate you deep, pounding you as if he has never fucked before. While he is pounding your clit is being devoured by my hands and now my hard cock is in your mouth. We work you and work you until you are ready to explode. As you begin to explode he pulls out of your pussy and I pull out of your mouth and we cover every inch of your chest in cum. As we cum together on you, you are spent. Completely, physically, emotionally spent. You just want to collapse as we lay on each side of you, you feel the heat of our body's. Our sweat joins your body, slowly stroking you as I untie you and free you. You have NEVER felt like this before. So violated but in an incredibly sensual way and you thought you were great at sex. You thought you had explored everything there was sexually. Now you begin to wonder what more there is that you have been missing, as we all drift off to sleep.



Submitting to a Stranger



It's getting towards the end of a long hard shift at work. I'm physically and emotionally drained after a long morning's work and I look at my watch… Only half an hour to go. Then I get a call from one of the customer service advisors, there's a very angry passenger that just got off a longhaul flight and he's demanding to see the manager. I sigh and head to the customer service desk.

I walk up to the man and tell him that I'm the manager and asking him to come with me to my office where we can discuss matters further. He agrees and follows me. When we get to my office I motion for him to sit down and he does. I quickly look at his papers and start talking to him.

'Mr Jennings,' I say, 'I realise that the service we've provided you with on this flight is well below your expectations, indeed well below our own standards and I apologise unreservedly for this. However, I cannot change what's been done, but I will do anything in my power to provide you with an acceptable compensation.'

The man leans forward. 'Call me Steve and I'll call you…' he looks at my nametag 'Sally.' Then he smiles.

I smile back at him. 'OK Steve, how about I give you twice the air miles you normally receive for this flight?'

He looks at me and laughs. 'You call that compensation? That's nothing!!!'

I swallow and keep smiling. 'OK, how about a free economy flight for you and a friend to any of our domestic destinations?'

He shakes his head. 'I've just spent 18 hours on the flight from hell, having food spilt on me and being verbally abused, not to mention the fact that my seat was lumpy and my video screen didn't work. You gotta come up with something better than that!'

I get out of my chair and sit down on the desk in front of him. 'Now please Steve, let's be rational. I cannot offer you anymore. I sincerely regret what's happened, and the people responsible will be punished, but I can't give you anymore than I've already offered.' My phone rings and I pick it up. It's another emergency, but I tell them to contact someone else because my shift is over.

He smiles at me, places a hand on my thigh and says to me 'I could sue your employer, but I won't. I accept your offer.' I look at him, there's a glimmer in his eyes that sends a cold chill through my body. I look down at his hand, he squeezes my thigh before he leaves go and I feel disappointed that he doesn't move it further up.

I finish the paperwork and see him off. Then I get my things and go to the staff car park where I get my car and start driving home. I don't notice the car that's following me because it's a busy route. I pull up outside my house and still don't notice the car that's parking outside. I go inside, kick off my shoes and head upstairs where I step out of my uniform. I'm standing in my bedroom dressed in my black lace bra, black g-strings, black garter belt and black stockings when the doorbell sounds.

I wrap myself in a sarong with my bra straps showing, then I walk downstairs and open the door. It's the passenger from the airport. He looks at me and smiles.

'What are you doing here?' I ask him.

'I've been thinking,' he says. 'I'm not happy with the compensation and I think someone needs to be punished.'

'I already told you that the crew would not get away with what they did.'

'I don't care about the crew. As far as I'm concerned you all work for the same company and if one misbehaves you all need to be punished.'

'I'm sorry, but you can't take this out on me!'

'Maybe not, but maybe yes… You don't want me to tell your manager that I'm even more unhappy with your service than I was with the in flight service, do you?'

'Oh, you can't do that, I was just promoted, come inside.' I don't want him to make a scene outside my house.

He smiles and enters my house and grabs hold of my sarong. 'You won't be needing this.'

I stand before him dressed only in my underwear and he pins me against the wall and licks my lips before he kisses me deeply, his tongue invading my mouth and I can't breathe. I know I should fight him off, but I get aroused. I fancied him at the airport, and now in my entrance hall, wearing only underwear and feeling his bulge against my stomach I lose every will to resist.

He asks me to lead him to my bedroom and I walk in front of him, up the stairs into my bedroom, which is, huge and dominated by a wrought iron king size bed. He looks appreciatively at the bed and nods. He commands me to kneel in front of him, which I do. He then commands me to unzip his pants and get his cock out. I do this. It's big and hard and looks so juicy. I start to lick it but he stops me.

He then commands me to undress him while keeping one hand firmly wrapped around his cock. I put my left hand around his cock and start undressing him. I remove his jacket and his tie and his shoes. I struggle with his shirt buttons and he tells me I'll be punished if I pull any of the buttons. I'm so nervous and in the end I pull two of the buttons.

I'm so nervous and I look at him and beg forgiveness, but he tells me it's too late, I will be punished once I finish undressing him. I manage to get the shirt off him and then I pull his trousers off. He's then standing naked in front of me, with my hand around his cock and wearing only his briefs. I take off his briefs and admire his body, his cock is so big and hard in my hand and I feel really wet.

Then he tells me to leave go of his cock. He tells me I was a good girl for undressing him, but I need to be punished for pulling out the two buttons. Punishment number one is for me to go out to his car on the street and get a black bag from the back seat. I move to put my dressing gown on and he says that the punishment is to do it in my underwear.

It's the middle of the day and I feel humiliated when I sneak out into the street and get his black bag. He's watching me from the window. I run upstairs with the bag and hand it to him, but he won't take it. He commands me to open it. I open it and find a lot of ropes, a black scarf, a couple of dildos and a whip.

He tells me it's time for punishment number two. He commands me to turn around with my back towards him, and I do that. He covers my eyes with the black scarf and ties it around my head. I can't see anything. He commands me to kneel and open my mouth, which I do and then he shoves his hard cock right down my throat and tells me to suck it. I start sucking his big juicy cock. I suck it as deep as I can and I run my tongue over the veins. He tells me I'm a good little girl and not to stop sucking no matter what happens next.

I feel a cold draft just before the whip slaps my ass. I wince but I don't stop sucking. My ass stings a bit and then I'm whipped a couple of more times. It's not hard, just enough to make me wince and I can feel that my ass is shining bright red. He tells me to use my hands as well when I suck him and I start stroking his balls and getting a firm grip around the base of his shaft. I let go of his cock with my mouth and start sucking his balls instead. I can hear his sharp intake of breath as I run my tongue over his tensed up balls. He lets me suck on his balls for a little while and then he tells me I'm a naughty girl. He never allowed me to stop sucking his cock and start sucking his balls, I will be punished again, later. 

I'm forced to start sucking his big juicy cock again. I lick off all the precum and suck hard as he fucks my mouth. I feel his hands on my head, holding it in place as he fucks my mouth real hard, telling me to suck harder and harder. I suck as hard as I can, running my tongue over his shaft. Then I feel his cock twitch and he comes in my throat. He yells out to me to swallow all his cum and I do, it tastes so good. When he finally pulls out of my mouth I lap up all his cum and I smile.

He tells me to get up on my feet, which I do. He then leads me over to my bed and makes me lie down. He takes my left arm and ties my left hand to the bedpost. He then does the same with my right arm. He then does the same to both my legs. Then he disappears. I lie there, tied to my own bed, in my underwear for a while and then I hear him return. He tells me that this is my punishment for sucking his balls. He runs his whip over my body and then he gently whips my mound, hitting my throbbing clit with just enough force for me to cry out in extreme pleasure.

I can feel how wet I am between my legs and he laughs at me. He starts pulling at my g-strings. He pulls them real tight between my pussy lips, against my clit and then he pulls them harder and releases, harder and releases. It's painful and extremely pleasurable at the same time. I moan, but he tells me I'm not allowed to cum. He then tugs so hard at my g-strings against my clit that my g-strings tear off.

He licks my mound and tells me that I'm a good girl for shaving it regularly so that there's no hair at all. Then he straddles across my stomach and starts squeezing my tits through my lacy bra. Then I feel him stick his cock under the bra and between my tits. He squeezes my tits hard together and tells me to try to lick his cock. I raise my head and manage to touch his cock with my tongue.

He then tugs hard at my bra until it tears off. He sits there with his cock between my tits and starts squeezing my nipples real hard. My nipples are erect and big as cherries and he keeps squeezing them. He pulls my tits together tight around his cock just by pulling my nipples and he fucks my tits. He tells me to open my mouth and he shoves his cock inside to make it wet again and then he continues fucking my tits for a while.

He lets go of my tits and steps off the bed. He comes back a couple of minutes later and sits down between my spread legs. His fingers start tickling my wet exposed pussy and I moan out loud. Then I feel him separating my pussy lips with his fingers and his tongue starts flicking across my swollen clit. I feel my pussy juices running down my crack. Then he starts fucking me with his tongue. His tongue goes deep inside my pussy and licks my pussy walls, lapping up all my juices. At the same time I feel his face pressuring my clit and I beg him to allow me to cum. He laughs and runs a finger down my ass to my asshole. He penetrates it ever so slightly, wiggles a bit and says I can cum. My pussy contracts around his tongue, my body starts shaking and I cry out loud. I squirt pussy juices all over his face as I cum in waves.

He laughs out loud when I'm done cumming and I feel the weight of his body over mine as he lies down on my, starts kissing me and telling my to lick all my juices off his wet face. I quickly lap my sweet juices off him and he rolls off me.

I feel his hand over my pussy and he tells me I'm not wet enough. He rubs my clit hard a couple of times and this makes my juices flow again. He tells me that's better. He then walks away and comes back to the side of the bed. He tells me it's time to play. I feel him running something along the inside of my thighs. Then he pulls my pussy lips apart and I feel something small and cold penetrating my wet pussy.

He puts whatever it is well inside my pussy and walks off. When he comes back he spreads my pussy lips again and shoves another thing inside. It feels just like the first thing and my tight pussy is beginning to stretch now. He repeats this two more times and it feels like I've got four fat fingers stretching my pussy, but my pussy hole is still closed. Then he starts licking me again. It feels so good. I feel like I'm being licked and fucked at the same time. He walks off again and comes back and smears Vaseline around my asshole. I beg him not to fuck it and he says he won't, not yet anyway. But he takes another one of the finger things and penetrates my ass with it, it sits about an inch up my asshole.

Then I hear him turn on a vibrator and I soon feel it running up and down my wet slit, across my clit. My pussy wants to contract but it can't cause it's stretched to the limit. He then flicks a switch on the thing in my ass and it starts vibrating too. I feel so good, I beg him to let me cum but he says that if I cum he'll fuck my asshole real hard so I don't dare. I'm biting my lip and I hear him laugh at me. He then rests the vibrator firmly between my pussy lips and tells me he'll fuck my asshole if it falls over.

He goes off and comes back and I can hear him take photos of me. It makes me feel so hot and excited, I really wanna cum but I don't dare. He removes the vibrator from me and pulls my hole open, it's so wet and slippery he keeps losing his grip. So he unties my hands and tells me to hold my hole open wide so that he can see what's inside, and then he takes more photos.

Then he pulls the little vibrator out of my asshole and tells me to pull the others out of my pussy. I struggle to pull them out and he keeps photographing me when I do it. He asks me how often I masturbate and I tell him that I do it every day. He then commands me to finger fuck myself and he keeps taking photos. My legs are still tied up when I start pumping my pussy with my fingers. I rub my clit and penetrate my pussy. I ask him if I'm allowed to make myself cum and he tells me that I have to cum right then.

I shove one finger in my asshole and I scream as I cum around my fingers. My juices squirt all over my hands and I slowly stop fingering myself. He tells me to rub my juices over my tits and then place my arms along my body. He straddles across my hips, locking my arms in place and then he starts licking my pussy juices off my tits.

He gets off me and unties my legs, he tells me to roll over and hold on to the head of the bed. He then ties my hands again. With my hands tied I'm commanded to get up on my knees, which I do. I feel the movement behind me and then I feel his tongue running up and down my slit. He asks me if I want him to fuck me and I say yes. He tells me that I have to beg him and I say 'Please fuck me Steve, please fuck me deep and hard'.

He puts his cock head against my clit and rubs it up and down my slit. It feels so good. Then he penetrates me with his cock head and holds it right there. He's holding on to my ass so I can't move backwards and get more of him inside me. Then he shoves his shaft deep inside me and holds again. I feel his balls squished against my pussy and he just presses so deep, he's stretching my pussy in every direction and I moan. He's still holding and then he grabs hold of my tits. Then he slides almost all the way out and he starts pumping me.

It feels so good as he fucks my pussy real hard and pinches my nipples real hard. We move in a rhythm for a long time, he slides in and out of my tight wet pussy. Then he pulls out and I complain and he tells me not to. Instead he slides right underneath me and moves his cock inside my pussy again and commands me to start riding. It's difficult to ride with my hands tied, but I love to be fucked this way and when he starts sucking my tits while I'm riding I moan out loud.

I feel so good and I tell him I wanna cum but he says not yet. He tells me to stop riding and he climbs out from underneath me. He makes me turn over, it's extremely uncomfortable since my hands are tied, but he helps me cross my arms. He commands me to put my legs way up in the air. I feel his hands on my calves, pressing my legs against my body, pulling my ass and pussy up, totally exposed. He slowly penetrates my pussy and shoves deep inside, the weight of his body pressing my legs against me as he kisses me deep while pumping my pussy so deep and hard.

I feel his balls slam into my ass as he's fucking me. His sweat is dripping on me and he's fucking me furiously, harder and harder and faster and faster, I beg for mercy, I want to cum, he says not yet. As he's fucking my pussy deep and hard he again pushes the little vibrator an inch up my ass and then he yells for me to cum. My pussy contracts hard around his big shaft as he fucks me deeper and deeper, I feel myself squirting and he keeps pumping. I cum in several waves and then I hear a loud groan as he explodes inside me.

He collapses on top of me and after a while he pulls out of my pussy. He undoes the blindfold and unties my hands. He tells me I'm a good little fucktoy and then he tells me to go downstairs into the kitchen and make him some coffee. I'm still wearing my garter belt and stockings and he tells me not to put any more clothes on. I walk and I feel his cum running down my thighs. He stops me, runs his finger over the drips and places it in my mouth and I suck it off.

I hear him shower as I'm downstairs, making his coffee. As I'm stirring he walks up behind me and squeezes my tits. He's all dressed but then I feel his cock on my ass. He leads me over to the table, says he wants my pussy one more time, he makes me lean across the table and he fucks me hard really quickly. He pulls out just as he's cumming and squirts his cum over my ass. He tells me not to bother with the coffee. He asks me for my schedule and I give it to him. He marks a couple of my days off and tells me not to get dressed on those days. 

