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Sweet  Submission

By: slavespf



Suzanne waited impatiently, "God when will Daniel get here?" 

He was over 2 hours late and the dinner she made was growing more undesirable as the minutes went by.

Suzanne went to peek out the window once more. Darkness had already fallen on this summer day. Tossing the sheer curtain out of her way she went to fidget with the silverware on the table again. She popped open the oven and checked the roast beef and potatoes. A roast that was done to perfection a couple hours ago had developed a nice crust over the top. The potatoes so over done they fell apart as she gently stirred the pot. Letting out a deep sigh she closed the oven door.

Finally she heard a car door shut and the kitchen door opened. Daniel came in looking tired but otherwise fine. "Man what a day!" he exclaimed.

Suzanne went to give him a hug and kiss, "How was your day Master?"

"Long." He loosened his arms on her and looked into her eyes, "It's good to be home my Slave."

Suddenly feeling timid she lowered her hazel eyes. He had asked her to start greeting him wearing nothing but a pair of high heels, her collar and her frilly cooking apron. At first he just asked for the heels and collar, but after she tripped once and got scalded by some hot water while making dinner he allowed her to wear an apron.

Suzanne pulled the ruined roast out of the oven and lifted the lid. Daniel came up to her from behind, putting his hands on her waist he looked at this dinner over her shoulder, "What's this? This food isn't fit for me to eat. I come home after a long day and this is what you have for me?"

She feels his hands tighten on her waist. "I'm sorry Master. I didn't realize you would be so late. I can make something else for you if you like."

"No don't bother. It's already late. You should have known I wouldn't like this and for not having something good ready for me I'm going to punish you so this doesn't happen again."

Daniel grabs Suzanne by her collar and leads her to the living room. He sits on the floral couch and bends her over his knees. 

"Now I'm going to spank you until you apologize to me and I feel you've learned your lesson. I want you to count after each spank."

Whack! "One Master! Whack! Two Master! Whack! ...Six Master! 

Master I'm sorry for not having something better for you tonight. I won't let it happen again!" she pleaded.

"Alright, see to it that you don't but I want you to remember this so I'm going to spank you more to make sure you learned your lesson Slave." He continued to spank her with his strong hand.

Whack! "Seven Master! Whack! 40 Master!"

Suzanne's ass was bright pink from the spankings when he finished.

"Alright that will do for now. Bring me my dinner while I watch TV and be quick about it" he says.

He releases her and she gets up. Head bowed she replies, "Yes Master."

Before she leaves he takes her hand, "You know I don't like to punish you Pussycat but when you don't obey me I have to." He strokes her cheek, "Now off you go."

Her face is flushed red nearly as red as her ass and she scurries back to the kitchen.

Dishing up a helping of roast and potatoes she brings it to her master along with a glass of red wine.

She smiles at him and then bows her head, "Your dinner Master."

Suzanne kneels by his feet as he eats his dinner. She won't eat until he's had his fill. Daniel places a piece of meat in his hand and she eats it out of his palm, licking his hand clean.

When he finishes eating she takes his empty plate and brings him dessert. 3 scoops of Cookie Dough ice cream, just as he likes it. As he's eating his dessert she rubs his feet and listens as he tells about his day.

"Slave, I'm ready for my shower. Get it ready and I'll be there in a few minutes." He says as she takes his empty ice cream dish away.

Suzanne walks into their bathroom and turns on the shower, making it nice and hot. She takes off her apron, shoes and collar and waits on her knees for her master with her head bowed. He walks in a few minutes later.

Suzanne lifts her eyes and says, "May I undress you Master?"

He looks down fondly at her, "You may."

Suzanne gets off her knees and unbuttons his white shirt and slides it off his shoulders. She takes off his tan slacks next. Since she already removed his shoes and socks earlier she then turned to test the water. Finding it just right she leads Daniel in.

He steps underneath the warm spray. Water flowing over his smooth head and shoulders Suzanne takes a wash cloth and starts rubbing his face. She then takes some soap and lathers it in her hands. Sandalwood fills their nostrils. She rubs her lathered hands over his head and face gently rubbing the cares of the day away. She turns him around and massages his shoulders and back for a few minutes, just letting the tension of the day fade away. One of Suzanne's favorite parts of the day was washing her Master.

Lathering up her hands again she washes his back. Kissing his shoulder she turns him back around to face her. She washes his chest and works her way down. When she gets to his cock he says" I want you to suck it Slave girl."

Suzanne takes her finger and slowly runs it over his cock. Leaning in she takes her tongue and does the same thing. Slowly runs it over then under. As she feels it get harder she opens her mouth and puts his whole dick in her mouth. She draws slowly back and when she gets to the tip she starts to suck. Slowly at first then harder.

Suddenly he rams his whole cock inside her mouth and he lets out a gasp as he eagerly sucks him hard. He grabs her neck then squeezes just enough to make her catch her breath then he lets go.

"Mmmm suck it harder bitch." He looks down at her, "Make me cum. Stick your finger inside your pussy while you make me cum."

She slides her free hand into her moist pussy, making a small moan as she does so. Warm water flows over them as she sucks his cock and plays with his balls.

Aroused just like her master she asks, "Master may i cum?"

"No you may not Slave, and don't you dare cum without my permission either," he says.

Letting out a moan of disappointment she feels him grab her hair. He then holds her face still as he thrusts himself hard into her mouth. Suzanne tastes some his precum juices and eagerly waits for more. "You like that Slave?" he asks.

Her response was a muffled "Mhmm" and she looks up at him to see him watching her.

He continues to thrust his cock into her mouth. Now he is squeezing her neck again as he's getting close to ejaculating. Sweet warmth fills her mouth, "Oh yes!" he cries out. 

"Eat it all up now bitch."

She gulps down his sweet juices and licks his area clean.Taking the wash cloth again she begins to clean him. Rubbing soap on her hands she washes his cock and balls then on down to his feet. After making sure every toe has been scrubbed she gently kisses the top of each foot, a signal that's she's finished.

Satisfied that his slave cleaned him well he turns off the shower. Suzanne grabs a white fluffy towel and begins to dry him off. Once she's done she again kisses his feet to signal that she's done and waits in a kneeling position until he tell her to get up. 

"Alright good girl." He pats her head.

She bends up and wraps the towel around his waist. He kisses her cheek and heads into the bedroom to put on his pj's. 

"I'm going to go watch the news. Come in when your done," he tells her.

"Will do!" she winks at him.

Smiling he goes to his favorite chair and watches the late night news.

Meanwhile Suzanne dries herself off and puts on her favorite blue satin night shirt. She lights some candles in the bedroom and turned down the bed. It's a lovely summer night so she leaves the windows open for a nice breeze to help them sleep.

Padding into the kitchen she cleans up what's left of the dinner that got over cooked. Taking time to eat a helping while in there.

Taking a glass of the remainder of the wine to Daniel, she sits on the floor and strokes his feet and occasionally his calves, waiting patiently until he's ready for bed.

"Bring me the collar, I want to walk you to bed," he says.

"Yes Master", she says as she gets up and hands him her black leash.

She gets on all fours and moves her damp hair out of the way while he hooks on the leash. He leads her into the bedroom and ties the leash to the bed. 

His olive skins makes a beautiful contrast to her white skin in the candlelight. He tips her bowed head up and brushes the hair out of her face. Their lips meet in a quiet passion but they both soon grow hungry for more. He breaks away first.

She notices his arousal as he turns to grab her brush. She sits on the edge of the bed while he brushes her hair out. That done he sets it down and takes her leash off.

"You know," he begins, "I need to make sure you learned your lesson from before."

He sits on the edge of the bed and starts to spank her ass again. This time though as she's counting them off she strokes his cock with each whack.

Whack! "One Master!" 

Then a stroke of his growing cock, all the way to 10 whacks.

Then he has her kneel on all fours with her ass in the air while he spanks her more, but this time she simply kisses his feet after each whack.