He leaves his little vibs with me and says that at 10 a.m. on the days he's marked I'm supposed to put 4 of them inside my pussy and one up my asshole, then when the doorbell goes I'm supposed to walk downstairs, let him in and then walk upstairs and lie face down on the bed until he gives me instructions on what to do next. He pinches my nipple and drives off. I go upstairs and masturbate and long for the next time he's coming around, in 3 days time…



Submitting to a Stranger Ch. 2



Chapter 2: Learning To Please My Master

The alarm wakes me up at 8. I stretch and pull the duvet up under my chin. It has turned cold overnight. I’m just about to turn over and go back to sleep when I realise that it’s Thursday. Steve’s coming back today. Suddenly a hot wave sweeps through my body and I feel energised.

I jump out of bed and run into the bathroom and start running a bath. It’s a lovely, big old bathtub so it’ll take some time to fill up. I pour a generous amount of bubble bath into it and go downstairs to make myself a cup of tea. When I return with my cup the bath is almost full. I put my tea on a chair next to my bathtub and undress. I’m only wearing a pink silk pyjama and it doesn’t take long to unbutton the top and step out of the bottoms.

I turn off the water and walk up to my mirror and inspect myself. It’s only been a few days since I shaved, but I can see a few hairs starting to peak out so I’d better shave again. I look at my breasts. The cold air has made my nipples erect. My 36D breasts are still young and firm. My stomach is flat, apart from the belly button dip in the centre. I see my back in the mirror on the opposite wall. I have a very thin waist and a heart shaped ass. I wiggle my ass and giggle to myself.

The water is hot and the perfume of the bubble bath makes me sigh in contentment as I slide into the bath. I pick up my razor and start shaving myself. By the time I’m done there’s no unwanted hair left. I run my hand over my mound and it’s all smoothness. I smile to myself. I have a tingle inside my pussy and would love to make use of the staff next to the bath. Steve didn’t say I couldn’t and with a mischievous grin I insert it into my tight hole.

My hand is pumping my hole and my other hand is pinching my nipples that are sticking up through the bubbles. I don’t have to fuck myself for very long until I feel that familiar twitch inside my pussy. My hand lets go of my nipple and I quickly insert a finger in my asshole and I moan out loud as my orgasm hits me. Afterwards I quickly wash my hair and then I get out of the bath.

I look at the clock, it’s almost 9:30. I quickly dry my long blonde hair and let it fall down my back. Then I bring out the expensive scented oil I bought the other day and start rubbing it all over my body. I take special care to cover my mound with it. I put a gold chain around my waist and look at the time again. Only 5 minutes to go. I sit my newly made bed and pull my knees up on either side. I’m staring straight into the mirror and I can see my glistening pussy. I slowly start inserting the mini dildos into my pussy. The first two slide in easily, the third has to be coaxed, but I just cannot get the fourth one in. Only 2 minutes to go. I start praying. I rub my clit and I feel pussy juice dripping down my slit to my asshole. OK… I’m really wet. I try again. 

I breathe a sigh of relief when the fourth dildo goes in. Now for the last one. I look around myself frantically, but I cannot find the lubricating gel or my vaseline. Where could I have put it? I get up and start looking around, but I can’t find either. I hear the doorbell. It’s him. I have to go downstairs and open the door. I can’t think of anything else to do so I run the fifth dildo across my slit to lubricate it with my pussy juices and then I force it up my asshole. It goes in a lot easier than I’d expected so I manage to force it almost all the way in.

I hurry downstairs and open the door. It’s Steve. He doesn’t greet me, he just walks inside and closes the door. I remember what he said the other day so I turn around and hurry up the stairs again. I lie face down on my bed and wait for Steve to come. I can hear him walk up the stairs and into my bathroom. A short while later I hear the toilet flush, followed by running water. I assume he’s washing his hands.

He walks into my bedroom and I don’t dare look up, but I can hear the sounds of clothes being taken off and carefully placed on a chair. Then I hear the sound of someone walking up to my bed. He commands me to spread my legs, which I do. I feel his fingers separate my butt cheeks and he chuckles when he sees how far up I’ve pushed the dildo. Then he enters my pussy with two of his fingers. He runs them around inside me to make sure that all four dildos are there.

He pulls his fingers out of my pussy and places them in front of my lips and tells me to lick them clean. I gladly do this. My pussy juice tastes lovely and sweet on his fingers. Then without warning he pulls his hand from me and slaps my ass. I wince as the slap drives the dildo further up my ass. He slaps me again and a shriek escapes my lips. The dildo in my ass hurts me, but the four in my pussy have the exact opposite effect every time I feel his hand slap my ass. I know I’m getting wet. He slaps me several times while telling me:

‘This should teach you not to make me wait again! Did I not tell you to be ready for me at 10? Did I not tell you to let me inside and then go straight upstairs again? Huh?’

‘Yes Steve,’ I whisper.

‘Yes who?’ his voice gets louder and he slaps me again.

‘Yes Sir,’ I say.

‘Who am I?’ he asks as I feel his hand on my sensitive skin once again. ‘Who’s your Master?’

‘You’re my Master.’

‘I can’t hear you… who’s your Master???’

‘You’re my Master!!!’

‘And will you do as you’re told from now on? Will you obey your Master?’

‘Yes Sir.’

‘What???’

‘I will obey my Master!’

He stops slapping me and tells me that next time I can expect a proper punishment if I slip up. Then he says that if I spend less time fucking myself like a common whore I might just be able to remember to please my Master in every way he wants me to. With those words he throws my bath dildo on the pillow next to me and I blush in shame.

He commands me to get out of the bed and stand up in front of him. I admire his body and start daydreaming of the pleasure ahead of me. He slaps my face.

‘Didn’t I just tell you to stop behaving like a common whore?’

A tear escapes my eye and I lower my eyes to the floor. He sits down on the bed and pulls me up on his lap. He dries my tear away and kisses me gently.

‘I want you to be my special little one,’ he starts explaining. ‘I don’t want to hurt you. But how can I respect and adore you if you don’t behave like a good little girl?’

His hand separates my legs and gently strokes the inside of my thighs on its way up to my pussy. He slowly runs his fingers over my slit and chuckles.

‘You like the dildos in your pussy, don’t you?’

‘Yes Sir.’

‘Does it make you want to cum to have them inside you?’

‘Yes Sir.’

‘Are you going to cum now?’

‘No Sir.’

‘And why is that?’

‘Because You haven’t told me that I’m allowed to cum yet Sir.’

‘Good girl. I’m proud of you little one. You’re a fast learner.’ He runs his finger along my chain. ‘I didn’t say you could wear anything, but I like this and since you’re still learning I’ll let you get away with it this once, understood?’

I nod and he motions me to go and pick up the holdall that’s just inside the door. When I walk past the mirror I can see that my ass is shining red from when he slapped me earlier. I give him the holdall and he takes some ropes out of it. He points to the bed and I lie down on my back and let him tie my hands and feet to the four bedposts. Then he blindfolds me again.

I hear him roam around the bag and then I feel him move up to the top of the bed. I feel something gently rush past my nipple. Once, then once again. I think it’s an insect and I twitch to scare it off. Then I feel it in the valley between my breasts. And then it’s on my other nipple. I keep twitching until I hear my Master chuckling. And when I feel something soft caress me in the fold just underneath my breasts I realise that he’s teasing me with a feather.

He keeps sweeping the feather gently across my breasts and I feel my nipples grow harder and harder until I’m convinced they’re standing out like big grapes. I moan in pleasure and I want him to put his lips around them, but I know he won’t and I don’t dare ask. Then the feather starts travelling down my body. Across my stomach, stopping briefly at my bellybutton and then travelling down one leg, cleverly staying away from my pussy.

I start breathing louder and faster as he runs the feather up the other leg. Then he moves and starts tickling the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs. First one, then the other, over and over. I start moaning louder and louder until the feather finally touches my pussy. I shriek in pleasure. He runs the feather down my slit, tickles my asshole and then up to my mound. He repeats this action several times and my moans get louder and louder.

I can feel my pussy trembling around the four mini dildos inside. It feels like the lightest and gentles fucking I’ve ever had. I grind my hips around, moaning, desperately wanting to cum, but I dare not. I don’t want to upset my Master. I bite my lip. Harder and harder until I can taste blood. He keeps running the feather gently across my pussy. This torture is driving me insane.

‘Do you want to cum, little one?’ he asks.

‘Yes Sir,’ I moan.

‘How much do you want to cum, little one?’

‘I want to cum more than anything, Sir.’

‘I want you to remember that, little one.’

With those words he puts his lips over my pussy lips and starts sucking. His tongue penetrates my pussy lips, flicks over my clit and runs down to my hole. He quickly penetrates my pussy hole with his tongue and starts tongue fucking me. I want to wrap my legs around his neck to get his tongue deeper, but my legs are tied up. I want to kneed my breasts, but my breasts are also tied up. I’m at his mercy. 

My pussy is cramping around the four little dildos deep inside my pussy and I moan louder and louder until he shouts to me to cum. I don’t need him to tell me a second time and I let go completely. I scream out my orgasm and my pussy is cramping hard around the dildos and his tongue. At that moment I feel that he’s moved one hand to the dildo in my ass and starts moving it around in circles. This sends a second shockwave through my body.

My scream turns into a loud moan and I’m shaking all over, pulling my restraints real tight. My pussy juices are gushing out of me and all the while his tongue is fucking me hard. He laps up my pussy juices and grinds his face against my clit. When my last wave slowly eases off, he slides his tongue out of my pussy, climbs to the top of the bed and starts kissing me deep. I taste my juices on his face and I smile.

Then he tells me that he’s going to untie my hands and let me get all the dildos out of me. He’ll be back in a little while. If he sees that I’ve been peeking under the blindfold while he’s been gone I’m going to be severely punished. I nod in understanding. He unties my hands and disappears. I put two fingers inside my pussy hole and open it wide. It’s difficult since I just came and my pussy muscles are still contracting.

One after one I manage to get the dildos out, they’re covered with my sweet juice. I want to lick them, and my fingers, but my Master didn’t say I could, so I don’t dare. I just put them to one side. Lastly I slide the dildo out of my ass and put it with the rest. I lie down and wait for my Master to come back. I don’t know where he’s gone or what he’s doing, but he’s taking a long time. Having just had my fingers all inside my pussy I’m feeling horny again. I wish I could fingerfuck myself, but I know that my Master would punish me if I did.

After an eternity I hear steps on the stairs. I smile as my Master returns to me. He slides his finger inside my wet pussy to make sure it’s empty, then he slides his finger down to my ass and penetrates it slightly to make sure the dildo is gone from there too. Then he tells me I’m a good girl and ties my hands again.

‘Do you want to taste your Master’s cock, little one?’ he asks me.

‘Oh yes please Sir.’ I reply without hesitation.

‘Tell me what you want to do, little one.’

‘I want to suck your cock, Sir.’

‘What do you want me to do, little one?’

‘I want you to fuck my mouth Sir.’

‘That’s good little one, cause that’s exactly what I intend to do,’ he chuckles.

I feel him straddling my face so I open my mouth. His cock is already big and hard and he doesn’t wait for me, but just shoves it deep down my throat and starts fucking my mouth. I close my lips around him and start sucking as hard as I can. My tongue massages his shaft as it slides in and out across my lips and he moves his hips faster and faster, trying to get deeper and deeper. He doesn’t care whether I can breathe, he just wants to cum quickly and furiously and by sucking harder and harder I try to help him. With a big roar he cums and squirts his milk inside my mouth. I swallow as fast as I can but he never stops. He’s shooting the biggest load of cum I’ve ever had inside my mouth and I’m loving the taste of it.

He grinds his cock deep inside my mouth one last time and then he slowly pulls out, leaving me time and space to lap up all his cum and lick his shaft clean. He tells me that I’m a good little girl and that he’s very proud of me. I smile devotedly at him, I’m so happy that I’ve pleased him. Still straddling my face he leans over to untie my hands and then he gets up from the bed. He moves to untie my feet and he takes my hand and gets me to stand up.

He keeps hold of my hand and we walk around to the foot of the bed. He places my hand on the bed and ties it. He then takes my other hand and ties it down as well. He moves me backwards until I’m standing there bent over almost at a right angle with my tits hanging down and I can feel the cool air on my pussy. He tells me to stay like that and he’ll be back.

I hear a sound downstairs, it sounds like someone just opened and closed the front door. I struggle to hear what’s going on, and soon I hear voices. I recognise my Master’s deep masterful voice, but then there’s another voice. Soon I hear a third voice. They sound as though they’re laughing and joking and I start shivering. I feel all cold. What is he doing? Has he brought his friends around? What are they expecting to do? Who are they?

Soon I hear several people walking up the stairs and I hear my Master as he walks into the room and tells the other men:

‘She’s in here, isn’t she gorgeous, my little one?’

‘She sure is,’ chuckles one of the strangers.

‘May we?’ asks the other.

Before I know it I feel strange hands squeezing my tits and probing my pussy. I feel uncomfortable and want to scream to them to go away, but they seem to know exactly what to do cause they’re pushing all the right buttons and I start feeling hornier and hornier. My Master walks up to me and tells me to relax and not to disappoint him. He also reminds me how I earlier promised to do anything for him to be allowed to cum.

I hear someone opening bags and taking things out and I think I can hear someone getting undressed. Right then I feel my masters tongue between my pussy lips and I start smiling. He licks me with all the skill I’m starting to get used to from him. I moan out loud and I start hearing camera clicks and I can see flashes through my blindfold. I don’t know what to think anymore. He’s giving me so much pleasure with his tongue but the photos are starting to worry me.

At that moment he shoves his tongue deep inside my pussy and I moan out loud. As I moan a body moves between my arms and shoves a hardening cock inside my mouth. I instinctively start sucking the foreign cock and smile as it’s growing inside my mouth. My master pulls out of my pussy and I hear him ask for a jar. The man whose cock I’m sucking starts pulling my nipples in different directions. I’m on the border between pleasure and pain when he lets go and they bounce back into place. Then I feel his hands cupping them and he starts kneading. I moan around his cock and I can hear him chuckling at my reaction.

Then my Master’s fingers start rubbing my slit. They slide up and down, from my clit, circling my hole and then up to my asshole and back. Then I feel something cold and wet on my asshole. It’s followed by my Master’s finger and I realise what he’s doing. He’s lubing my ass up. That can only mean one thing. The stranger who’s fucking my mouth holds my head between his hands so that I can let go. I want to tell my Master to be gentle with me, but I can’t speak. I continue sucking, harder and deeper in a vain attempt to forget what’s going on with my ass.

I can feel my Master’s hard shaft rubbing my slit. It teases my clit for a while, then it stops at my pussy hole and I pray that he’ll slide it in. He moves as though to start fucking my pussy, but then he chuckles and moves to my ass. I can feel his cock head rubbing against my tight virgin hole. The pressure builds up as he pushes harder and harder and finally his fat cock head starts sliding into my ass. I want to cry out loud, but the sounds are muffled against the cock I’m sucking on and sounds more like a pleasure moan.

‘I think she likes your cock up her ass Steve.’ I hear one of the other men laugh as the camera continues its persistent clicking and flashing. ‘Fuck her ass.’

‘I intend to,’ my Master chuckles.

My ass is slowly getting used to the intrusion and I start relaxing. Maybe he’ll just keep his cock head in there today. The minute I think this I feel that he’s starting to move his hips, slowly digging deeper inside my passage. Then he pulls out a little and shoves it deeper. It’s like he’s trying to pound a nail into wood, slowly but surely shoving his cock deeper into my ass. I cry out around the cock that I’m sucking and my Master slaps my ass.

‘You like this, don’t you little one? You want to pleasure me with your ass, don’t you little one?’

I can only attempt a nod with my head. As the pain from my ass is threatening to rip my body apart I feel the cock inside me twitch. It’s going to cum and for a moment this thought sends my juices flowing. I suck as hard as I can and then I feel it gushing into my mouth. Several squirts later the cock is pulled out of my mouth while I’m still lapping up the juices. I notice several flashes and know that the camera is on my face and I lick the cum off my lips with a smile.

Right then I feel another thrust up my ass and I cry out in pain. The flash goes again. I hear whispers and then someone sits down between my legs and starts to lick my wet pussy. When the tongue flicks over my clit I cry out with pleasure. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, I hardly know where I am. But the persistent tongue on my pussy, flicking over my clit and penetrating my pussy hole is making me feel so good that I forget about the big shaft in my ass.

My Master picks up the pace and starts fucking my ass for real. With the help of the tongue fuck I manage to relax, but it’s still hurting. A shoot of pain from my ass, and then a shockwave of pleasure from my pussy, over and over and over. I start moaning louder and louder. I feel my pussy cramping. I hear the camera clicking. My Master is fucking my ass, in and out, thrusting against me, making my tits bounce.

When I can take it no longer I cry out for my Master to let me cum and he groans a yes. The minute I cry out in my orgasm I hear my Master’s deep growl as he cums and starts squirting his cum inside my ass. We’re crying out loud as both our bodies shake. The tongue is slowly retracted from me as my Master pulls his cock out of my ass. I can relax.

I hear my Master speak with his friends. I can hear them getting dressed. I get the impression that one of them fucked my mouth and the other one sucked my pussy. I don’t really care. I feel like I’ve just done the most deprived sexual act of my life, but rather than being ashamed I feel that I’d like to do it again. The men say goodbye to me and I hear them walk downstairs and close the door behind them. My Master comes back upstairs.




Submitting to a Stranger Ch. 2



‘Did you like that little one?’ he asks me.

‘Yes Sir, very much.’

‘So the next time I want to fuck your ass what will you do?’

‘I will bend over for you Sir.’

He chuckles happily at my reply and proceeds to untie my hands. Still blindfolded he leads me back to the bed where he gets in and then makes me get down on my hands and knees and start sucking his cock clean. It grows big in my mouth as I lick the delicious shaft up and down. He tells me that’s enough and asks me to lie down next to him with my legs pulled up to the side.

He starts fingering my pussy and tells me to do the same. It’s wet and hot. He pinches my clit real hard and I cry out in both pain and pleasure at the same time. He commands me to finger fuck myself as he starts pinching and releasing, pinching and releasing my clit. I fuck myself faster and faster. He asks me if I want to cum. I can only nod. He commands me to pull my fingers out and then he manoeuvres me to straddle him.

He expertly places his erect cock inside my pussy lips and places his hands on my shoulders and forces me down deep. I cry out in joy as I finally feel his cock inside my pussy. He tells me to start riding and I do so. He tells me to start kneading my tits and I do so. He tells me to grind my mound against his every time I come down and I start doing it.

I can hear his breathing getting heavier and I desperately want to cum. He can see this on my face and mocks me. He tells me that I can’t cum yet. He lifts me off his cock and gets me down on my hands and knees. He gets up behind me and shoves his cock inside my pussy. It feels so good as he’s thrusting deeper and deeper inside me. I’m sure he’s going to let me cum now. He picks up the pace and he’s fucking me furiously now.

My tits are sent bouncing, almost up to my chin with every heavy thrust of his. He grinds deep inside me and his balls squish my clit. His breathing gets heavier and I hear his roar. He’s cumming and he pulls me close to him. He’s cumming deep inside my pussy. He shoots his load inside me and I’m going crazy. I start begging.

‘Please let me cum, Sir,’ I whimper.

‘What did you say?’

‘Please let me cum, I need to cum, you’ve fucked me so good Sir.’

He laughs at me and tells me not quite yet. Then he pulls out of me places me on my back again, holds my legs wide apart and starts licking me. He licks up every drop of his cum that’s squirting out of my pussy now, mixed up with my pussy juices. Then he shoves his tongue way up inside me and I can hear a muffled ‘NOW’ and I let go.

I feel my pussy squirting all over his face and he buries his tongue and nose in my pussy. I scream out my passion and I cum in several waves with his tongue thrusting inside my cramping pussy muscles. He pulls out when I finally stop twitching. He lies next to me and kisses me, letting my taste my own sweet juices.

‘What have you learnt today, little one?’ he asks me gently.

‘I have learnt to please my Master,’ I reply.

‘That’s right little one. And what will you do next time I come around, on Monday?’

‘I’ll do exactly what you’ve told me to do, I will not disappoint you.’

‘Very good little one. Maybe we won’t have to punish you then. But you like the punishment, don’t you little one?’

‘Yes Sir. I love everything you do with me.’

‘Then lie here with the blindfold on until you hear me leave the house. Then clean the little dildos and put them in the drawer next to your bed, ready to be used on Monday. And wear that chain on Monday too, it drives me crazy.’

I hear him chuckle to himself, then he kisses me, gets dressed quickly and heads out. I hear the door slam downstairs, but keep the blindfold on for another five minutes to make sure he’s not coming back.

The next day at work I get a large brown envelope with my name on it. I don’t recognise the handwriting so I take it into my office and open it there. I pull out several black and white pictures of myself, naked in my room. There are pictures of me sucking a dick, licking cum off my lips, my pussy being licked and my ass being fucked. On none of them is it possible to identify any features of the man. I feel my pussy getting wet as I remember the previous day. I start counting down the days till Monday.



Submitting to Daddy



You're waiting in the parking lot, fiddling with your phone. I'm watching from my car, smiling to myself; my daddy is a so cool, and confident. I walk nonchalantly to your car and slip into the passenger seat. My skirt slides up my leg to my hip, and you can see my pussy peeking out below the hem. 

I lean over the console and kiss you, running my fingers through your hair and pulling you close as I suck on your tongue. With my other hand, I run my fingers down your chest, down into your lap and fondle your already hard cock. I hear you moan into my mouth as I continue kissing you. God you taste so good. I finally break the kiss and gasp for breath. I look into your eyes and I feel my pussy getting wet.

I lean closer kissing your neck, biting softly, working my way to your earlobe. "Let's get out of here," I whisper. You smile, and I know you've got dark plans for me. You tell me to turn toward you in my seat, spread my legs, and finger my pussy while you drive, but not to cum. 

I obey, sliding my fingers up and down my wet slit, then dipping them in between the swollen lips to rub on my clit. I slide two fingers deep inside me, and pull them out, glistening with my moist pussy juice. I'm about to lick them when you grab my wrist and lift my fingers to your lips. You sniff them and grin, then suck my fingers clean. I'm fidgeting, whimpering, hoping that we get to your destination quickly. 

"You're so hot, baby. Daddy loves your nasty slut pussy." I whimper louder, but know you're not going to let me cum so I don't bother asking.

We pull up to a hotel and I look at you questioningly. We usually go to your place for a quick fuck. You laugh at my look but don't give me any answers. You come around the car and open the door, and bend down, taking my face in your hand. You kiss my mouth, then tell me in a low voice that when I get out, I should make sure the valet sees my red, swollen pussy. 

I whimper -- you know I hate when you make me do things like that in public. I also know it gets you off, knowing that they are seeing what you get to fuck -- your little girl. As you step away, I twist myself out of the car, spreading my legs as the young valet approaches. My face is burning, but not as much as his. You, however, act as if nothing is out of the ordinary as you grab a small overnight bag from the trunk, and grasp my arm.

You lead me inside, and straight to the elevator. Apparently you've already checked in. We're lucky -- the elevator is empty, and as the doors close, you shove me hard against the back of the elevator, lift my skirt, and kneel in front of me. You lick my clit, and my legs quiver, your fingers and tongue exploring me right there in the elevator.

I'm trying not to scream out as my fingers wrap in your hair, pulling you closer. You look up to mutter two words to me: "Cum, slut." It only takes a moment -- I'm so on edge. I'm flooding your tongue with pussy juices as I moan and cum hard. My thighs are slick with cum, and the small space smells of sex. I'm terrified the elevator is going to stop and someone will step inside seeing Daddy between my legs-- but no one does. We get to the tenth floor without any stops.

We get to the room, and you pull me inside. You push me against the door, your hand around my throat, the other pulling my clothes off. You lick my skin, from my collarbone to my lips, running your tongue over my mouth before you bite my lip. I whimper and thrust my hips at you. You slap my thigh and tell me not to move.

You begin kissing your way down my body, from my lips, to my throat, down across each breast, lavishing attention on each nipple, both hard and responsive to your tongue. You pause, and bite down on my left nipple, feeling me jump a little, but pleased that I didn't pull away. You continue kissing and nibbling down my stomach, and place a kiss on each hip. I moan, thinking you're going to eat my pussy again, but you surprise me and stand, completely ignoring my hot, wet snatch.

You startle me by saying, "Lean over the desk, tits and face flat on top of it, bitch." I feel my face burn, aware that I'm naked, and you, you're fully dressed. It reinforces the power positions. I'm also aware you're watching my tits bounce and my ass tremble as I walk past you. 

"Stop!" you command me. I pause in my tracks and look over my shoulder at you. "Get on your knees, and crawl like the whore you are." I give you a withering stare; you know I hate crawling. I chew my lower lip, contemplating the options.

You don't give me much time before you cross the room in two steps, grab my hair, and yank my head back. "Owwwwww! You fucking bastard, Daddy!" I complain loudly. "That HURTS!"

"I don't fucking care. When Daddy tells you to do something, you do it. You don't glare at me like a petulant little cunt. You get on your knees, you flash MY pussy, you suck my cock, you lick my ass, if I want it. Yeah, MY pussy. That's mine. Those tits, MINE. Every part of you, whore, is mine. You belong to your Daddy."

I look down at the floor, shamed. You grab me and propel me to the desk, shoving me hard against it, the sharp edge biting into my hips. I know better than to complain. You were going to fuck me, you tell me, but now, I need discipline. I hear you unbuckle your belt and slide it out of the loops. I'm already shaking -- this is going to hurt. I lay my hands flat on the desk top and try to slow my anxious breathing and relax. 

It hurts more when I'm tense. The seconds tick by, counted by the clock on the mantle over the fireplace. Tick. Tick. Tick. Each one feels an eternity. Tick. Tick. CRACK. Your belt lands square on the top of my ass, biting into the flesh. I scream and the tears well up in my eyes. Fuck, I didn't use waterproof eye makeup and I know I'm going to look like a whore.

Crack. Crack. Crack. I cry out with each slap of the leather -- spaced out so I don't get too used to the feeling. You are merciful, and stop after 10 strokes. I feel your hands, running over the welts you raised on my skin, and I shiver. "So beautiful when it's covered in red stripes" you say to me. "But I think this ass needs my hand prints as well." You begin spanking me, hard, each blow landing somewhere new. Try as hard as I might, I can't help twisting my hips and trying to get away.

You're finally finished. You allow me to turn around then tell me to get on all fours on top of the bed. I hear you undress behind me, and as much as I want to see your body, I stay in position. You move behind me, and without warning, shove your cock deep into my cunt. I moan loudly. You're driving your cock to the hilt, and your hips are slapping against my burning ass. I realize you planned it and I moan even louder under you.

I want to cum so badly. I'm afraid to ask...you recognize the longing in the sounds I'm making and ask if I want to cum. I tell you I do, and you say "Beg me."

I do. "Please Daddy! Please let me cum? I know I don't deserve it, but I can't stand it. Let me soak your cock with my pussy juices...Pleeeease!"

You pause. "Whose pussy?"

I think..."YOUR pussy, Daddy! YOURS Daddy! PLEASE PLEASE! Can I please cum!" I'm desperate, choking out each word.

You reach under me, grasping my clit and rolling it between your fingers. Then I hear the most delicious words from your mouth: "Cum for me NOW, you filthy little slut." Orgasms wrack my body, rolling through me, causing my pussy to clench down on your cock. I'm screaming and crying and moaning at once. I feel your cock spasm and swell, then your hot cum splashing inside me, as you groan. "Yeah, you fucking slut..."

I collapse under you and receive a somewhat evil chuckle as you roll me onto my back and look down at me. "Don't think you're done, cunt. We're just getting started."



Submitting To Daddy



I am not sure if it is the knowing what is going to happen or the actual act occurring that is more erotic. Having spent the previous evening cleaning my colon and stretching my sphincter I was going return to the man I called "Daddy".

Last week was our first time together after a few months of online banter. I had told him over those months some of my most base sexual secrets and our evening had progress along those lines. After entering his house and dispensing with the awkward first time conversation, I was told to get comfortable and quickly doffed my clothes and got on my knees in the subservient position. Daddy had stood in front of me with just enough distance between us that I was having to bend to shower kisses on the end of his hanging penis.

He took a few steps back and made me crawl towards him asking for his permission to continue sucking his cock. I was told to lick his balls and fell on them with a vigour that could be described as animalistic; they were a wonder, as big as plums and pendulous in a sac that was shorn of all hair. Opening my mouth I let one, then the other, slip in and proceeded to run my tongue all around them and applied just enough pressure with my lips to cause Daddy to moan appreciatively. Letting them pop out with a sound like a cork made Daddy's knees buckle and without permission I swallowed his now erect penis. That was no small feat as he did not lie when he told me that he sported an 7" long and 6" thick cock. 