Whack! She kisses his feet, all the way to 35 whacks.

He grabs her favorite vibrator now and sticks it inside her pussy. "Uh" she utters as she feels it slide into her.

"Undress me Slave girl." he demands.

She stands up and takes his pj's off his body. He's got his teeth on her pink nipples now and is biting them while his hands run over her body. Suzanne arches her back in pleasure and a moan escapes her lips.

She looks at him, "Let me taste you Master."

Despite the desire she sees in his eyes he makes her wait. "Beg me Slave, tell me how much you want to suck my balls."

Her arms are still over his shoulders as he's teasing her nipples with his tongue now.

Head tilted back she cries, "Oh Master please let me taste you. I want to feel your hard cock inside my warm mouth. I want to taste you and please you Master!"

He bites one of her swollen tits hard, "Yes my little Salve girl, I want you to suck me. Please me."

"Oh thank you Master!" she says.

She kisses his chest now biting each nipple then makes her way down to his beautifully large cock. She teases it with her tongue first and pleasure runs though her when it moves at the feel of her warm tongue. She sticks the whole thing in her mouth and gently sucks. His breathing deepens and he's playing with her locks while she sucks him.

He takes her face and pulls his cock away. The glow of the candles illuminates the desire radiating from them both. The gentle breeze cooling their warm bodies.

Daniel places her on the bed, she on all fours again and he takes out her vibrator. He mounts her and fucks her hard, using her hair like a leash to hold on to. 

"God you feel good my little bitch." he gaps out.

Her response was a happy moan.

He takes a candle and tips wax onto her back. Suzanne lets out a gasp. Every little moan or gaps she makes when he pours the wax on her he spanks her on the ass. 

Taking himself out of her he turns her to face him. He takes nipple clamps and attaches them to her hard nipples. She cries out a little in pain. He sticks his finger side her wet pussy. 

"That's a good girl, all warm and wet for her Master," he says.

"Mmm, yes I want my pussy to be wet for you Master." She moans out.

"Who's pussy did you say it was?" he demanded.

He pinches her clit and pain fills her senses.

"Ah! It's yours Master. Yours to do with whatever you desire!" She cries.

He pinches the tender flesh of her clit once more. 

"You remember that Slave." Daniel tells her.

He sticks the vibrator back inside her, "Now kiss my feet like a good little slave" he says.

Suzanne kneels down and kisses his feet. "Now play with your clit," he tells her.

She takes one of her hands and fingers herself while she kisses his feet. She works her way back up to his throbbing cock. She sucks it in ecstasy. Eyes closed she makes little whimpers as she feels him play with her nipples.

By now they are both sweating, hot with desire. Suzanne manages to say, "Master I'm close may I cum, oh please say yes!"

"Not yet bitch." His voice heavy with desire.

Suzanne tastes some cum in her mouth. Daniel pulls back and takes the vibrator out of her.

He mounts her roughly from behind again. His cock sliding in and out of her pussy like a well oiled machine. She can hardly stand the pleasure she's receiving. Knowing how aroused Suzanne is he says, "Now ask me again Slave girl."

"Master, oh God please let me cum. I'm so tight with desire for you, please let me cum!"

He's biting her shoulder now. 

"Master please let me cum, I can't hold it back much longer!" she cries out.

"Play with your clit Slave and ask me once more!" 

He's pulling her hair like a rope, fucking her like his life depended on it. He grabs her neck, squeezing it.

"Please Master I need to cum, please let me cum now!" she cries out again.

"Slave, go now."

He feels her body tense as she allows herself release, he lets himself go as well and they cum together. His cum fills her pussy and spills out. The sweet white fluid runs down her thighs.He makes a few more thrusts then pulls his satisfied cock out of her pussy. "Oh thank you Master for letting me cum tonight. Oh thank you Master." She says happily.

Suzanne licks her Master's cock and balls clean. Daniel gives her the last swallow of wine so wash it down with.

"Your a good Girl." He says as he tenderly rubs his hands over her rear.

She smiles,"Thank you Master." 

Relaxed and spent they both lay on the bed now. Suzanne tucks Daniel, her beloved Master in for sleep.

"Good night Pussycat." 

"Good night Master."

Softly she strokes his head and begins to tell him his nightly bedtime story.

"Once upon a time...."

Sweet Submission



Her heart was pounding with anticipation as she waited for him to speak. He stared at her for a long time, taking in her sparkly eyes peeking out at him through long lashes, the way her teeth grazed her bottom lip when she was exited. When he finally spoke, it was one word. "Submit." 

Her eyes widened in excitement, then narrowed in defiance as she replied "make me."

She turned and ran, knowing she wouldn't get far, but the chase was half the fun – for both of them! 

He caught up with her as she ran into a dead end. She stood there breathing hard as she realised there was no way out. He stepped towards her and she tried to run past him, but he grabbed her round the waist with one arm and pushed her back against the wall. He used the weight of his body to hold her there whilst he grabbed both of her wrists and held them up above her head.

They were both panting hard, their faces so close to each other. "Submit" he said again as their lips almost touched. "NO" she said through gritted teeth, and her body writhed against him as she tried futilely to get away.

He leaned in to kiss her but she turned her face away, still defiant despite her position. He growled, and took both her wrists in one hand, still pressed against the wall above her head. He pressed his knee between her thighs, almost lifting her off the floor, and grabbed hold of her hair with his now free hand. He turned her head to face him. Her eyes were shining and her breath was ragged as he bent down and kissed her mouth.

She tried to resist him, she really did! But the feel of him against her, the taste of him in her mouth, the gentle pain where he held her wrists and her hair was overwhelming. She started to kiss him back, her tongue searching hungrily for his, their mouths pressed together hard in a rough, frantic, passionate kiss.

He felt her body relax as she gave in to his kiss, felt her start to grind her hips against him as she kissed him back.

He smiled to himself and pulled his face away. She tried to follow his lips with her own but the hand on her hair held her back." No" she whispered," kiss me."

She tried to reach for him again and he moved his face close enough for their noses to touch. She could feel his breath on her lips, but couldn't reach to touch him. He was so close she could feel every inch of him pressed against her. She could feel the bulge in his jeans digging in to her hip and she knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Her pussy was hot and wet with desire, making a wet patch on his knee where she ground herself against him.

He let go of her hair and moved his hand to her waist, tracing the shape of her breast with his finger on the way down. 

She gasped as she felt his hand move under her shirt and make contact with a soft skin of her stomach.

He stroked his hand up until he found her breast and squeezed it through the fabric of her bra making her moan.

He reached around and undid it with one hand, letting her tits swing free under her top. He bent his head and nipped her nipple with his teeth through her shirt. She gasped as the pain made her clitty throb and her nipples stand out against the fabric.

He started to unbutton her shirt with his free hand. He kissed her neck just below her ear and she moaned and tilted her head to allow him more. He followed his fingers with his mouth, kissing each part of her flesh as it became exposed.

He let go of her wrists, knowing that she wasn't going anywhere now. 

He opened her shirt and her bra fell to the floor exposing her to his kisses. She arched her back and closed her eyes as she felt him tug gently on her nipples while he kissed her stomach.

He rubbed his hand along the seam of her jeans between her thighs, and she gasped! He could feel her heat through her trousers, and he could tell how excited he made her by the dampness of the material.

His hard cock was growing uncomfortable in his Jeans but he ignored it as he knelt before her and undid her trousers.

He inhaled her scent and it made his cock twitch even more. He pulled her jeans and panties down and buried his face in her beautiful pussy. 

He used his teeth to nip her thighs and make her inhale sharply, before lifting her foot and sliding her clothes off.

She shuddered as he ran his finger along her slit, testing to see how ready she was for him. She was so wet that his finger slid inside her with no resistance.

Her cunt was slick with excitement, and her juices ran down his finger as he probed her. 

He removed his hand and stood up, placing his finger against her lips, wanting to watch her taste herself on his skin. She parted her lips greedily and took his fingers into her mouth. She licked and sucked her own juices off his hand eagerly, flicking her tongue up and down the length and around the tip before taking it all into her mouth and sucking hard.

He closed his eyes and imagined her skilful mouth wrapped around his cock.

She cried out in frustration has he moved his hand away. She tried to move towards him but he held her back, pinning her wrists to the wall either side of her hips.

He kissed her hard just once, then moved his kisses lower until he was kneeling in front of her again.

She struggled to get her hands free, torn between wanting to get away and wanting to pull him closer. He held her hands tighter against the wall, then moved his face towards her gorgeous cunt. He took her swollen clit between his teeth and shook his head fast, causing her to cry out and her knees to sag under her.

Oh god she loves the way his mouth felt on her. 

She cried out again as he sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it with his skilful tongue. He let go of her wrists and held her pussy lips open with his thumbs. He swept his tongue over her exposed clitty again, softer this time. Her eyes were closed and her naked chest heaved as she panted hard in response to his touch.

He teased the entrance to her wet hole with the tip of one finger. She wriggled against it, trying to swallow more of him into her cunt.

Her juices were coating her pussy lips making them glisten, and he couldn't resist running his tongue along her wet slit.

He bit, nibbled, sucked, and kissed his way along her lips, making her gasp and moan as he did. 

He moved his finger back to her hole, joining it with a second. Without warning he plunged 2 fingers deep inside her and heard her cry out as he did so.

Her breathing was getting faster and her moans were getting louder as he moved his fingers around inside her.

As his fingers found that sweet spot that set her on fire, his mouth clamped back down on her clit.

He sucked hard and rubbed that place inside her hard and fast. 

She came noisily, her juices squirting into his mouth and over his face, her cum running down his hand and over her thighs. Her body sagged, her legs no longer able to support her and he caught her on the way down, his fingers still inside her.

He held her as the last waves of her orgasm washed over her. Her body trembled, her eyes were unfocused and her breathing was hard and ragged

As her breathing slowed she looked up at him and smiled. She stroked his face with her hand, and he reached down to kiss her softly.

He picked her up tenderly, all the fight gone from her for now, and carried her towards the bedroom. This night was far from over.



Sweet Submission



This is my first ever submission (so to speak) so please be gentle!



Her heartbeat pounds out a familiar rhythm as she waits in the dark, stretched silently across the mattress like an offering, knowing he's on his way. The sensation of her pulse is primal. She's tried to fill the long desolate stretch of daylight hours, anticipation rising with the setting of the sun. A few more hours, a few more mundane tasks, a little more self control. It's a mountain she climbs daily, the precipice of which she now balances on, waiting alone in the tangle of blankets. The bedroom door opens. It stirs the air, light spilling in from the hallway. She watches and waits; a few more moments. He strides into the room with the casual gait of natural authority, someone who knows his needs will be fulfilled. She shivers, wondering what will happen. He's unpredictable and she loves it. She knows he is watching her but she doesn't look up. 

"Look at me," he says, playful but with an edge of command. She doesn't look up, not yet. The moment stretches. He doesn't repeat himself. The silence swells. Slowly she raises her eyes. He smiles when they meet his, shakes his head. 

"That took too long. You know better," he chastises. She doesn't look away, her breathing quickening as her core tightens. He's captured her, standing over her like a predator preparing to strike. She's frozen in place, easy prey. 

She's getting damp, she can feel the arousal building as he reaches down and gently brushes her hair back out of her face. 

"Get on your hands and knees," he tells her and she obeys, compelled by the tone of his voice. He's calm and relaxed, but she feels a delicious pang of fear as he fists her hair. He rubs his fingers over her ass and pussy, pausing to flick her clit as she cries out softly. His voice is teasing. 

"Mmm, someone is a little impatient. You want me to touch you, baby doll?" 

She whimpers yes, writhing a bit. He pets her hair, a patronizing gesture that turns her on and makes her feel helpless. 

"Ok. I'll touch you. But you might be sorry." His weight shifts and she hears the sound of a drawer opening and closing and a quiet ripping sound as he wraps a length of black bondage tape over her mouth and around the back of her head, cutting off her sharp cry effectively. She makes a plaintive, muffled sound, trying to convey her fear and desire. She knows he means business and she hopes she is ready to endure whatever he demands of her. 

She feels exhilarated, her deepest desire to be an object that he owns, a toy he can play with, his favorite toy. She hopes he knows the level of trust she has in him, the way he frees her of all expectation and allows her to immerse herself in sensation. She opens her thighs further to him, a symbol of her submission. 

He notices, a growl low in his throat as he gathers her hair at the nape of her neck and jerks her head back. "Good girl," he murmurs soothingly, "that's it, hold still for me." She forces her motion to cease, feeling her panties soak through with a new flood of wetness. "That's a good girl," he praises again, stroking her ass and thighs. She moans again, the pleasure of his words and the difficulty of holding still overcoming her. His voice is amused, teasing.

"I think I know what you need." Time seems to stretch as he positions himself gracefully. 

She feels a flash of pain as his palm connects with her ass cheek. Her breathing grows ragged, her heart pounds as she lunges forward, away from the stinging blow. He easily drags her backward until she's lying on her belly. 

"What a bad girl," he tells her, though he sounds more amused than angry. "I guess you really do need to be punished." He wraps another length of bondage tape around her wrists, pinning them behind her back. She struggles halfheartedly but she knows she needs this. Struggling is futile. He does this because he knows it undoes her, he grants her the pain she needs to heighten the pleasure that will come after. 

The spanking is firm but varied, blows raining down on different bits of skin as her moans become strained. This release is sweet for her; she struggles for another few slaps before keening deep in her throat and giving in. She collapses into the softness of the mattress. His other hand rubs at her pussy between smacks, confusing her brain as the pain and pleasure create a heady cocktail of sensation, warring and then threading together; combining. 

"That's it baby" he encourages, "go ahead and cry," and she lets go, tears streaming as she sobs behind her gag. As soon as she really begins to cry, the stinging slaps cease. He rubs her sore ass gently, making sympathetic sounds as she squirms under his hands. 

"Shhh" he says softly, "it's all done now." He wipes her tears and puts his hand between her legs. His fingers graze her clit. "I think that punishment got you even more excited" he says, smiling down at her. "Naughty little whore. You've gotten your panties all wet. Guess we'll have to take them off." 

She mewls and wiggles her hips, lifting to help him slide the scrap of fabric down her legs. He tosses them aside and flips her over, her tied arms pinned behind her. He kisses her on the mouth through the gag and the tingle in her clit flares. He pats her cheek and turns around. 

He fastens each ankle to the cuffs at the footboard. She struggles experimentally, finding herself unable to move more than a couple of inches in either direction. 

The vulnerability makes her hotter, tied open for his pleasure. He reaches beneath her and unties her hands, easily catching her wrists and attaching them to the headboard. She's bound spread eagled on the bed, arms and legs out, open to him. 

He reaches out and pinches her hard nipples, flicking and rubbing them as her desire crackles, the nerves directly connecting with her clit. She can feel it swelling. He presses his hand against her mound, smiling down at her. "Such a wet little toy. Rub your pussy against me like a good girl." She blushes, the humiliation a new facet to her desire, which continues to rise. 

"That's it," he says as she moves against his hand, seeking relief even within the confines of the embarrassment she feels. His hand is suddenly gone, leaving a high, sharp ache in her pussy and abdomen. He watches her lazily, rubbing his hard dick as she blushes and squirms. 

"You're my little fuck toy," he tells her, "and you'd better do what you're told. If you come without permission I'm gonna spank that pussy nice and hard, so you'd better hold it like a good girl."