All I did was put that wonderful cock deep in my throat and left it lie there. Breathing through my nose like a good cocksucker I waited for a response from Daddy, I stared him in the eyes and waited. He let me wait for what seemed an eternity and then pulled out until the head was brushing the back of my lips and then pushed all the way back in. I was waiting for him to do that and fell on his penis with some gusto which he took as a signal to furiously fuck my throat. 

Not sure if anyone out there has been throat fucked while kneeling but that is a difficult position to be in and be able to please. I am a great cocksucker without a gag response but when my throat is being bullied the way Daddy was using mine, it is a task to continue swallowing any size cock. I put my hands on Daddy's legs to slow him down knowing that I was in for some sort of discipline. I pulled back and lay down of the chesterfield with my head hanging over the arm and once again swallowed Daddy's angry cock. I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him into my throat with no worries of him hurting me-not that it mattered to him at all! I was there for his pleasure and he was going to get all that he needed.

Daddy had my mouth and throat for a few moments and then he pulled out and let me hang there begging for more of his abuse. He gave me that discipline by grabbing my ears and forcing his cock all the way in my mouth so that his balls were resting in my eye sockets. He just left himself there for a few moments until he thought that I was ready and then just rocked his hips and once again was fucking my throat in a manner that had me drooling spit like a tap in a matter of minutes. Daddy took some pleasure in the fucking of my face when he started long dicking me; he had the entire length of his cock pulling out and pushing right back to the roots. My body was twitching and his balls were starting to tighten, my reward was imminent.

It was during these long strokes that he pinched my nose shut making breathing next to impossible. That seemed to make little difference to him and he was continuing to assault my mouth-I loved it!! I could feel his cock thicken and his balls pull tight but that is the last thing I remember because I passed out. Daddy told me he did not know I did and had continued to thrust in my mouth and said he came in a big way then realised I was out. All I know is that my mouth was sore in a great way and I had cum all over my face.

Daddy lifted me up off the chesterfield and let me get some air back into me. His display of affection was touching and I showed him how much I appreciated it by cleaning his cock and balls of all cum. He held my head tenderly on his cock and I knew what was coming next when he unloaded a stream of hot sweet piss down my throat and pulled out to let some dribble on my face and in my hair. I looked up at him with a loving glance and hummed as I swallowed his soft cock into me just loving it.

We took a quick nap and when I woke his cock was still in my mouth and getting hard again. Daddy had a different plan at this time and pulled his cock out of me, got off of the chesterfield and pulled me up with him. We made our way into his bedroom and he lovingly pushed me onto the bed. He told me to get on my hands and knees with my ass up in the air and I quickly did so. I could hear him rustling around and the next thing I knew my ass was on fire from the swat of the paddle hitting it. Daddy grabbed my hair pulling my head back and with the other hand stuffed a penis gag into my mouth. He tightened the strap and forced my head back down focusing his attention on my upright ass. Once again I could hear him moving around and waited for the paddle to strike instead I got a warm hand spreading my cheeks and then a small insertion in my ass. The feeling of being filled from this was very weird and Daddy started to tell me that he was filling my ass with a mixture of AstroGlide and lidocaine so that I would be nice and slippery for what was going to come next. 

What was next was a proper tanning of both my ass cheeks by the paddle and a nice sized plug forced in my rosebud. The feeling of both the numbing qualities of the lidocaine and the plug caused me to wiggle my ass like a stripper and that got me a few more paddles on the ass. I was now filled on both ends and had a flaming red ass when Daddy grabbed my balls in his hand and pulled them away from my body quite forcibly. He attached a large collar and separator to them and let go. Now I was excited! He was following some of the suggestions from our month long verbal foreplay and if he kept doing so I was going to be a very sore cocksucker.

He continued with the bondage path and cuffed my wrists behind my back leaving me lying on my face with the gag cutting off my breathing somewhat but he continued as if that did not matter. Once again my cheeks were the focus of his attention and this time he used a bamboo cane and laid stripes up the back of my legs and on both cheeks. I did not know how proficient he was with the cane and soon he had me closing in on the zone that is known as "sub space". 

I was having difficulty breathing, I was gagged and bound and was receiving a beating that could only be described as brutal and I was loving it! The cane gave way to a flogger and once again my ass was screaming with the heavy handed strokes Daddy gave me. Without any notice he stopped the beating and I could feel the plug in my ass being pulled out, the bed moved and my knees were spread apart so that Daddy could gain access to my back door. There was no need for him to be gentle or loving and he wasn't, he just ploughed his thick cock in and started fucking me like there was no tomorrow and he kept saying things like "this will loosen you up" and "slut your are so stretched out now".

After the second stretched comment he pulled out and once again attacked my ass cheeks, this time with his bare hand and between each slap he rubbed the pain further in; that was a delicious pain. After a while he took more time rubbing and soon he was sliding fingers down the crack of my ass caressing my distended rosebud and further down to my bound balls which he gave a light tap every time he go there. It was my ass he was focusing on though and soon he was slipping a finger in every time he slid by and then it was two, three and before I knew it he was duck billing his hand gently pushing his hand in past my sphincter. 

I tried to move but being cuffed with hands behind me it was difficult. I gave a resigned sigh and Daddy told me that if I was good he would release my hands. With that statement I did what I thought he wanted and pushed back on his hand forcing him in past the wrist-I saw stars and went over the top in pleasure and came in thick ropes all over the bed. Daddy was not happy about that and made me eat it up before the cum soaked into the sheets. He was true to his word though and after he slowly pulled his hand out of me took the cuffs off and massaged my shoulders.

He flipped me over on my back and once again started putting his hand back in me, this time going right to the whole hand which I eagerly took into me. After a few moments of slipping in and out he pushed in and made a fist seating his hand firmly in my channel. If you have never had someone fist you I am not sure how to describe the feeling; full, tight, invaded, ecstatic they all pale but give an indication. It is amazing how a fist feels as it is clenched tight and released when inside a body. It took a short while but he started to twist his fist around and slowly pull back but not out, the intent being to get me open to the feeling of a fist and relax my muscles so we could go deeper later. 

After a few minutes of his clenching, twisting and pulling we both agreed that it was time to start going deeper and there was more lube inserted through a small tube and then Daddy opened his fist slowly which once again caused me some incredible feelings but I did not cum. With his hand duckbilled again he slowly worked it around, twisting and pushing, working it deeper and then pulling back and doing it again. It took a bit of time and some more lube but Daddy did work in until he was, or I was, half way up his arm. We stopped at that point and he pulled back until I was resting on his wrist at which time I told him I wanted to sit up. It took a bit of manoeuvring bit soon I was sitting or rather kneeling on my haunches with his wrist and hand still twitching inside of me. I started to pull myself up while clenching hard on his hand and soon I was able to stand on my own. 

I gave both of us a moment and then had Daddy place his elbow on the bed with the rest of his arm up like he was arm wrestling; grabbing hold of his shoulders for support I looked him in the eyes, gave him a wonderful kiss and while doing that sat on his arm. I don't know why I did but it seemed like the right thing to do and he went right up to his elbow with his tight fist forcing the wind and cum out of me in a whoosh. Daddy was caught unaware but quickly started working his fist inside of me and at the same time gave my softening cock a loving slurpy lick.

I lay back, pulled my legs in the air and told Daddy to fuck me like the slut I was. It took some doing on both of our parts but soon he was pistoning his arm into the depths of my bowels and I was talking it all right to the elbow! It was after a few moments that there was a glimmer in Daddy's eye and he pulled his arm out to the wrist and twisted it around until my rosebud just gave out and his fist popped out. He pushed his fist back in my ass and I was so loose that he was punch fucking me as if there was no resistance whatsoever. This went on until I could no longer endure the pleasure and ecstasy that was waving through my body and I came once again but this was more like a whole bunch of precum oozing out than a proper cumming. Daddy took that as a cue and slowed the pistoning and pulled his fist out of my now sloppy slack ass. He kept his gaze fixed on me and leaned in gave me a loving kiss and hug. We fell asleep that way and when I woke he was still wrapped around me. 

I worked myself out of his embrace without waking him, worked my way down his body and took his cock into my mouth and proceeded to make him hard; it was during those moments he woke and stroked my head. I looked into his eyes and thanked him for taking me on a journey we started on when we both logged onto that dating site. I finished giving him a most wonderful loving blowjob, swallowed his load and we snuggled again until we fell asleep. We are talking about doing some more of the things I told him about in our many months of foreplay, can't wait!!



Submitting to Dave Ch. 01







Submitting to Dave Ch. 02



I have no idea how long I have been in this position. My muscles aren't aching just yet. He cleared off the table quickly, placed a pillow down, and then laid me down. The wrist cuffs were Velcro-ed to my wrists, and then he tied them to the set of legs of the table by my feet. The other two cuffs were attached to my ankles, and attached to the legs of the table near my head. 

The blindfold covered my eyes and I couldn't see. He ran his hands over my body. The position I was in left me very vulnerable to anything he wanted to do to me. He tweaked my nipples, kissed my lips, tickled my thighs quickly, and teased my moistening lower lips. Then he walked away. 

Dave returned with the flogger. He allowed it to kiss my skin in a gentle way. He teased my thighs with it, and ran it over my moist pussy. He grazed the end on my stomach, and whipped my tits gently, enough for me to feel it sting slightly, teasingly, but not enough to cause pain. 

I could smell the musky smell near my head and knew he was standing over me. I felt the mushroom head against my lips and opened them eagerly. He slipped his cock past my lips and down my throat. I gagged slightly as he thrust it deep down. His hands grabbed my tits, squeezing them, causing me to whimper against his cock. 

He continued to fuck my face and man handle my breasts. I think he likes the sound of my whimper as he squeezed them harder, his fingers digging deep into my flesh. He begins to slap them holding his cock down. I can't breathe. I try to move my head away and he slaps them harder. His cock came out of my mouth and I gasped, spit dripping down my face.

He steps away from me again. I cannot tell where Dave has gone. I feel him pinching my nipples. Then I feel the bite of the clip on the left one. He does the same to the right. I can tell by the tightness on my nipples that it is the pink set that he has chosen. The set that has a little bit more bite to them. 

He pulls at them and I arch my back so that my nipples are not pulled from my body. I am biting my lower lip to stifle my moan. When he is satisfied with their placement he lets them go.

I then feel his rough finger on my pussy lips. He is teasing me, running his finger up and down my drenched slit, but not giving me what I want, he's not thrusting a finger into me, and in this position there's nothing I can really do about it. 

He applies two of the clips to each side of my pussy lips. I feel him pull my pussy lips apart wide, and I moan. I feel some string being wrapped around my right thigh, and the clips are being used to keep my pussy lips spread wide open. He repeats this with the left side. I could not be more open to him at this point. 

He runs his finger around my pussy, and he finds my clit. He applies so much pressure onto it that my body tries to wriggle, it tickles! He rubs my clit quickly and I'm panting, he's expertly building an orgasm in me. 

Then he swats my pussy, firmly, but not harshly. I yelp. Again he swats me. With his free hand, he reaches up my body and tugs on my right nipple clip. They are starting to ache, and are becoming sensitive to the touch. 

I want him to take me right there. I want him to fuck the shit out of me. However, I know that he has more restraint than I do. I hear the click of the tube of lube. The coolness of the gel sends a shiver up and down my body as his finger slides easily up my asshole. 

Dave slides his finger in and out of my ass, causing me to moan, his free hand is now tugging at my left nipple. I feel him use another one, and he is using to fingers now to fuck my ass, and tugging harder at my tit. 

I am whimpering both in pleasure and in slight pain as my nipples are becoming super sensitive to touch. He fucks my ass rougher, and then takes his hand from my nipple. He begins to rub my clit, and attempt to work another finger into my ass. 

It's getting tight, but I'm still groaning. My hands are balling into fists and my toes are curling and uncurling. Then his fingers stop rubbing my clit, and I gasp. 

He slides an ice cube deep into my pussy. And his tongue begins its assault on my clit. He laps at me fucking my ass gently again. Water is dripping down out of my pussy, and as he licks me. 

I didn't hear the cap to the lube this time, but I was thankful that he had lubed up my plug before inserting it deep into my asshole. Dave pushed it deep inside, and let it set into place. Then he pulled it, and allowed it to pop out all the way before sliding it all the way back in, but didn't let it settle this time. Slowly he fucked my ass with the plug. 

I pulled at my bonds, not to get free but to remind myself that I am in them. I want him in me. At this point I didn't care what hole I just wanted him in me, and all I can say is "fuck."

"What?" he says as he jams the plug deeper into my asshole.

I gasp in delight, "Sir please, fuck me," I beg him.

"Not good enough," he slides it out and repeats the forceful insertion of the plug.

"Sir please!" I beg, "Take my slutty asshole!"

He removes the plug, and to my surprise what I can only guess is the bigger plug is now being pushed against my anal opening, "Who's asshole?" he says as he gently pushes it into me, but not all the way, just the tip.

I'm panting, nervous, "Yours Sir! It's your ass please stick your cock into this whore." 

He pushes a little farther and I feel my ass stretching. Dave lets it slide back out before gentling pushing against it. With his free hand he is rubbing my clit, as he tries to force more of the giant plug into my ass, "Not yet," he whispers letting the plug slide back out so that he can push it again. 

He keeps up the pace as my ass stretches more and more. I am able to take more and more of the plug into me, but not the whole thing. As he is holding the plug at the widest part I can take, he unties the strings from my thighs. 

Dave then removes the clips from my pussy lips and I feel the blood rushing back to the area. He stops applying the pressure, and the plug slides out of my ass. The final bit makes a "slurp" sound as it comes out. 

Then his cock is driven deep up into my ass. My head flies back and I pant, as I feel his body on top of mine. He puts his hands on my collarbone and drives his cock deep into my slick ass. 

He is not fucking me gently either, he is fucking me hard. His fingers are getting closer and closer to my throat and then I feel the pressure. He had his hands around my throat as he drives his cock into me. 

Immediately the feeling of fear and powerlessness wash over me, and I love it. I can hear his pelvis slapping against my ass he is fucking me so hard. 

He stops suddenly. I am left on the table panting. I hear the condom come off, and feel a few quick slaps to my pussy. My body jumps but there isn't much room for me to do much else. 

Then I feel him push the smaller plug up my ass as he whispers in my ear not to let it slide out. I am not sure if that is going to work, but I agree. I hope it will stay in. I hear some water running and I know what he's doing, and I am thankful.

Shortly afterwards I feel some quick slaps to my tits, and I know he is back in the room. He reaches down between my legs while he is forcing his tongue into my mouth and pushes the plug into me deep, I moan into his mouth, and he bites my lower lip. 