Her eyes widen and her desire somehow builds again, a new crescendo she rises to and keeps rising from. She squirms continuously now, feverish with need. He unties her legs and pushes them up to her chest, plunging his thick hard cock into her pulsating cunt. She cries out and throws her head back, struggling to hold back the waves of orgasm she can feel building. He pounds into her and then slides in and out with slow, merciless precision, drawing sounds from the back of her throat. 

"You're mine," he says as he kisses her over the gag, a stab of desire causing her to shudder beneath him. She moans loudly, her need to come overshadowing any desire for good behavior. 

"Shhh, I want you quiet," he says. He pulls out of her and she focuses on her breathing, on not making a sound. "That's a good girl," he says, patting her cheek condescendingly, making her squirm with desire and humiliation. 

"What a good little slut you are," he adds, sensing the effect his words are having. She closes her eyes and tries to stay quiet. He pinches her clit. 

"Dirty little girl." She convulses beneath him and he gives her pussy a few light spanks. 

"No coming," he reminds her sternly as she starts to shake. Her stomach clenches and aches sweetly. She's losing her mind; conscious thought unfurling and shedding like leaves, blowing away. She tries to focus on his face, his dark eyes burning into hers. He will consume her. She wants him to. 

His hands squeeze her throat, careful with the pressure as he shoves his cock back into her. He rips off the gag and makes her beg to come on his cock. She's pleading, no longer concerned with anything but coming. "Please, I need to come so bad," she says as she writhes under him. "Please, please, I'll do anything."

He rubs her clit as his cock fills her and stares into her eyes, patronizing her. 

"Ohh, does my poor little girl need to come?" he asks sympathetically. 

"Oh, no! What a bad girl. You'd better not come though, you're not allowed. Oh I know baby, shhhh, I know," and she is sobbing with frustration.

He laughs and pulls out again. "Let's see if you can earn that pussy some more attention." 

He straddles her face and rubs the tip of his dick over her lips. "Suck on it, baby, show me how much your little pussy needs to come," he tells her. 

"Mmm, just like that sweetheart," he purrs as she takes as much of him as she can, hungrily sucking and licking his dick. He fills her mouth and she ignores her pulsing, sore, swollen clit as she puts all her energy into pleasing his cock, moaning and squeezing it with her lips and sliding her tongue up his length. He groans and gently pumps up and down, fucking her face carefully, grinding against the opening of her throat until she chokes a little then pulling out again. "I should just jack off all over your face," he says, slapping her with his dick. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes!" she says, even though she's say yes to anything at this point. 

She's senseless with desire, begging again and he retrieves the gag and places it over her lips again, silencing her. 

"No more talking, baby." He sits her up and reties her hands behind her back. 

She feels like his doll, his plaything, and that thought nearly pushes her over the edge. 

He has teased her so long now that she would do anything he wanted. She'd let him commit unspeakable acts on her burning body and beg for more. She's entirely under his control. She is desperate and malleable to him. He lies down and pulls her onto him. 

"Alright, you've been a very good girl and I think it's time for you to ride my cock." She climbs onto his dick without hesitation, enveloping him inside of her. "Ok baby doll, time to rub your little pussy on me until you come all over my dick." She convulses on his cock, shivering as his fingers find her nipples and pull them and pinch them, his hands moving in unison with her hips grinding on his cock. He lays still and lets her fuck him. She's so far beyond ready that she almost can't get there. She grinds and rubs and suddenly the sensation clicks into place and she knows it's coming. 

She begins to fall apart and moans behind her gag, her eyes finding his. "There you go honey, come for me like a good girl," he says gently and she screams as her orgasm rips through her entire body. She reaches the summit and goes over the edge, she's both flying and falling, centered in a storm, shaking as aftershocks race up her spine. 

He flips her over and drives his cock into her. "Take it" he tells her as she struggles. She is incoherent, moving wildly. I can't, she thinks. I can't. 

His mouth is against her ear. "It doesn't matter what you want anymore," he whispers. "I'm taking what's mine, and you belong to me. So fight it if you want. Either way I'm going to make you scream." His cock drives into her over and over, hard and unyielding. She feels her wetness flowing over him, slicking her thighs and his shaft. He slams into her, feral and possessive and she feels herself coming again, her entire body dissolving into her orgasm as she shakes and screams. She feels the come squirting out of his dick and into her as her orgasm triggers his, her pussy squeezing his cock. 

He relinquishes control at last and falls across her prostrate form. Their bodies breathe hard together, lost in the aftermath. When he pulls out of her, she feels wrecked inside, a site of natural disaster. He removes the gag and restraints, rubbing her wrists and kissing them. His fingers brush her cheek and she closes her eyes, feeling his weight lift away and listening to his footsteps retreating until she hears nothing at all, just the steady buzz of sensual completion humming through her veins.



Sweet Submission



"Are you prepared to willingly submit to me - to be my slave and to place yourself totally under my control and to do exactly what I say to do and permit me to use you for my pleasure?" I ask.

"Yes, Master, i do willingly submit to You and i freely and willingly agree to be Your slave and i offer You my body to do with as You please," you reply.

"Then we will use the safe words of 'Yellow' for that time when you feel you might be reaching the limits of your tolerance for the activity then taking place and 'Red' for that time that you reach the limit of your tolerance. At that point, all activity will cease. Do you understand this?" I ask

"Yes Master, i understand and accept these words as my safe words," you reply.

"you do remember the rules, don't you slave? you must always ask permission before you do anything or before you speak. you will say 'Your slave seeks permission to speak Master' or 'Your slave seeks permission to go to the bathroom, Master' or 'Your slave seeks permission to cum, Master.' you do understand this, don't you slave?"

"Yes Master, I understand fully and will always obey You and ask Your permission before i do anything."

"you will now present yourself to me as my newest slave," I say.

you then step to the middle of the room and slowly start to undress. First you remove your blouse, fold it and place it neatly on the floor. Next you unfasten your skirt and push it down and step out of it and fold it and place it neatly on top of your blouse. you then reach and unfasten your bra and remove it, exposing your glorious and lovely breasts to me. I can't help but notice that your nipples are already hard. After folding your bra and placing it on top of your skirt you then slowly slide your panties down your legs, step out of them and fold them and place them on top of your bra. Picking up the pile of clothes, you bring them to me, kiss your panties and hold your clothes out to me saying, "Master, as a token of my total submission to you, i offer you my clothes."

"Thank you slave, I accept your offering."

you then move back to the center of the floor where you stand facing me with your legs spread and your hands laced behind your neck. you look so beautiful standing there nude in front of me with just your garter belt, hose and heels on and your face flaming red.

I get up and walk over to you. I pick up the wrist restraints and attach the first one to your right wrist. you shudder just a little as you feel it tighten around your wrist. I then place the other one on your left wrist. Kneeling, I attach the ankle restraints to each ankle. Standing, I pick up the leather collar and place it around your neck...buckling it in place. you feel proud to know that you are now my slave and are wearing a collar to show how humble you are. I then take my crop in my hand. I slowly trace the tip of the crop around your neck and down across your breasts. I trace around and around each nipple with the tip of the crop, just lightly letting the leather caress your nipples. Then down across your stomach...allowing the tip to caress your stomach and then down to your spread thighs, running the tip up and down each thigh...going all the way to the top your thighs but avoiding your pussy. I then move to stand in front of you and gently reach out and take each breast in my hands, slowly caressing them and massaging them. I raise one to my lips and gently kiss the nipple, my tongue coming out to tease it a little. Then I move over to the other breast and do the same. Going back and forth, kissing and sucking your nipples until they are as hard as I can make them. Then, all at once, I take your nipples between my thumb and index finger and start to squeeze...gently at first but then getting progressively harder and harder as I pull each breast out away from your chest. Gazing into your eyes, I can see the pain there as I squeeze as tightly as I can and you gasp out loud at the pain you are feeling. I love that look in your eyes and love hearing your gasps and cries of pain. I can see your eyes fill with tears and then they slowly begin to trickle down your cheeks. you look so beautiful that way!