He kisses down my neck, and begins to play with the plug in my ass. He backs away from me again. My nipples scream in relief when he finally removes the clips from them. They burn at first and then there is a tingle. 

Then there is an intense cool feeling. Water drips down my side as he runs an ice cube over my left nipple, then my right. He runs the ice over the nipple, and the areola. The cube is melting fast as he slides it down my tummy, allowing water to pool in my belly button. 

It is quite small when he slips it up into my pussy. It is almost as if the ice melts instantly with the way the water drips down the crack of my ass. 

Again he presses the plug into my ass, and I groan. He playfully slaps my pussy to hear my yelp. And I feel my legs getting released. 

Dave comes to my head and whispers in my ear, "Keep them open," he then licks and kisses my ear lobe.

"Yes Sir," I say in a breathy voice, allowing my feet to touch the floor, but keep my knees far apart. 

Dave forces his cock into my mouth again, and begins to fuck my mouth. As he jams it down my throat I feel the flogger ticking my pussy. I am gagging on his cock as he brings the flogger down lightly, and runs it over my sensitive folds. 

I can feel the salvia coming out of my mouth and sliding down my face. He dips his cock down my throat and I heave, as he pulls it out. 

The flogger is now dancing across my thighs playfully. The fear of him bringing it down in a painful manner is causing my pussy to drip in anticipation. 

He brings his cock out of my mouth, and rests his balls on my chin. I begin to lick and suck on that area right underneath his balls. 

The flogger grazes over the right thigh and then the left. I want him to fuck me, but know better than to ask at this point. He returns his cock to my throat and fucks my mouth forcefully. 

I do my best to breathe when he pulls it out, but he is doing it so quick. I gag less and less with each stroke. He buried his cock deep down my throat and brought the flogger down on my thigh a little bit more firm, and I yelp as best I can against his cock. When he takes it out I am gasping for breath, and I can feel the spit connecting the tip of his cock to my mouth. 

He leaves my head, and I feel it pressed against the opening of my pussy. I feel him running the head of his cock up and down my opening. I can't help myself at this point, "Please Sir, please fuck the shit out of me." I am still trying to catch my breath, "please fuck me like a dirty slut sir."

I can picture the smile on his face, "you think you have earned a fucking?"

He pushes the plug deeper into my ass and I groan, "Yes sir, please fuck my cunt, please!" 

I can't think of what else to say I just want his cock deep in me. Before I realize it he's in me. He has pushed himself deep into me and I groan. He fucks me hard, grabbing my tits and squeezing them, digging his fingers into me. 

He thrust deep into me and pulls my tits down, and then pulls back and the pressure on them releases. He reaches down and puts my legs up on his shoulders, and reaches down to my shoulders. 

Dave pounds his cock deep into me, farther and farther with each thrust. I screaming he is fucking me so hard. I can feel the orgasm building and all my muscles tightening. He continues the pace, and I can also hear him grunting. 

My orgasm comes quickly, and I lose my voice for a second. He lets my legs slide down from his shoulders while he continues to fuck me. I continue to breathe heavily but I am coming down from the orgasm. With each thrust I can feel the plug being pushed into me. I wonder if he can feel the plug while he is inside me. 

Dave brought his hands to my throat again. He applied slight pressure, enough for me to know that he was there, but not enough to cut off my air supply. Again this thrills me as he drives his cock up in me. 

My hands are balling into fists again; I wish they were free so that I could pull him down onto me. His cock is pounding into me, and I can hear the slapping ass his pelvis meets mine. 

I can feel Dave's cock growing, as he is reaching deeper parts of me. His thrusts become frantic, as he fucks me even harder. Another orgasm is building in me, and now I get louder. 

Then it happens, mine is quick, but an orgasm none-the-less. I feel his hands tighten, and then he releases my throat. He gives a few more thrusts, and then they taper off. 

He lets out a long breath, and then falls onto me. We lie there panting for a minute. I wish my hands were free even more so now so that I could wrap them around him. As if he were reading my mind I feel them become loose, as he reaches down to untie me. As soon as I am free I wrap my arms around him and kiss the top of his sweaty head. 



Submitting to Her



Note: My previous story "Paid Into Lesbian Facesitting" sets up this short story.

- Kim.

*****

My friend Miranda, a lesbian amateur pornstar, had tricked me into going "gay for pay" with her.

I ended up loving it, but it wasn't Miranda who I couldn't keep out of my head since that day.

It was her friend, the cameragirl who bluntly sat on my face after filming us.

I brought her to orgasm in less than ten minutes, and then she left without a word.

She never even told me her name, and I didn't really care.

The fact of the matter was, I had loved it and I couldn't stop thinking about it.

The smile on the cameragirl's face as she hovered over me, the smell of her pussy as she pressed it down over my mouth and nose and her moans... Oh her moans turned me on so much.

While I definitely enjoyed my first lesbian act with Miranda, she was overshadowed by her friend.

Without asking, she had taken control of me, forcing my face between her legs, smothering me under her until the point of almost blacking out.

She had been rough, but strangely caring at the same time, caressing my face and whispering what I good girl I was.

No, not just a good girl. A good pet.

That was five days ago. Every night since, I dreamt of her.

Dreamt of her toned legs wrapped around my face. of lying powerlessly beneath her ass.

I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't.

Every morning I failed to resist the urge of rubbing one out under the shower.

Even during the day I couldn't help but think about her, and I'm sure people noticed how absent minded I was at work.

A part of me knew that going down this path would lead to trouble, but I just had to see her.

I went to the address where we met last week, assuming, or hoping it was her home.

My hand was trembling as I let my finger hover over the doorbell, a tiny voice of reason me holding me back one last time.

But my fluttering heart won out and I pressed the button, biting my lower lip shyly as if I was doing something forbidden and naughty.

I saw a figure approaching behind the frosted glass, and I gulped as I took in the silhouette of what would soon, hopefully, be my lover.

She walked with the elegance of a model and had a body to match.

I had seen this quite clearly last week, of course, and just seeing the shape of her body turned me on immensely.

She wasn't very tall, but that hadn't stopped her from being unquestionably in charge.

Her hips were wide and she had almost impossibly large tits for someone her size, and judging by the blurred image behind the glass, she was again wearing a revealing short dress.

Normally, I'd find girls dressing like that slutty, but she looked confident and in control.

Of course, the fresh memory of my face tucked between her ass and ankles helped assure me of that image.

She didn't seem surprised in the slightest when she opened the door.

The girl who had conquered me so easily merely smiled, winked and turned to walk towards the living room, not saying a word.

I took a long, deep breath, like when one prepares for a dive into the pool, and stepped inside.

The door closed behind me with a heavy thump and for just a split second I felt a pang of regret.

She wiggled her ass excessively, knowing I was looking at it.

Her short, blue dress had a slit in the right side and with every step she took it slightly revealed the strings of her black panties.

The long heels of her shoes helped present her lovely rear to me and I found myself unable to look away.

I realized I hadn't been in the living room before and I felt somewhat ashamed when I thought about it.

She had felt my tongue inside her, in her bedroom, within an hour after meeting me..

Now I was standing in her living room for the first time and the only reason I was here was to repeat the process.

She, too, had figured this out but seemed less ashamed of it.

I could see the look on her face when she turned around, her hands resting on her hips and her head cocked to the side questioningly.

We stood there for a few seconds before I realized she wasn't going to ask or say anything.

"Uhm, I... L-last week... Last week was nice." I stammered, cursing myself immediately after.

It was nice? That's the best I could come up with?

She smiled, just barely, and I blushed fiercely.

My fingers fumbled with the edge of my halter top and my eyes dropped.

I too nervous to say anything else, but she wasn't going to meet me halfway.

"Maybe we could, uhm, go out?" I asked, my voice barely louder than a whisper.

She giggled and I felt my heart sink.

Was she not interested? Was she just playing with me?

I carefully looked up at her, trying to get a read on her expression.

Her stern grey eyes stared back at me and she pouted arrogantly.

"No," she said.

Before I could react, which would probably have been bursting out in tears, she continued speaking.

"But you can eat me out."

I blinked and smiled broadly at her, even though I tried not to.

"Really?" I blurted out, not realizing how corny that sounded, but she just laughed at that.

"Yes, my dear pet. Is that not what you've been longing for?"

I looked away again, ashamed by the direct confrontation.

My cheeks were already fiery red of shame and lust and I feared that my legs would turn to jelly any moment now.

I bit my lip and glanced up at her again, and I must've looked like a silly little puppy to her.

She slowly lifted the front of her dress, revealing a pair of simple, yet strangely alluring black panties.

I licked my lips in anticipation, remembering all too well how I loved the taste of her, and slowly stepped closer and closer.

Our faces were now inches apart and I looked at her sparkling eyes.

The slight, shy smile on her face betrayed her otherwise arrogant appearance and I knew she had been waiting for this as much as me.

I closed my eyes and carefully moved in to kiss her, but my eyes shot open when I felt her firmly grip my cheeks, her index finger resting over my lips.

"You're not allowed to kiss these lips, pet." She told me, squinting her eyes.

I gasped and took a step back, but she immediately closed the gap, her finger still on my lips.

A voice in my head, that little sensible one that I always ignored, told me to run away, but I couldn't.

Even know, at the prospect of becoming nothing more than a toy for her, I couldn't help but adore her.

I tried to open my mouth in protest, hoping to convince her we could be more than just sexual partners, but she shushed me.

"I'm not going to regret letting you in, am I?" She asked in a fake, overly concerned tone.

I shook my head slightly and she smiled.

"Good. Now get on your knees and please me."

Slowly I got to my knees in front of her until I found my face level with her pantyclad pussy.

I was glad to feel a thick carpet under my knees, and rested my hands on my thighs in an attempt to get comfortable.

She was still holding her dress up and I closed my eyes as I nuzzled my face against her panties, inhaling her unmistakable scent.

She gently patted my head with her free hand and ran her fingers through my hair.

I purred in excitement and fought the urge to tear her panties down, instead enjoying the rapidly building feeling of anticipation, and the warmth of her thighs against my cheeks.

The soft, beautiful thighs that had kept me firmly at my task last week.

I was finally between her legs again and I felt my heart flutter.

It felt so right to be here.

On my knees, between her legs with my nose pressing against her silken panties.

I pursed my lips and kissed her mound, immediately feeling the panties growing damp.

Seemingly she, too, had been looking forward to this moment and that fact alone made me feel tingly with pride.

The taste of her wet panties was nowhere near as intense as having her pussy all over my face but even the slightest taste of her was enough to make my head spin.

It took all my self control to take it slow but I managed to break away and kiss her naked thighs.

She let me build up the suspense, her fingers still gently running to my hair, knowing I had already given in to her completely.

I slowly moved up and she moved her dress further up as I went higher.

Her belly was impressively toned, firm enough to show she worked out and took care of her body, yet soft and feminine.

I kissed all over her belly in admiration but she quickly grew needy of having my lips and tongue elsewhere, slowly but firmly pushing me lower.

As she pushed me back down I took the top of her panties between my lips, pulling them down until my nose rested against her bare lips.

The smell was intoxicating and I wondered if she had masturbated in wait of my arrival.

I wiggled my nose between her lips, rubbing it up and down but as I stuck my tongue out to taste her wetness, the panties slipped from between my lips and back into place.

I reached up with my hands to pull her panties down.

When they were halfway down her legs she tugged at my hair, redirecting me to the task at hand.

I eagerly ran my tongue over her wet lips, eyes closed as I savored the taste of her.

Her juices were as divine as I remembered and I couldn't resist any longer.

I eagerly parted her lips with my tongue, wiggling it inside her, feeling her walls contract as I reached deeper.

Unlike last time when she sat on my face, I could still breathe through my nose, while my lips were sealed over her's,

She let me worship her pussy for minutes, occasionally bucking her hips against my cheeks whenever I curled my tongue and explore her depths.

With some pressure she expelled my tongue and without further guidance I began licking her lips in long strokes, circling near her clit before quickly plunging back inside her.

She let me control the pace for a while, allowing me to explore her pussy and play with her clit as I liked.

Her juices flowed over my tongue more steadily, my unnamed mistress growing hotter by the moment.

I looked up at her from between her legs and saw her grin devilishly at me.

She held me tight by the base of my hair and pushed me backwards slightly.

I had to place my hands on the carpet behind me to keep myself from toppling over and she stepped forward, placing her legs over my shoulders.

Her warm thighs now pressed against my cheeks constantly, and it made me feel strangely comfortable.

She let go of the dress, which came to rest over my face, trapping me in a warm darkness, and took hold of my head with both hands.

She held me firmly against her pussy, keeping me from giving her my full attention, but then she started moving back and forth and I realized she was no longer letting me decide the pace.

I still licked at her and tried to plunge my tongue inside her but after a short time I gave up and resorted to kissing her pussy as it slid over my face.

She pressed downwards whenever my nose neared her clit, painfully using my nose as a little toy, but I took the opportunity to worm my tongue inside her and take her delicious juices in my mouth.

My arms were feeling heavy but I didn't dare to struggle, instead focusing on the smell and taste of her.

Her grinding was getting faster and rougher by the minute and I struggled to keep up, licking aimlessly at her slit as she grinded against my mouth and smeared her wetness over my face.

Without warning she pulled my hair, pressing her pussy over my mouth and my nose against her flesh, cutting off my breath.

Her thighs trembled against my cheeks and I felt a sudden gush of liquid in my mouth.

Without thought I eagerly swallowed it, almost choking as she continued to squirt into the back of my mouth.

I pushed my tongue inside, wanting more of her, and reveled in the feeling of her walls trembling around my tongue.

It took her a good minute to come down from her orgasm, giggling softly while I gently continued to kiss and lick her lips.

I was afraid that she would dismiss me already and regretted helping her come so quickly, but she was far from done with me.

She let go of my head and roughly pushed me down on the ground.

In one motion she turned around and knelt down over my face, her wet pussy just inches above my face.

I swallowed, remembering how I almost passed out the last time she rode me, but didn't dare struggle.

She took a moment to position herself properly, tucking her ankles behind my head and gently wiggling around until most of my face disappeared beneath her firm bum.

Her lips made contact with mine and I immediately licked the wetness from her, growing addicted to the taste as much as her reaction to my attention.

The position made it almost impossible for me to reach her clit and she was intentionally sliding around until my nose was wedged between her cheeks and I couldn't breathe anymore.

Her taste, smell and slight twitching whenever I plunged deep inside her were so much more important than breathing.

But seconds became a minute and I started getting dizzy and weak.

I ran my hands over her legs, back towards her ass and lightly pressed against them.

She took a hold of my wrists and moved to hold them in front of her, and pressed down more firmly on my face.