"Yes, my little slave, cry for your Master. Let him see your tears flowing down your cheeks."

At last I let go and gently raise first one, then the other breast to my lips and kiss them and lathe them with my tongue, easing your pain as I do so.

Still standing in front you, I reach down and run my hands up and down your thighs...caressing them...going higher and higher until at last I am touching your pussy with the edge of each hand. I take my right hand and cup your pussy in it, my fingers caressing your pussy lips as I do so. Gazing into your eyes, I watch your reaction as I touch your pussy for the very first time. I drag one finger up and down your pussy, feeling the wetness that has already begun to seep from you until at last I caress your clit...rubbing it and flicking it around with my finger.

I move around behind you. Again, I use the tip of the crop to caress your skin...all up and down your back and down across your ass and up and down the backs of your thighs. Up and down and around and around I go. All at once...THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK... I strike your ass with the tip of the crop... the sound of the leather tab striking you echoing in the silence of the room as you cry out in shock and surprise. I reach and caress each cheek, soothing the stinging feel with my soft caress. Then, again and again and again and again...I continue to crop your lovely ass and the backs of your thighs. Over and over the crop strikes you as you cry and beg for me to stop...

"Oh Master, please Master, no more Master. I can't stand it!"

At last I stop and I reach out to caress your ass...feeling the heat that has built up from the cropping. My hand slips between your legs and I feel your wetness as I cup your cunt...my fingers lightly pressing against your clit. I caress you this way for a few more seconds before stopping.

"slave, I want you to now undress me."

you remove my shirt and fold it carefully and lay it on the table. you then kneel in front of me and take the waist band of my shorts in both hands and gently and slowly pull them down. I lift each foot and step out of them and fold them and place them beside your knee.

"Touch me slave, I want you to take my cock in your hand and stroke it gently for me. Yes, that's right, l play with me...mmmmmmm, yes, stroke me lightly with just one or two fingers...I love that! Oh yes, play with my balls too...mmmmmmm, you do that very well."

"Please Master, may i kiss your cock?"

"Yes, slave, you may but do not take me into your mouth until you have been given permission."

you slowly kiss up and down my cock, kissing each side and all over the head of it, letting my pre-cum coat your lips.

"Master, please, may i now suck your cock? i want to feel your cock in my mouth, Master, to taste you against my tongue...to feel your pre-cum on my tongue."

"Yes, slave debi, you may take me into your mouth but do not try to make me cum. you must be very gentle and suck me lightly."

I watch as your lovely lips encircle my cock and feel your tongue as it circles around and around the head of my cock.

"Very good, slave debi, you are doing that very well and are bringing pleasure to your Master."

You continue to suck me, lightly caressing my balls with your fingers as you do.

"That's enough slave. Remove your mouth...there is somewhere else I want to feel your lips and tongue right now."

I turn around and bend over.

"Spread my cheeks with your hands, slave debi, and service my asshole for me. I want you to kiss it and use your tongue on me...to tongue fuck my asshole for me."

"Please Master, may this worthless slut be allowed to service her Master's asshole for him?"

"Very good slave debi, I am glad to see you have learned this part of your lessons very well. Yes, my precious slave, you may service my asshole like the worthless slut you are."

"Mmmmmmm, yes, that's very good. your tongue feels wonderful on and in my asshole and you do that so well. you are making your Master feel very good!"

you continue this for a few more minutes and I then command you to stop.

"On your feet slave."

you stand and I walk around behind you and kneel behind you.

"Bend over slave...that's right, bend over as far as you can."

you bend from the waist and your lovely ass is presented to me. I lean forward and begin to plant little kisses all over your ass...going from one cheek to the other.

"Reach back, slave, and spread the cheeks of your ass wide for me" I command.

you reach behind you and spread your cheeks as wide as you can, presenting the most intimate parts of your body to my eyes. I slowly lean forward and begin to lick up and down your pussy and the crack of your ass. Making long sweeping swipes with my tongue, licking you, loving the taste and smell of you. My tongue concentrates on your asshole...going around and around it...teasing you.

"Tell me slave, do you want your Master to tongue fuck your asshole? Would that feel good to you? If you do, you must beg me to do so."

"Oh yes, Master, please Master...i want to feel your tongue in my asshole. Please Master, please do it now! Please tongue fuck my asshole!"

I stiffen my tongue and push it inside your asshole, going in as deeply as I can...wriggling it around and around before moving it in and out...fucking your asshole with my tongue. My hand comes up and I begin to stroke your pussy as I tongue fuck your asshole. My fingers going up and down your pussy before entering you...finger fucking your hot, wet cunt as I tongue fuck your asshole. I begin to stroke your clit as well...feeling how hard it is!

All at once, I pull back and stand up.

"Remain as you are slave...don't you dare move!"

"Yes Master," you reply.

you remain bent over with your ass cheeks spread wide. All at once you feel something cold and wet on your ass. you shudder as you realize all at once that I am spreading a lubricant around your asshole. My finger goes inside of your asshole, in and out, and you feel the lubricant going in your asshole as well. I rise and walk over to the table and pick up the anal plug. From your position you see what I am doing and you cry out: "Oh no, Master, please, Master, please...not that!"

"Yes, my little slave, oh yes...you will take this for me as you know it pleases me to do this to you."

you sob a little and whimper as you realize it is futile to complain...you know that I will do as I want and that you will suffer the humiliation of knowing what I am about to do.

I walk over to you and lower the anal plug to just below your face. "Kiss it slave...kiss and take it in your mouth and get it good and wet before I place it in your asshole."

you kiss it and suck on it, just as you suck on my cock! I pull it away and move around behind you. I kneel and run the tip of the plug up and down your ass and over your pussy lips. On a whim, I push it inside your pussy...letting your feel it spread your pussy open. In and out I fuck you with it before pulling it out. you then feel the tip of it pressing against your asshole.

"Beg me, slave, beg me to place this plug in your asshole...to push it in all the way! "

"Yes Master, yes...please fill my ass with the plug...you know I love it and want it and need it."

you gasp as you feel the pressure as I slowly push the plug in to your asshole. you feel your asshole expanding a little at a time, getting wider and wider as the fatter part of the plug is reached. I ease off just a little and pull it back just a tad and pause so that you can adjust to the feel of it. Then, slowly I begin to ease it inside of you.

"Oh God, Master, oh...it hurts Master! Your splitting me wide open! Oh please Master, please don't do this to me!"

I laugh and push the remaining part of the plug inside you. you cry out as the fattest part pushes past your asshole and you feel the full length of it buried deep up inside you. I lean forward and kiss the cheeks of your ass...kissing each side...tonguing them...

"you did well, my little slave. I am proud of you for taking the plug up your ass."

I stand and order you to straighten up. you do so and as you do you can feel the fullness of the plug buried deep up inside your asshole.

I pick up the shorter of the two spreader bars you had noticed before and walk around behind you. "Raise your hands" I command. you do so and I attach first one wrist then the other to each end of the bar. The bar rests across the back of your neck. So you will not be able to raise the bar over your head, I attach one end of a rope to one side of the bar and pull it down and wrap it around your body, just under your breasts, winding the rope around and around your body and then taking the other end and attaching it to the other side of the bar. I then kneel down and attach one end of the 30 inch spreader bar to your left ankle. I push your right leg and you move it out and I then attach the other end of the bar to your right ankle. You are now fully at my disposal and unable to move.

I stand beside you and whisper in your ear: "you are mine, my little slut. you are totally at my mercy now and mine to use as I please. Do you understand me, my little slut? Tell your Master what you are."

"i am Your slut slave, Master, i belong to You and want You to use me for Your pleasure. You may do with me as You want and i will try and endure whatever pain or pleasure You decide to give to me as i am nothing more than a worthless slave slut to be used by her Master."

"Ah yes, my little slut, I see that you know full well who and what you are."