I moaned into her pussy and tried to wiggle free, but she effortlessly held me down.

With her ankles behind my head, my nose pinched between her cheeks and her warm, hot pussy pressing over my mouth, there wasn't much I could do.

I plunged my tongue deep inside her and snaked it around, trying to arch up as best I could, but she no longer seemed to care for my participation.

She started grinding, slowly but surely, making sure not to let me slip free.

Without any real effort, she took both my wrists and pinned them against her belly with one hand.

Her free hand sought out her clit, rubbing it as she kept rocking back and forth ever so carefully.

She leaned back slightly, resting more firmly on my face but thankfully uncovering my mouth in the process.

I took a few sharp breaths and relaxed my muscles, forcing my body to calm down in a show of submission to my mistress above me.

In response, she let go of my wrists and immediately inserted two fingers into her wet pussy, fingering herself on top of me.

Not wanting to be ignored, I shifted upwards as best I could, moving further under her ass until my mouth was near her asshole.

She gasped loudly when my tongue made contact with her hole, licking slowly around it and probing it gently but insistently.

I didn't know what had gotten into me, licking another girl's ass like this, but the lewdness of the situation took away any doubts I had.

Her sphincter refused to let my tongue inside, but I wasn't going to give up and curled my tongue against her hole.

Giggling, she finally forced her muscles to relax and I suddenly felt my tongue slip an inch or two inside before being grabbed tightly.

She firmly held my tongue inside her ass but her building orgasm made it hard for her to keep control.

I pressed further inside whenever she relented, worming my tongue into her canal until I could give no more.

Despite her attempts of ignoring me I felt her tremble on top of me and knew she wasn't going to last much longer.

Her muscles expelled my tongue slowly and, while I tried to fight it by pressing against her, she managed to free my tongue from her ass entirely.

Before I could try again she slid back until, once more, my mouth was covered by her pussy.

Just as her lips sealed over mine she pressed down hard and her thighs squeezed my head painfully.

She moaned, loud enough for the neighbours to hear, and I felt her juices splatter into my mouth for the second time in half an hour.

Her thighs continued to tremble against my face for a good minute or two but at least I could breathe, if barely.

When she finally did move, she only slid back slightly, her pussy still dripping on my forehead, and started pulling her panties up from her knees before getting up.

"You really are addicted to me, aren't you, pet?" She spoke indifferently as she walked towards a desk.

I slowly got up until I knelt on the floor, softly mumbling "yes".

"Good... I think I will keep you," she spoke calmly as she turned to face me, a black collar dangling from her finger.

END



Submitting to Him



Julia's stomach fluttered as she laid the implements out on the bed. There was a method to Geoff's madness, making her lay out her own punishment implements. He knew it would focus all of her attention on the spanking to come. Wondering which he would use, if he would use them all. It wouldn't be the first time, and it certainly wouldn't be the last that all the implements would be used. He was unpredictable that way. He had his favorites, and more often than not she got entire punishment spankings with the hairbrush only, but there were times when he decided that the lesson would sink in better if the punishment was layered, cane over belt over hairbrush, each implement leaving its mark on her bare ass and its impression on her mind.

It hadn't always been this way of course. She vaguely remembered "before". Before he had come into her life, before he had decided that she needed rules, before he had become her Dom. She had railed against the need for rules at first, hating the constraint placed on her, testing his authority. She wanted him to be in charge, at least in some dark, rarely visited corner of her soul, but she always felt the need to test him. To make sure that he'd STAY in charge.

She was shaken out of her reverie by the tinny bleeting of the phone. She grabbed it, knowing who it was. 

"Are you being a good girl and getting everything ready for when I return home," Geoff's deep voice asked in her ear.

"Yes Sir," she said, confidently. She WAS being a good girl, which wasn't always the case, and she felt a certain amount of pride in herself.

"Good. Now, you know where I expect to find you when I come home, right," he asked rhetorically,"and after you hang up the phone I want you to strip."

"Yes Sir, I will," she exhaled. His voice always had that effect on her when he was in command of a situation. It left her slightly breathless, and made her body tingle in anticipation. She dreaded punishment, but part of her thrilled at his power, his ability to lead her where he wanted her to go. 

"Hang up now, and finish getting everything ready. I'll be home soon, and then I'll deal with your disobedience from this morning," he said ominously.

"I will," she said as a shiver shot through her at the word "disobedience. Almost too late she added, "Sir". She hoped it wouldn't be added to the punishment. Even though it had been her choice to call him that, it was still difficult to remember at times to show the respect she felt for him. She hadn't been his submissive for all that long, and this was her first foray into the Dominant/submissive world, so there were times when she forgot things like saying Sir. He was only "Sir" when she was being punished, not during fun spankings or during everyday things. There was something that changed in her when she was in trouble that made her call him Sir, as if she were a disobedient little girl. HIS disobedient little girl.

When all the implements were laid out, Julia undressed. Her feelings of vulnerability grew as each layer was removed. The room had been warmed by the afternoon sun, but her unclothed state chilled her slightly. She walked slowly to the corner to await his arrival.

************************** She was starting to feel as if she'd been in the corner all day when she finally heard the key in the front door. She longed to run to him and fall into his arms, but she knew that would only get her into more trouble. His footsteps on the stairs leading to their bedroom seemed to match her heartbeat, each growing louder as he came closer. She heard him make a sound of approval at seeing her standing naked in the corner as she was told, and then felt his warm breath on her bare back as he walked over and stood close behind her. 

"You know you've earned yourself quite a spanking," he growled low in her ear,"and I'm going to enjoy every minute of it."

She shivered from lust mixed with a little fear as he spoke. She hated punishments but loved how his power over her made her wet. She stood silently, knowing that he didn't expect her to answer. Corner time was meant for quiet reflection of misbehavior, not for talking. 

Geoff's hands on Julia's shoulders marked the end of her solitary vigil. She turned around, not looking at anything higher than his bottom shirt button. She couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze. She had disappointed him yet again, she just knew it, and didn't want to see that awful look in his eyes, sadness that she hadn't lived up the her part of their bargain.

"I want you to look at me, Julia," Geoff said, much gentler than she'd expected. His hand lifted her chin so that she had no choice but to look straight into his eyes. She didn't see the disappointment and sadness she had expected. Instead, she saw a mixture of compassion, love, and lust, and it surprised her. 

"I thought you'd be disappointed in me," she said quietly, as if saying it would make it so. 

"I don't like the fact that you disobeyed me, but I'm not disappointed in you. Nobody is perfect, not even me," he said with a quick grin," but that doesn't mean that you're going to be let off easily. You did disobey me, and you know that you need to be punished so that you will learn your lesson. If we're going to do this at all, we're going to do it right."

Julia studied his face for a moment before answering. "You're right. I screwed up and I need to pay for it. I've been feeling guilty all day, and I hate feeling like that. Not too hard though," she asked hopefully.

"What do you think," he answered, his voice deepening menacingly. 

"Um, I think I'm in big trouble," she squeaked as he pulled her over to the bed.

Geoff sat on the edge of the bed, and unceremoniously plunked her across his lap. He started right in, spanking her hard with his hand, making her twist and groan. His hand felt as hard as a paddle to her. She wondered, briefly, how he managed that, but her thought was cut short by the absolute roaring sting building in her bare ass.

She tried kicking her legs, which didn't help the pain at all, and only made Geoff bring his right leg over hers to trap her completely. She panicked at the new state of affairs, knowing that she no longer had a way to defend herself against the searing spanks. She tried, in vain, to wiggle out of his grasp, but that only made him spank her harder and hold on tighter to her nude flailing form. 

"You're not making this any easier on yourself, you know," he said forcefully, accentuating each word with an accompanying smack. "The more you fight against it, the longer and harder it's going be!"

After what seemed an eternity, Geoff stopped spanking her. Julia thought it rather odd that he'd stopped while she was still obviously not repentant. She hadn't struggled as much near the end, but she knew that she hadn't been even close to giving in. She knew then that this punishment was just getting started, and she wondered what else he had in store for her. Whatever it was, it did not bode well for her bare bottom, already red and stinging.

"Alright, up you go, and back into the corner," Geoff said as he led Julia to face the walls again. "I think you need time to think about how much trouble you're in, and what you're going to do to behave during your next spanking. Hands on your head. I don't want you tempted to rub your bottom."

Julia placed her hands on top of her head, and stared at the place where the two walls met. She couldn't bring herself to think about what could be coming next. Geoff was fond of his "toys", because he knew how well they worked on her. Use of any of the implements, or a combination of several, would have her bawling like a baby and promising to be a good girl forever. Not that it ever stuck, but for that time while she was trying to cope with a throbbing bright red butt, she meant every word. She always intended to keep her promise to be a good girl, but situations seemed to get out of control without her even trying, and then there she'd be, in trouble again. That morning hadn't been any different.

She'd tried to get off the computer before Geoff woke up, having just gone online for a quick email check, but then a friend had come online and they'd started Instant Messaging. She'd lost complete track of the time, and before she'd known it, Geoff had been standing in the doorway, glaring at her. She'd known not to go online. Geoff thought that she spent entirely too much time on the computer instead of doing what she needed to do, and had curtailed her online time. She had thought that it wouldn't hurt just once, as long as Geoff didn't find out. She'd been seriously wrong though, and he'd promised her that she'd be seriously spanked when he got home that night.

So here she was, red sore butt on display, and about to get even more punishment. 

She didn't know how long she'd been standing there, but the ache in her arms, and the lessening of the ache in her sore bottom told her that it had been quite a while. She didn't dare turn her head to check the room for Geoff's presence, so she wasn't even sure that he was still in the room. She knew one sure way to find out, but she feared for her bottom if she put her arms down. So she stood there, praying he would end this awful corner time, and praying that he wouldn't, all at the same time. 

Finally she heard movement and felt Geoff come up close behind her once again. He silently reached up and brought her arms down to her sides. The strain in her shoulders made her moan just slightly. She wasn't cut out to be a statue, she knew that much. 

"Bend over, spread your legs, and touch the floor," Geoff ordered. 

Julia groaned, but did as he said. She had difficulty holding this position at times. It was precarious in the best situations, but having to stay on her feet while the rest of her was essentially bent double and getting spanked hard at the same time, was sometimes next to impossible.

Julia had barely bent over before Geoff started paddling her. The thin paddle stung and burned her already sore bottom. Her first instinct was to move forward, away from that awful paddle, but she restrained herself. Geoff didn't demand that she stay completely still while being spanked, as long as she didn't try to get away. She struggled to stay upright against the hard smacks of the paddle, and wished that she could just stand up. Geoff was showing no signs of letting up on her though, and she had no idea how many swats she'd received, or how many she had yet to endure. Geoff never counted either, he always said he just knew when to stop. 

Geoff started talking then. "Now, let's discuss your time online. Do you think you can control yourself and stick to your schedule?"

"Yes Sir," Julia gasped between smacks. 

"Are you going to behave yourself from now on," he asked between spanks.

"Yes Sir, I promise," she yelped after a very hard spank. 

"Good," Geoff said, 'I hope you mean that!"

Julia was approaching the point where she wanted to tell Geoff to stop, but that was something she would never do. Geoff was in charge of when spankings ended, especially when it came to punishment spankings, and Julia refused to interfere. She knew she deserved it when she earned a punishment, and she was determined to take what Geoff gave her. She'd never used her safeword. Even though she had one, they had agreed that it would only be used in a real emergency, not to stop a spanking because her bottom hurt.

Finally Julia broke. She sobbed out her pain and guilt, with great heaving breaths. Geoff gave her a few more hard spanks. She knew that he wouldn't let her tears deter him, but then the paddling stopped and he helped her up. 

Julia fell exhausted against Geoff's chest, and she felt his arms close around her.

"Okay, it's all over," Geoff crooned quietly as he held her.

Julia calmed down after a few minutes, her sobs quieting to sniffles and the occasional hitched breath. Being in Geoff's arms always helped so much after she was punished, and she snuggled into his chest a bit more. She could hear his heart beating fast against her ear, belying the calm he was showing. She longed to stay right where she was, but all too soon Geoff detached her from the warmth and safety of his arms. She allowed him to lead her over to the bed, where he laid her down gently on the bed. Her bottom screamed pain at her, but she ignored it, wincing only a little as the punished flesh made contact with the mattress.

Now that the spanking was over, Julia could feel how wet the whole experience had made her. She was always amazed at her body's automatic response to being spanked, even for punishment. As her legs came together, she felt her inner thighs slide against each other. Her cunt was drenched to overflowing, and even the pain in her bare ass couldn't stop her from wanting Geoff's cock inside her, slamming her into the bed beneath her.

Geoff, now as naked as Julia, all but jumped onto the bed in his haste to get to her. She could see his cock, rigid and red against his much paler belly, pulse with need. They kissed hard, almost savagely, Julia's jaw hurting from the intensity of it. This was raw lust, both driven by the heat of what had happened. Their need was palpable, growing as their bodies fused together. When Geoff's cock finally entered her, she almost roared, a low guttural animal noise rising from her throat. Her body rose with each thrust, and she no longer noticed the throbbing of her sore and punished skin, even when Geoff reached under her during an upward thrust to grab her ass. The orgasm that tore through her, reached inside her and grabbed the primal shout, bringing it clear out of her mouth. Her body spasmed and shook, rocking Geoff's body above her, bringing him to his own violent climax. He collapsed on top of her, and they lay sweaty and panting in each other's arms. They had no breath left for words, only silent exhausted kisses. It was still early, but they fell asleep in each other's arms, not caring that the sun still shone outside.

They awoke a few hours later, both ravenous, so Julia went down to the kitchen for food and brought back a midnight picnic which they ate while sitting naked on the bed. They fed each other at times. Each sucking on the other's fingers as they did. Julia could feel her passion rising again, though not as desperately as it had after her spanking. The eating led to lovemaking, slower this time, not frantic. Geoff took his time, covering Julia's entire body with kisses and flicks of his tongue. It was sweet torture for her, this drawn out attention to her every crevice. He spent long slow minutes playing his tongue over her cunt and clit. She squealed and moaned, pushed just to the edge of release time and time again, only to have him move to her inner thighs until the pre-orgasmic tenseness left her. Then he returned to tease and torment her again, moving her clit out from its hiding place with gentle nips of his teeth, rolling his tongue over it slowly. She could barely stand the waiting, knowing that he was just biding his time before pushing her completely over the edge into bliss. 

When the moment finally came, so did she, in one giant thrust of her hips, raising her midsection completely off the bed. She sank back into the mattress slowly, her legs feeling as if she wouldn't be able to move them for days. Instead of feeling sleepy though, after a few minutes she was energized again and met Geoff's kisses with renewed vigor. This time when cock met cunt, it was a much slower and longer meeting. Their initial fiery lust had been dulled to deep passion, the urgency giving way to lingering pleasure. Geoff's thrusts were slow and deep, and Julia could almost feel him reach her ultimate depths. Every stroke of his cock was like his heart beating in her cunt. Her orgasm followed his so closely that she was sure that they had come together in that one perfect moment only told of in books. They fell asleep once again entwined around each other's bodies. 

Julia awoke the next morning to the blaring of the sun in her eyes. They hadn't thought to close the curtains completely the night before, and the small sliver of light blasting through the crack was a harsh wake up call. 

She rolled over, and the memory of the previous night's punishment came flooding back to her. She was barely able to suppress a loud yelp of pain as her bare bottom touched the sheets. She didn't want to wake Geoff, so she slid carefully out of bed and headed to the bathroom to check the damage. She turned her back to the mirror and craned her neck to see her bottom. She noted the marks that ran up and down her bottom, telling of the paddling she'd received, and the dark red splotches here and there. Not too bad actually, she thought to herself. She'd thought that it would be much worse, considering how long Geoff had spanked her. 

She walked back to the bedroom and slid into bed again, snuggling up against Geoff's sleep-warmed body. She didn't go back to sleep, but lay there thinking instead. She always hated being punished because she had disobeyed. If anything, she wanted to be punished because Geoff wanted to do it, because it turned him on. She loved good girl spankings, and impromptu pre-sex lust filled sessions over Geoff's lap. 

The thought of him punishing her just because he could, made her wet. Punishments for disobedience included his disappointment and she couldn't stand that part of it. She wanted to be a good girl, his submissive who did what she was supposed to do. She didn't want him to doubt that she truly wanted to be his sub. He was a very fair Dom, never making outrageous demands, never changing the rules on a whim. She appreciated that so much, and she decided that she needed to tell him. She needed to tell him so many things, and as she watched him sleep, she resolved to do just that. There was planning to be done, because she wanted to do it in a special way. 

*****************************

A few days later, after her bottom had recuperated from the punishment spankings, Julia prepared for the big night. She hadn't said much to Geoff about it, only that he should be home on time and not to plan anything for after work. She got everything ready, the implements laid out, and then she took a long bubble bath. She thought about what she was about to do as she soaked under the mounds of bubbles. This was important, something she felt she needed to do, to show Geoff that she was serious about being his sub. 

After her bath, Julia dried herself off, but didn't get dressed. She wanted to present herself to Geoff in a humble and vulnerable state, as a sign that she was willing to give herself over to him completely. 

When Julia heard the key in the door, she sat on the bed next to the implements. She had expected to be nervous, but she knew that she was doing the right thing, and that kept away any nerves she might have had. She looked up when he walked into the room, and smiled at him. 

Geoff took in the scene before him. "Have you been a bad girl?" 

Julia's stomach fluttered at those words. It was an automatic reaction. "No Sir, I haven't been a bad girl," she replied.

"Then I don't understand. What's all this for if you've been behaving," Geoff asked.

Julia stood up and crossed over to him, taking his hand. "Sit down on the bed, and I'll explain, okay?"

Geoff sat down where Julia had been sitting, and she knelt in front of him. "After you punished me the other day, I started thinking about things. I decided that I needed to reaffirm my submission to you. I accept the rules, and there won't be any more testing of the limits. I know that the rules are there for my benefit and that you only make them because you care about me. You don't make rules to be mean, and I appreciate that. I'll follow them the best that I can, and I'll accept the punishments willingly if I don't follow them. I want to be what I promised I'd be, which is your submissive, and I need you to be my Dom. The implements are out because I need you to punish me. Not because I've been bad, but because I want to start with a clean slate. I want to start out all new because I know I wasn't a very good submissive before. You're my Dom and you don't really need a reason to punish me."




Submitting to His Will



She strides purposefully down the hall. She has little time to work with today. She doesn't have time to play games. She needs him to fuck her hard. She needs him to make her cum.

She knocks on his door, waits a beat, and he is there. Without a word he pulls her into the room, presses her against the wall and covers her mouth with his. His cock is already hard against her thigh. He must have been thinking about her, about this, before she ever got here. Barely breaking contact with her lips, he pulls her shirt over her head, unhooks her bra, and cups her breasts in his hands. She roughly shoves his shirt over his head, desperate for his skin on hers. He presses his body to hers, pinning her against the wall, his chest hairs rubbing deliciously against her large round nipples, his hands raking through her hair, his tongue dancing in her mouth. He unbuttons her jeans, pulls the zipper down, slides them over her hips and down to the floor.

Her cunt is pulsing with need....the need for him to be inside her...fingers, tongue, cock...it doesn't matter; she only knows in this moment that she needs him. He raises her arms above her head, locking his hands around her wrists as he kisses his way from her mouth to her neck pausing to bite her shoulder just hard enough to elicit a moan from her before continuing on to her breasts. He lingers here, drawing wet, warm circles around her nipples with his tongue, sucking them into his mouth before releasing them with a wet "pop", gently blowing air across them before taking them between his teeth, biting at them until she is squirming in his grasp on the very edge of orgasm. He continues his journey down her body, trailing his tongue down to her belly button, circling it as she runs her fingers through his hair, thrusting her hips against his chest, desperate for his tongue to reach her wet sex. 

He looks up at her with a smile and says, "No touching. Hands above your head, please," clearly enjoying her torment. 

He moves to her ankle now, trailing soft, slow kisses up her calf, pausing to nibble at the back of her knee before kissing his way up her thigh. He draws in a deep breath when he reaches her crotch, her pink cotton thong soaked through with her juices. 

He looks up at her with a devilish smirk on his face and comments, "My, my my... someone seems to be very wet," before running his tongue down the inside of her other thigh.

She sighs and realizes with a thrill he is in complete control of her tonight. He continues to kiss and lick her leg for what seems like an eternity before finally turning his attention to her neglected cunt. He licks at the fabric of her thong, running his tongue up and down her slit through the cotton barrier. She wants to rip the panties from her body, she wants to shove his face in her pussy and ride his sweet tongue, she wants to beg him to make her come, however she does none of these things. She lets him guide her with his will. She stands there, hands above her head, nipples erect and tingling, pussy painfully throbbing as he tongues her clit through her panties. Her body thrashes against the wall, her hips swivel and thrust against him, her breath comes in ragged gasps from her chest. She is only dimly aware when he finally moves the cotton to the side to lay his tongue on her clit. Her orgasm has been coming for so long, her pussy immediately begins to spasm as soon as his tongue meets her clit. 

"Ahhhhhh, yes. Fuck, fuck, fuck," she gasps over and over again her body shaking as her juices spill over his face in a rush of pleasure.

Her pussy still pulsing, he stands up and roughly drags her over to the bed. He throws her down face first and commands her to get up on all fours.

"You came without my permission, didn't you?"

She is confused; unsure what he wants her to do.

"DIDN'T YOU??!!" he bellows. 

"Yes, baby. I did. I'm sorry. You just..." 

"Shut up," he commands as she hears his belt being drawn from the loops of his pants behind her as she remains motionless on the bed. 

He draws her head up to his mouth with a fistful of hair and whispers, "You're going to take your punishment like a good little girl now." 

A fresh stream of juices flows from her pussy at the realization he is about to live out another much hoped for fantasy stored in the deepest, darkest recesses of her heart. The first lash of the belt is soft and gentle as if he is testing the waters. She slides her upper body down to the bed, her ass thrown higher into the air for him. The second strike is harder; a resoundingly loud thwack fills the air of the hotel room. She moans into the bed, enjoying the stinging of her ass. More blows follow, one after the other, faster, harder, stinging more sharply until she is wiggling her ass trying to escape the belt as he relentlessly assaults her flesh. 

"Fuck that hurts!" she growls.

"I'll be a good girl. I promise I'll be a good girl," she cries as her pussy pounds with desire. 

She grips the sheets tightly, moaning into the bed over and over again, "Yes, yes, yes, that's it. Do it, do it," as he brings the belt down to meet her pink ass over and over again allowing her brief moments of relief when he pauses to rub her ass and admire his work.

Just when she feels she can take no more, when she feels ready to ask him to stop, she hears the buckle on his belt clink as he tosses it to the floor. She feels his tongue on her stinging flesh, soothing the throbbing pain. He plants soft, gentle kisses on each burning cheek before turning her over to face him.

He drives a knee between her legs, spreading them as he murmurs, "Mmmmm, look at that dripping wet cunt. You liked that didn't you?" 

She nods her head in agreement.

He presses the full weight of his body on hers, gathers her wrists in his hands and pins them above her head again as he leans in and hisses, "That's because you are such a slut." 

Without warning he drives his cock into her pussy, her flowing juices allowing him to fully enter her in one thrust. He pounds into her with all his might, his cock painfully striking her cervix. 

She cries out and he answers with,"Take it slut. Take my cock."

He reaches out to slap her tits as he continues to slam his cock into her. Slap, smack, thwack go his hands across the soft flesh of her breasts. Her back arches, offering herself to him. She wants him to have whatever he wants from her. 

He grasps her thighs, his thumbs digging painfully into the tender flesh on her inner thighs to provide himself leverage to pump even more deeply into her. The room is filled with the sounds of flesh slapping together, guttural groans, and frenzied panting. Her abused ass burns as it rubs against the sheets, her clit stands up erect and swollen, her pussy walls grip his throbbing cock tighter and tighter as another orgasm approaches. 

"I'm.....going.....to cum soon," she manages to gasp, wanting to make sure she has his permission, wanting to avoid further punishment for disobeying. 

His only response is to place his thumb on her clit causing her to see stars behind her eyes as her gushing cunt clamps down around him, drawing his cum from him in wave after wave of orgasm, the room filled with his groans as he empties himself inside her.

He pulls out of her, his cock still glistening with their combined juices, straddles her chest, painfully trapping her arms under his knees. She is startled, confused, and a little frightened. His cock bobs in her face, smelling of sex, invitingly hard and wet. He swivels his hips and slaps her in the face with his gorgeous erection. She moans aloud. He reaches behind him to her pussy, wets his finger with the mixture of their cum he finds there and shoves it into her mouth.

"That tastes good doesn't it, you slut? You want more of it, don't you?" 

She nods her head as she sucks feverishly on his finger. He wrenches his finger free from her lips, waving his cock just out of reach of her eager mouth. She mews with frustration, unable to lift her head far enough to reach him with his knees planted firmly on her arms. 

He reaches down, stroking her hair tenderly, looks her in the eye and whispers, "Beg me." 

She continues to struggle to reach him on her own before acquiescing to his will. 

"I want your cock in my mouth. I need to taste you," she offers with eyes cast down. 

"More," he commands.

"Shove it in my mouth. I want a mouthful of cum," she begs.

"And why do you want that," he queries. 

She looks at him, struggling to follow where he is leading. 

"Come on, you know the answer," he prods.

"Because I am a slut," she answers her body trembling with delight.

"Good girl," he answers just before filling her mouth with his swollen member. 

He pushes his full length to the back of her throat as her tongue dances wildly around his shaft. He slowly begins to pump in and out as she moans around him. Her lips form a perfect "O" around his cock as he fucks her soft, wet mouth. 

"Mmmm, god that's so good baby," he murmurs as he thrusts. 

He places one hand on top of her head and pumps harder. She feels as if she is being smothered with cock. Her body squirms and bucks underneath him. He mercifully releases her trapped arms allowing her hands to fly to his cock, to squeeze and twist as she sucks him harder and harder. 

"Ahhhhhhhh, gooooooood," fills her ears as he floods her mouth with cum. 

When his spasms cease, she lays her head back on the bed, gently stroking him as she holds his delicious cum in her mouth. 

He looks down at her, cum dripping out the side of her mouth, lovingly strokes her cheek as he whispers, "Yes, swallow for me now. That's a good girl."

He watches with pleasure as she greedily allows her mouthful of cum to slide down her throat. 

He lies down beside her, looking at her with an arm thrown across her chest, fingers lightly brushing her nipples. 

"Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?" he asks. 

"Mmmmm, yes you did hurt me, and I loved every minute of it," she murmurs as she runs her hands absently through his hair. 

"Let me see," he says as he rolls her over to examine her ass. She hears a sharp intake of breath and a low, "Oh my God" as he examines her backside. 

"Hon, your ass is still pink. There are welts that are going to leave marks," he declares as he tenderly rubs her ass as if he can undo what he has done. 

She smiles and replies, "Good, then you did your job properly." 

She smiles to herself as he leans down to kiss her ass knowing she would leave with what she came here for....his marks on her body branding her as his.



Submitting to Lisa



Brian looked at the picture again. Yes, it was definitely her. Lisa Conway. Staring back at him from the screen. What were the odds? He wondered that hers should be the first profile he should come across on face book? 

He took another sip of his beer, feeling himself growing aroused as he looked at her face. It had been years since he had last since her. But he had never stopped fantasising about her. Very erotic ones. But lately those fantasies had been moving in a different direction. 

At first the images in his mind had consisted mainly of being pleasured by her, usually by her mouth. And then suddenly the images had changed. He couldn't understand or explain how or why those images had entered his mind but since they had he had been having those more and more frequently. 

He finished his beer and opened another one. Then he looked at the picture again. It almost seemed to be challenging him. Should he? He wondered. He doubted if she even remembered him after all this time. And would she respond to a message like that. Drinking his beer, he continued to look at her picture, almost hypnotised by it. Fuck it, he thought to himself. What did he have to lose? She'd probably never even read the message. Women who looked like that probably got hundreds of messages. 

He moved his hands towards the keyboard and started to type. 

When he was finished he looked at what he had written. Damn. It was pretty good, even if he said so himself. And as he looked at the words that he had written, he felt calm and at ease. His fantasy had been made flesh in a manner of speaking. Now that he had written it down maybe it would lose its power over him. He moved the arrow on his screen and clicked on the send box. 

... 

He awoke the following morning, covered in sweat, his heart racing. Damn, he thought to himself, the dream had been so vivid. He had almost been able smell her perfume. So much for writing his fantasy down. And was it really a fantasy? The more he thought about it the more he wanted it to be true. But it could never happen. She had never given the impression that she might be into something like that. Most women usually thought that men who had those kinds of fantasies were at best weird or at first sick. 

He pulled the covers back and placed his feet on the floor. In the shower, the images came into his mind again. He felt himself grow erect as he visualised those images being made real. To lose himself in that manner, to be completely and utterly stripped to such a degree. The very thought of it was incredibly arousing. 