I lean forward and kiss your neck, taking little tiny kisses all over the side of your neck...my tongue teasing the soft skin there. Reaching up, I run my hand through your hair and all at once I grab a handful of hair and pull your head back, baring the front of your neck to my lips and tongue. I kiss all over your neck, kissing and licking you and then move up and my lips meet yours. I push my tongue between your lips and our tongues join as one...twisting around each other, licking, tasting each other. My free hand moves and I begin to caress your breasts, massaging them, teasing your nipples, making them hard. My hand slides down across your stomach...lower and lower my hand slips down toward your pussy. At last my fingers find your cunt as I continue to kiss you, tongue fucking your mouth as my fingers enter your wet cunt...fucking them in and out to the same rhythm as my tongue. My hand slips up and I begin to rub your clit, feeling you moan into my mouth as I touch it...my finger going around and around it. All at once I stop and I hear you moan into my mouth. I pull back from you and gaze into your eyes and say: "Is my little slut hot!? Does my slut want to cum?"

"Oh yes, Master, please...let me cum now!"

Laughing I step away from you and walk over and pick up my flogger. I turn back to you and see your eyes widen.

"Oh no, Master, no...please no Master...please don't flog me! Oh God, you know I can't stand that!"

"Yes, my little slut! Yes, you will be flogged...solely because it is my pleasure to do so."

I reach and let the strands of leather caress your skin, down across your shoulders and over your breasts. Again and again I caress your body this way. I then raise the handle to your lips: "Kiss the flogger, my little slut to show that you accept the flogging that I am about to give to you." Sobbing a little, you lower your head and begin to place little kisses all over the handle of the flogger.

I step to one side of you. "I want you to count each stroke, my little slut. Each time the flogger touches you I want to hear the stroke number and I want you to thank me. you will say '1...thank you Master', etc. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Master," you reply.

My arm comes back and then forward quickly and you feel for the very first time in your life what 28 strands of leather feel like as they strike your lovely ass. you cry out but you remember to say "1...thank you Master!"

I continue to flog you, all over your ass and the backs of your thighs. Each stroke is just a little harder than the one before. your ass and thighs feel as if they are on fire. you are moaning almost constantly and the tears are flowing freely down your cheeks.

All at once I stop and embrace you in my arms. I kiss your tears away and my hands caress the cheeks of your ass as I hold you in my arms.

"you did very well, my little slut. your Master is proud of you."

I then kneel and begin to kiss and tongue your cunt. My lips kiss all over your cunt and I push my tongue deep up inside of your pussy...tongue fucking you...sucking your cunt lips between my lips. I move up a little and begin to tongue your clit. As I do, I pick up the vibrator and push it deep up inside your cunt in one lunge...holding it deeply inside you for a moment and then turning it on. you feel the vibrations deep inside your pussy and my tongue on your clit. you can feel the fullness of the butt plug up your ass and the vibrator in your pussy.

"Oh please, Master, please fuck me now!" you beg.

I laugh but refuse to move the vibrator...just holding it deep inside you, letting you feel the vibrations. All at once, I pull it out about half way.

"If you want to be fucked, you must do it yourself," I tell you.

I laugh as I see you begin to move your hips back and forth, trying hard to fuck yourself as I hold the vibrator still.

"Oh yes, my little slut, fuck that vibrator like the whore you are," I say.

All at once, I begin to fuck you with the vibrator, fucking it in and out of your cunt. your hips are thrusting as well...humping that vibrator.

"Oh God, Master...please Master, please...fuck me Master. Yes, fuck me and make me cum. May i cum now Master? Please?"

"Yes, my little slut, you may cum...cum for your Master."

All at once I hear you scream out your orgasm as you tell me: "i am cumming Master, i am cumming just for you! oh yes, God yes, my Master...oh thank you for making me cum!"

I pull away from you and pull the vibrator out of your pussy but put the tip of it against your clit... holding it there as the vibrations drive one more cum out of you... you are cumming almost continuously now.

"Oh God, Master, please... no more Master... PLEASE!"

At last I stop and stand and take you in my arms. Kissing you and holding you. I then step away and release your arms from the spreader bar then kneel and release your ankles as well. Turning you around, I slowly remove the butt plug from you as well. Holding you in my arms, I guide you to the leather recliner and slowly assist you to sit...letting you relax at long last....to bask in the glow of your orgasm. You relax and let the coolness of the leather soothe your skin. I stand beside you...my cock hard and throbbing...pre-cum oozing from the head.

"Please Master, may this worthless slut please her Master now? May I take your cock in my mouth and suck you until you cum?? I do so want to taste your cum and wear it on my face. Please Master, may I?"

"Yes slave debi, you may suck me and have my cum."

your lips encircle my cock and you begin to lightly suck me...your lips going up and down my cock as your tongue circles and licks the head of my cock. you take my balls in one hand and gently squeeze them...very gently. you suck harder and you begin moving your head faster up and down my cock. your tongue swirls harder and harder around and under the head of my cock. I feel the sensations mounting and know that I am close to cumming.

"I am about to cum slave debi... yes, now... take my hot cum, you slut!"

As I start to cum, you pull your mouth away and your hand encircles my cock...moving up and down it lightly but swiftly and my cum shoots forth as you place your cheek on the head of my cock. As I cum, you rub the head all over your cheeks and lips...letting my cum cover your face.




Sweet Submission



"Oh God, yessssss, slave debi... yes... you look so lovely with my cum all over your face. Oh yes, rub it all over your face with your fingers then lick your fingers clean. Taste my hot cum."

As my orgasm slowly ceases, you rub the head of my cock all over your face, smearing my cum all over your cheeks and your lips until at last you take my softening cock gently between your lips and slowly but gently suckle my cock and lathe it gently with your tongue.

At last, I can take no more and I lean down and kiss you...our tongues entwining as we both know the experience of pleasure. We slowly sink to the floor together and wrap our arms around each other, basking in the glow of our mutual pleasure.



Sweet Submission



This is a story about a wonderfully dominant Master Aidan and his submissive slave Kaeyla. It is written in the form of an entry in a journal. 

Please vote for my story! If you have any comments or suggestions, feel free to email me! Thanks for reading!!

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Journal Entry ---- February 07, 2003

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It was a long, dreary Friday evening. I was very careful to review my checklist, which was handed down to me from my Master Aidan. My Master has a very strict guideline and high expectations he expects all of his slaves and submissives to abide by, for if they are not completed to his standard, there will be serious repercussions to follow. I am pleased to say that I have yet to feel the truth wrath. There have been many times that I have craved to be brutally disciplined in which he is kind enough to remind me that perhaps the punishment that would be bestowed upon me may not be the pleasure that I crave.

There are many other submissives that adore Master Aidan, I am very fortunate to be one of the women chosen to worship him and keep him fulfilled in any manner he desires. I have not yet had the opportunity to meet with any of my submissive sisters, but Master has assured me that once I have completed all of the requirements he has of me that the day will come. I have filled out a prerequisite stating all of my limitations as well as desires and in there I was careful to mark that I wish to submit to my Master as well as another submissive.

In the shower, I was careful to wash and condition my hair as usual. I am always to pay extra attention and make sure that all of my body hair is removed, my master wishes my cunt to be bare at all times and to be lightly scented. I was a little hesitant at first but have since grown to love the look and feel of my cunt. It helps me realize just how wet I am and just how much of a slut I am for him. I am expected to masturbate each am in the shower and bring myself to near orgasm. This is a requirement that I have grown to cherish. 