He got out of the shower, quickly dried himself with the towel, then went back into the bedroom and put on his clothes. Then he went downstairs. It was a Saturday so no work today. He'd intended cleaning the house from top to bottom but as he stood in the living room, his gaze kept moving towards the computer screen. Finally, he could resist no longer. He went over to the computer and switched it on. 

It seemed to take forever for the various icons to come on the screen, and the internet connection was incredibly slow. Finally he was able to log on. He did so more out of expectation than hope. And then he saw that his in box was flashing. He had a message 

He read the email again. Was she serious? He wondered. She seemed to be but it was so difficult to tell from an email. People often put things on the internet that they would never even consider in the real world. More than likely she, like him, had had too much to drink. But as he read it again, he found himself believing that she was sincere. 

Hi Brian, Good to hear from you. It's been a long time. Hope life is being good to you. College seems such a long time ago. I have to admit that I found your email very interesting .Didn't think you would be into anything like that. It's always the quiet ones isn't it? Lol Of course you probably weren't being serious? Too many beers? 

Regards Lisa x 

Dear Lisa, Thanks for replying to my email. To be honest, I wasn't too sure how you would react to it. Yes, I did have a few beers when I wrote it but the more I think about it, the more I realise that I would like it to be a reality. I realise though that it will never happen. Hope this doesn't offend. Brian 

It only took a moment or two before the reply was received He read it with his heart racing. 

Be at Beddigans at 8 tonight. Wear a suit. 

Lisa. 

... 

He took another sip of his pint and looked at his watch again. She was late. Almost half an hour. He should have known that she wouldn't show. The whole thing had just been a wind up. He'd finish his pint and leave. People were staring at him, he was sure of it. He felt like a right Billy no Mates. And then he saw her. She looked across at him. She was smiling. And she was stunning. The photo on Face book didn't do her justice. Making her way through the crowd, she came towards him. 

"It's good to see you again Brian. How are you? It's been a long time." 

Suddenly, he was completely tongue-tied. " 

What's the matter?" she laughed. "Cat got your tongue?" 

"Mm, Sorry. It's good to see you too. Can I get you a drink?" 

"A white wine would be nice. Don't be too long. We really need to talk. Don't we?" 

"I won't be long." 

He got up and made his way towards the bar. As he stood at the bar, waiting for the barman to notice him, his heart was beating so hard and so fast that it was like a fist inside his chest. 

She had actually shown up. He had been almost certain that she wouldn't. Now what happened next? He wondered. 

He waited patiently as Lisa sipped at her glass of wine. 

"Mm" she said, "That's a nice wine." She smiled at him. 

"Thank You." 

He blushed deep red. She seemed to find that amusing. She laughed softly. 

"You've gone very red. You're not shy are you?" "I'm just-" 

"Confused?" 

"Yes." He admitted 

"Because you didn't think I'd show?" 

"I wasn't sure if you would." 

"Well a lot of Women wouldn't have. In fact- Some of them might have reported you to the police for sending an email like that." She leaned towards him. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" 

She waved his apology away with her hand. 

"No need to apologise" She assured him. "I found it very amusing. And interesting. Let's say it gave me food for thought." 

"Thank You" 

She gave that soft laugh. "It's good that you're so polite. It will be a good asset for you have. Politeness. And respect." 

"I was sincere in the email." He told her. "At first I thought it was just a fantasy but now I know that I want it." 

"Want it?" 

"Yes, I want- no, I need it." 

"But are you sure. Maybe you need to sleep on it. Think it over in your mind. It's a very big decision. Once you take that step there will be no going back." 

As he looked back at her, her eyes burrowing into her, as though she could read his every thought, he could barely breathe. "I'm certain of it." He told her. 

She sat back in her seat and crossed her legs, tapping a finger on one of her booted feet. "So tell me then. Tell me what it is that you need" 

"I need to be your slave" He told her. And as he said the words, He realised the absolute truth of them. 

She didn't say anything for a long time, just stared at him. He could feel the blood flowing through his body. He was totally aware of everything and nothing at the same time. The pub was almost filled to capacity. But at that moment the only person who existed for him was Lisa. Now that he had admitted to her what he wanted - no needed, the relief inside was almost overwhelming. Finally she spoke. 

"There are two things I expect from you if I'm to allow you the privilege of being my slave." He couldn't speak. All he could do was nod his head. 

"Respect and total obedience. Do you think you can do that?" 

His voice was a croak. "Yes Lisa." 

"I can see that I will have to teach you to address me in the correct manner." 

Her voice was stern, commanding. He felt the power of it. 

"But we'll let it go for now" She smiled, "after all your training is only beginning tonight." 

He didn't speak. Would he need her permission to speak from now on? He wondered. 

"Now, I just need to do something for me. Something that will prove your devotion to me. After all a slave should be totally devoted to its Mistress. Shouldn't it?" It. 

He was an it now. But that was only right after all. 

"What can I do to prove myself to you?" He asked her. 

"Oh nothing too difficult to start with. Just a simple act of submission and devotion." 

"I'll do whatever you say." 

"That's good to hear." 

He waited. 

"Get down on your knees slave and clean my boots with your tongue." 

He looked back at her. Surely she was joking. She didn't really expect him to do something like that in front of all these people. " 

I see." She sighed. "It seems that you weren't serious after all. It's been nice meeting you again Brian. Enjoy your fantasies." She stood up. 

As she turned away from him, he touched her arm. Gently. "Please" He said. "Don't leave. Give me another chance 

She sat back down, somewhat reluctantly it seemed, and sighed deeply. 

"This is your last chance" She warned him, "From now on you do exactly what I tell you when I tell you. Is that understood slave?" 

"Yes." 

"Good. Now I want you to get down on your knees and beg me to let you lick my boots clean." 

He sank to his knees slowly and bowed his head 

"Please Lisa. Let me lick your boots clean" He whispered. 

She shook her head. "You will have to do much better than that" she told him, "It's Mistress Lisa. And I want to hear you." 

"Please Mistress Lisa. I beg you to allow me to lick your boots clean." 

"Louder!" 

"Please, please Mistress Lisa. I beg you to allow me to lick your boots clean!" 

She laughed. "Still not good enough slave. Louder!" " 

PLEASE, PLEASE PLEASE MISTRESS LISA I HUMBLY BEG YOU, AS YOUR WORTHLESS SLAVE TO ALLOW ME THE UNBELIVABLE PRIVILLEGE OF LICKING YOU BOOTS CLEAN. PLEASE MISTRESS. 

"That's much better. And as you begged so nicely, I will allow you to lick my boots. " 

She held a foot out towards him. "Make sure that you do a good job slave. They are badly in need of cleaning. 

He lowered his head towards the boot. And then he began to Lick. 

Time stood still. He was focused completely on the task at hand. Totally unaware of the laughter all around him, as everyone watched him licking his Mistress's boots. Mistress, he thought to himself, as he continued to lick and lap at her beautiful boots. She was his Mistress and he was her slave. He belonged at her feet. 

She turned her boot up, and he lowered himself even more, like a worm, and began to lick the sole. Eventually, she seemed to be satisfied. 

"That will do for now slave. You can sit down now." 

"Thank you Mistress". He kissed her boots humbly and then rose to his feet. 

"You did a good job slave. Thank you. Your Mistress is very pleased with you. But this is only the beginning." 

"I understand Mistress. Thank you Mistress." 

"You are very welcome slave. Now I believe it's time to go. We've entertained these people enough. But before we do, I brought along a little something for my pet. Kneel." 

He knelt. When he saw what she had brought, He thought that his heart would burst with joy. "I think this should fit you very nicely. Lean forward." 

He did as she commanded. She put it on him. Then she attached the leash. 

"Time to go now slave. Make sure that you keep to the heel." 

As she led him towards the entrance, on all fours, he felt a sense of absolute freedom. The freedom of slavery. His journey into the very heart of himself had begun.



Submitting to Master



I was sitting alone again just like every other night lately. Somehow I felt the urge to put on my favorite red panties again. As they slid over my cock I couldn't help but be aroused. Ever since I was a young man I have felt the need to wear panties and nylons. Being 40 and recently divorced, I now had more than enough free time to indulge myself. Grabbing a glass of wine I sat at the computer planning on surfing the web and eventually jerking myself to ecstasy. Checking my favorite sites and e-mail had begun to make me hot and horny so I began to slowly stroke my cock. Beginning to breathe heavily I heard a knock upon my apartment door. Sighing with frustration I put on my robe and went to see who came calling. Spying through the peephole I saw an older looking black man who I immediately recognized as one of my neighbors. Opening the door I greeted him with a hello. 

"Hi Dave," he said, smiling. 

Looking at him I noticed he was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Standing about 5'7" he had salt and pepper hair and a small beard shot through with gray. He looked to be in fairly good shape for a man approaching 60 except for a protruding stomach. 

"What's up Bill," I asked. 

He smiled broader and said "We'll see."

As I wondered what he meant, he said to me "Did you know your curtains are wide open?"

"Uh, No," I replied.

He grinned again and said, "It's a very nice view from out there too. I especially like your choice of underwear." 

I froze and didn't know what to say as he stood there and smiled.

"Red is my favorite color, Dave," he stated.

"It's not what you think it is," I said, knowing how lame it sounded. 

He just laughed and looked at me with a knowing smile. Suddenly, he reached out and pulled the belt of my robe apart revealing my red silky panties to him. He reached down and softly rubbed my now soft cock and I jumped.

"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled.

He looked into my eyes and said "I am going to take what's mine." 

He pushed his way into my apartment and closed the door behind him while still rubbing my now hardening cock. Grabbing both sides of my robe he pulled me close to him and kissed me with his big soft lips. I tried to resist him but his lips felt so good on mine I was almost helpless to stop him. The more his lips rubbed on mine the more I couldn't help myself and gave my lips to him. His tongue darted into my mouth and when I felt it hit mine my knees went weak and he had to hold me up. 

Taking his lips from mine he said "As soon as I looked in your window I knew I would make you my bitch." 

Before I could reply his lips were on mine, this time more forcefully as he kissed me hard and pushed me against the wall. He grabbed my now aching cock and squeezed it. 

Pulling back from my mouth he said to me "Now you are my bitch aren't you"? 

I couldn't help myself, "Yes," I whispered to him. 

"Say it louder bitch," he said. 

"Yes," I said to him. 

"You will call me Master do you understand bitch?" he questioned. 

"Yes Master," I said as my cock twitched. 

"Kiss me, bitch and show me you are mine," my Master said. 

I leaned forward and kissed his lips and loved it. As I kissed him my mind began to finally realize that all my late night fantasizing about older men was driving me crazy. His hands ran all over my crotch and ass as I kept kissing him, moaning into his mouth. 

My Master pulled his lips from mine and asked, "do you have stockings, Bitch?" 

"Yes Master," I replied. "Let's go put them on you then."

Walking to the bedroom his hands continued rubbing my ass. Entering the bedroom he told me to shut the curtains and put on stockings for him. While I pulled the curtains closed and turned to my closet for the stockings he pulled off his shirt and shorts. After grabbing the stockings I turned to him and was shocked at his nudity. His chest was covered in a light gray hair and looking downward I saw his large cut cock amidst gray pubic hair. 

Seeing his cock made mine tingle in my panties. I sat on the bed and pulled up my stockings, loving the smooth, silky feeling. 

When I had the last one on he moved over in front of me and said, "Stay right there Bitch." 

Sitting there at eye-level with his cock was making me so hot and weak, I couldn't believe how horny this was making me. 

He reached down and tilted my chin up and said, "Do you like what you see, Bitch?" 

"Yes Master," was all I could say. 

I had dreamed so long of an overweight older man taking control of me. I couldn't believe it was finally happening. Just looking at his face, cock and belly were making me leak into my panties. Reaching down again he grabbed my nipples and pulled me up to stand in front of him. Twisting my nipples painfully, he again kissed my lips. When he broke the kiss I was weak-kneed yet again. Pushing on my shoulders he made me drop to my knees. As I hit the floor he pushed his cock onto my face. As his cock rubbed on my face, I was inhaling his musky, sweaty scent. It smelled as if he hadn't washed recently and was making my head swim. 

"Kiss it, Slut," he commanded.

I kissed the head of his cock and noticed a slightly acrid taste to it. 

I must have winced because he said, "Don't stop, Bitch, I just pissed before I came over and wanted you to have a taste of what's to come." 

Knowing that I was licking his urine of his cock brought me almost to orgasm right then and there. Suddenly he thrust his cock into my mouth a few inches and held it there. 

"Get used to it my little slut, it's going to be there a lot from now on," he said with a mocking tone in his voice.

His words echoed in my head and I realized I was going to be enslaved by this old black man. I licked and sucked the head of his cock while he held it motionless in my mouth. 

"Oh that feels so good Bitch," he moaned, "I am going to love this." 

He slowly started sliding his cock into my mouth. When I started to gag he pulled out slightly and looked down. 

"Not even halfway, Slut, we'll have to get you trained," my Master stated.

Slowly he started pushing his cock in and out of my mouth. As his cock slid in and out of my mouth, I was rubbing my cock and moaning. 

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, "Did I tell you to touch yourself Bitch?" 

"No Master," I replied, surprised and ashamed.

He pushed my head roughly to the floor and slapped my ass hard, causing my eyes to water. 

Repeatedly spanking my ass he said, "You don't do anything unless I tell you to Bitch, understand?" 

I whimpered, "Yes Master." 

"Kiss my feet Bitch," he said. 

I reached out my head to his feet and began to kiss them. Kissing his feet felt just so right and so natural. I was in heaven. 

He grabbed my hair and pulled me back up to my knees and said, "Now, Bitch you will kiss my balls and beg me to let you suck my cock."

I pushed my head under his cock to get at his hanging balls. They felt heavy on my lips and tasted wet and salty with sweat. The musky, earthy scent was much stronger and I realized I was smelling his asshole. As I licked and kissed his balls he was telling me what a good bitch I was turning out to be.

I pulled off his cock and pleaded, "Master, please let me suck your cock, oh please Master."

Once more grabbing my head he thrust his cock into my mouth and said "Suck my cock Bitch, I want to give you my come." 

Sliding his cock in and out, he began to breathe heavier and heavier. I felt his cock expand in my mouth as he grabbed my head and held it. Suddenly my mouth was filled with hot, salty liquid that made me want to gag. "

Take it all, Bitch," he yelled. 

The taste was almost making me sick, yet I was even hornier knowing it was come in my mouth. Slowly his cock started to shrink in my mouth, but he held my head so I couldn't pull away from him. 

"Swallow it all Bitch," He said. 

I swallowed all of his come trying not to gag too much. He pulled me up to my feet and placed his lips on mine again, making me even hornier...

to be continued?