As for today, it wasn’t different from any other. It was a very special day, as I was tested again in a manner, which I had not been before. Master Aidan was kind enough to courier my clothing requirement for today. It was when I open the garment box that I saw what I was to wear for him. It was a very lovely short skirt, a beautiful crisp white blouse, a matching jacket and a stunning lace bra. Under the tissue in the box is a handwritten letter from Master which reads “ My dearest Kaeyla, I have been very diligent in choosing your attire for today, I expect you to be wearing all of which I have sent and to be punctual. I have a very special day planned for us. You will reach new horizons and have your existing limits stretched beyond your belief. Of which I am looking forward to cherish with you. I will pick you up at 1pm in the lobby, until then, Master Aidan “

After reading the letter it sent chills throughout my body, I was so excited and looking forward to what Master has planned for his slut. I had carefully applied my make-up and pinned my hair up in curls. I then quickly changed into my new clothing; it was then, that I realize that there are no undergarments with the exception of the stunning lace bra. The skirt Master Aidan chose for me is shorter than I normally wear and the side slits on each side reveal much more than I feel comfortable with. Without further hesitation, I completed dressing and proceeded with the final finesses. I dabbed some perfume behind my ears, between my breasts, my wrists and I cannot forget the wonderful crack of my bottom and just above my clean-shaven cunt.

It was now 12:30pm and I was almost finished, I slipped on my boots and gather my purse and prepare to wait for Master to arrive. It was here that I saw myself in the mirror by the entrance and begin to practice my posing. I began to bend over to see how much of my ass would be revealed to others should they be scanning their eyes in my direction. I could feel my wetness begin to grow and excitement build. As I worked my way down to the lobby, I could see that my appearance had made some of my neighbours uncomfortable. I was thankful that everyone had kept his or her opinions of me to themselves as it would of made the situation a little more unbearable. Then at last, I saw Master Aidan walk towards me and offer his hand; he softly kissed the top of my hand and pulled me towards him whispering his approval. We walked together arm in arm to his car and as he opened the door, he is careful to sneak a quick swat onto my bottom and makes sure that it was visible to all.

As we pull away from the complex, we engaged in light conversation. Master Aidan was always kind enough to help me relax and feel comfortable before we began with any session. He always had the logic that for a woman to be completely submissive to her master, that she would have to feel completely confident, trusting and comfortable for it to be a satisfactory experience. As I felt more comfortable we began to discuss the days events and he was careful to only give me a slight hint of what we were about to endure together. Master Aidan carefully caressed my inner thigh, being ever so careful to miss my cunt. It always amazed me that he knew me so well and just how my mind worked. I didn’t want his hand to stop wandering, I wanted him to continue and to feel my wetness building, then again that wouldn’t be fulfilling his needs and I continued to keep my thoughts silent until he wished to hear them.

We continued to drive to the hotel that Master Aidan reserved and as we grew nearer he began to explain that there would be a new game we would play. It would involve 1 set of dice and of course 6 acts. For example; the number 1 would represent spanking with a paddle on my ass, the number 2 would represent hot wax on my breasts, the number 3 would represent the riding crop striking my cunt … etc and of course the second of the dice would represent the length of each act. I hesitated but was relieved or so I thought that perhaps the maximum amount of strengths would be 6. He carefully stated that it would represent sets of 10 and I began to squirm in my seat. Master caressed the back of my neck and reassured me that if my safe word is spoken that of course like always he would stop immediately. 

At long last, we arrived at the hotel. We walked up to the concierge where I overheard Master Aidan ensuring that a bottle of wine has been delivered to the room. We then proceeded over to the elevators and rode up to the 21st floor. As we exited off the elevator, he then instructed me to turn left and stated that we were the only occupants on this floor for the evening. I felt myself begin to blush and at the same time my nervousness began to set in. 

As we walked down the hall to the room, Master had taken off his tie and instructed me that there are a few requirements before I enter. He began to blindfold me and stated that I am to wait outside in the hall for 5 minutes before entering the room; he then handcuffed my hands behind my back and ordered me to kneel with my back turned to the door. Then he softly spoke to me “ Sweet Kaeyla, by you entering this room, is your way of stating you wish to be my toy, my plaything and my slut, however if you are hesitant and wish for us not to continue then I shall remove the blindfold and the handcuffs at your request. “ Then quickly he enters the room and leaves me to my thoughts alone in the hallway. 

As I sat in the hallway alone, I could only hope that no one will see me attired as I was. I began to lose track of the time, it was then I began to hear footsteps coming closer to me; I then realized it was room service that had come up to deliver the wine Master Aidan ordered. I was still blindfolded and could not see the gentleman as he greeted me. I began to feel my wetness grow and my face blush with embarrassment. After the waiter departs, I entered into our room.

As I entered the room and closed the door softly behind me, I heard Master Aidan’s sigh of approval and heard him step towards me. He then guided me to the center of the room and placed a collar on my neck stating that it symbolized my submission to him. I felt him caress my shoulders and arms and then he removes my handcuffs. I heard him move around the room and all my senses were alert. After he placed soft kisses on my neck he removed the blindfold and offered me a glass of wine. I graciously accepted and glanced around the room only to see that it was filled with candles and flowers. 

After sipping the wine, I thanked Master Aidan for all of his preparations and consideration he had taken to ensure the evening would be perfect. With a simple nod of acknowledgement, he then ordered me to remove my clothing, piece by piece with the exception of my boots and bra. I have always been hesitant when it comes to removing clothing in front of others and he assured me that any hesitation would result in punishment. As per Master’s orders, I was now naked except for my boots and my bra. I then felt him take the handcuffs and reattach them to my wrists behind my back. 

As I was carefully guided to the bed and instructed to bend over on his lap, I could feel my wetness build and my body blush with embarrassment. I could feel my entire body being probed, all of my orifices being inspected to make sure that I had prepared myself to his satisfaction. I then felt my cunt lips being tugged and then before I had time to imagine I feel a finger thrust deep within me and then another into my ass. Master Aidan reassured me that he was pleased with the gift I have presented. I then cleaned off his fingers and prepare for my whipping.

I was then led to the bed where I was to lie face down, I was to remain cuffed behind my back only to feel that my legs would be stretched open and tied to the bed. I felt his hands caress my inner thighs and rubbing up and down my slit. Then with no warning I felt the paddle strike my ass and then again on my thighs. All the while in between smacks I felt his hands caress my skin. After about 20 strokes to my ass and thighs I felt myself trying to muffle my cries. Master Aidan stated I was not to make a sound, as it would only increase the endurance of the punishment. He then proceeded to change his belt, I could hear him undress leaving just his boxers on. I could hear the whipping in the air before it kissed my skin. After each smack I squirmed trying to avoid the next. I could feel him put pressure on my back and grabbing my hair warning me not to move. I endured about 15 strokes with the belt up and down my legs and my bottom. I could feel my tears soil the bedding, careful to keep them hidden from Master.

In the background, I could hear Master fumbling around with objects on the dresser. I felt my ankles being untied and massaged lightly and then the handcuffs were removed. I then felt oil being rubbed into my lightly chaffed skin and the aroma is wonderful. As he continued to massage the oil into my skin, I could feel my wetness build up and can smell my own scent end in. I then felt his hands roam towards my thighs and then my cunt, to which he replied he is pleased to see my wetness building. Master Aidan then reached beside him on the bed and firmly attached the ball gag tightly, the entire time explaining that it is now time to play the dice game he explained earlier.

The first dice would represent the acts endured and the second dice would represent the endurance of each act. The acts are One - paddle on my ass and breasts, Two - flogger on my ass, Three - hot wax on my breasts, Four - whipping on my thighs, Five - spanking over his knee, Six - hot wax on my cunt. Of course, the second dice will represent sets of ten - if the dice lands on five, there will be fifty strokes etc. I could feel my hesitation growing and Master was careful to notice it as well. After taking a sip of wine and caressing my hair he stated it was time to begin.

I nervously watched Master Aidan throw the dice in the tray, the first dice landed on five and the second dice landed on three. I am to receive thirty spankings over his knee. Master then sat on the edge of the bed and instructs me bend over his lap. I was a little hesitant and he warned me that hesitations will double the punishment. I then bent over his lap, moaning through the ball gag. I could feel his hand caressing my skin, rubbing up and down and then WHACK, WHACK, WHACK … I felt my tears beginning to flow and in between spankings he rubbed his hands up and down my slit, carefully slipping his fingers into my cunt and ass. After the thirty strokes that had been handed down to me, Master carefully undid the ball gag and wiped away my tears telling me that I was doing well. He offered me a sip of wine to help me relax before the dice were thrown again.

Without further delay, he threw the dice again, the first number was three and then the second was one. As I watched him walk towards the taper candle in the corner, he instructed me to lie flat on my back on the bed. I moved quickly onto the bed and he sat beside me, telling me that at first he will hold the candle from a distance and gauge my reaction. The droplets of hot wax would coat my breasts for no longer than one minute. I watched closely how the hot wax built up before the candle was tilted and grasped the bed each time it kisses my skin. I had lost track of how many droplets had landed on my breasts and before I knew it Master Aidan kissed my forehead telling me again that I had pleased him well as he placed the candle down beside him.

The dice were thrown yet again and the first landed on six and the second on five and I start to squirm. I’ve never had the pleasure or displeasure of feeling hot wax land on my cunt. I am very hesitant and Master assured me that again he would gauge my reaction before allowing each droplet to land on my skin. I couldn’t imagine having to endure this for five minutes and began to take deep breaths. Master began to massage my clit and rub my wetness all over my cunt before beginning. He then slid a candle into my cunt before beginning. As each droplet of wax touched my skin I squirmed and moaned. The pain was present; however surprisingly it dissipated quickly leaving me crave for more. 

I looked into Master’s eyes to see that he was pleased with me. I leaned up to see that my cunt was coated of wax and that there was barely any of my skin peeking through, and then before I knew it the five minutes has past and the candle is put away. I relaxed there silent and still trying to savour the discomfort. As I watched, I could see Master putting away the dice telling me that we have had enough of that game for one evening. He then instructs me to come over to him and kneel before him. I knew what was expected of me before he needed to ask. I began to take off Master Aidan’s boxers off and take him into my mouth and make him hard. I started slowly savouring all of his pre-cum before I took him into my mouth entirely. I could feel that Master was ready to cum as he pushed my head guiding me further and further on his cock. He told me that I was to swallow his entire gift and not to waste a drop.

He then instructed me to go over to the bed and lean against it. I could feel him forcefully enter my cunt, stretching me wider and wider as he pushed himself all the way inside me. I could feel myself come closer and closer to orgasm and Master could feel my muscles contract. He then told me that I was not to come yet. As he pumped me harder and harder he then instructed me to rub my clit for him. As I rubbed my clit faster and faster he caressed my breasts and pinched my nipples hard. I was so close to orgasm that I didn’t know if I could wait any longer, Master then ordered me to cum and to cum hard for him. I let it go and had the best orgasm as Master came inside me simultaneously. I felt my orgasm all throughout my body. 

As we walked over to the bed, Master asked me if I was thirsty to which I had replied, yes. He then instructed me to sit up on the bed against the pillows and told me he would get me something to drink. He then took out a spoon and began to spoon out the cum from my cunt. He then fed me slowly, instructing me swallow it all again and to not be wasteful. After Master emptied my cunt of the cum, he allowed me a sip of wine to chase it all down. He leaned towards me and kissed my lips, whispering the taste of us combined is delicious.

After the acts we had just endured, we headed to the showers where we caressed each other again. I cleaned him thoroughly with my tongue again, careful not to miss any spots. It was then while he was holding me close I felt completely content and happy. I can only hope that Master Aidan will not grow tired of me and keep me close to him. I look forward to what the future has in store for us. After drying off, we crawled into bed for the night, where he whispered softly to me that we would come back to the same suite next month to test me further. He kissed my forehead and whispers sweet thanks for my gift of submission to him.



Sweet Submission



She was bound before him in the most alluringly submissive position, a remarkably stunning vision as she lay on her back, her arms stretched high and held firmly captive by cold, metal manacles that were attached to the headboard while her long legs were spread to an almost painfully wide degree…shackles connected to a bar that hung low from the ceiling lifted her firm bottom several inches off the bed, leaving her most intimate areas exposed to his heated scrutiny as he loomed above her, clearly comfortable with his dominate role as he savored seeing her so wonderfully vulnerable and defenseless; her usual walls were stripped away, she had nothing to hide behind as her hazel green eyes flashed fire she would have certainly put into angry words, had he not insisted on inserting a ball gag into her beautiful but far too defiant mouth.

Displayed as she was, he could see his suspicious about her had been right all along; her body was indeed pure perfection…her breast gloriously sculpted ivory mounds capped with pink nipples he was eagerly looking forward to tormenting into hard, aching nubs…it was a thought that made him smile as he slowly allowed his eyes to journey over her, taking time to admire her belly that wasn’t rigidly hard but soft and supple, the way a woman’s belly was meant to be; she had ample hips and an ass that literally made his mouth water and his hand ache with the need to spank her milky white cheeks until they were stained a faint, but painfully pleasurable crimson.

With her head resting against a single, under stuffed pillow, her rich, ebony hair was an inky black waterfall, dark and glorious in contrast to the white sheets…to his delight, he had discovered her sweet pussy completely bare; it was a marvelous sight as she tried but failed to shift, clearly unnerved by her susceptible situation and quite likely, he guessed, she was still hating him for having blackmailed her into this…into this ordeal she simply had no desire to be in…she had called him a heartless, merciless bastard for forcing her to grant him sexual liberties with her body, but he had simply smiled at her rage before assuring her that, in time, she would be begging him to use her body for not only his utter and complete delight, but hers as well.

It had been obvious to him that she hadn’t believed his assurance as he had guided her from the foyer into the guest room he tended to use for such sexual conquest; it was a room he kept well stocked with the sensual toys he was rather eager to introduce her to…he found it delightful to watch her eyes grow wide as she had looked around the room, taking in the bed…the shackles that had already been placed there…color had drained from her face the moment she spotted a well cushioned punishment stool standing erect in one corner and he had been almost certain she would bolt for the door when she noticed the wall directly to her left ordained with whips and harnesses he knew she would find most enjoyable, when all was said and finally done.

Leaning against the closed door, he had kept his voice firm and his expression bland as he ordered her to face him and slowly strip; he demanded that she take her time, that she keep her eyes open…he had sensed the urge to argue swell inside her, but she had somehow managed to resist the urge, choosing to glare instead as she carefully slipped her feet from her shoes, reducing her height by three inches before she reached for the hem of her breast hugging red sweater with hands that trembled as she lifted it over her head with hesitant motions…her pale flesh was revealed to him, her bustling breast encased in a black bra that barely concealed what she clearly detested allowing him to see.

With a deep breath she drew in an obvious effort to build her resolve, she allowed the sweater to fall to the floor and when she paused, seeming somehow confused as to just what her next move needed to be, he firmly instructed her to take off her skirt; it was a black garment that lingered several inches below her knee, concealing far too much leg for his taste and he was more than pleased to see it slowly slid over her hips and thighs…he was pleased to see that her panties matched the bra he ordered her to shed, once the damnable skirt was cast away and his cock swelled hard and eager against his unbuttoned jeans as he watched her heavy breast appear before him for the first time, lush and flawless and quite possibly, the largest and most beautiful he had ever seen.

Not waiting for his command, knowing what he wanted next, she hooked her thumbs into the hemline on her panties and bending at the waist, she pulled the final article away from her body; she could feel heat burning her face and her hair fell around her shoulder in a tangled cascade he found glorious as he pushed away from the door and when he did, she instantly tensed.

A smile lingered on his lips as he approached her, knowing he had her off guard as well as uneasy; she was normally so reserved and serious…with him, before the evening was over, she would be neither of those things…she would be wild and wanton and begging for him to fulfill the needs he intended to awaken in her sweet body; she would forgive him for the underhanded and harsh means he had used to bring her here once it became apparent to her what he had to teach her.

Pausing before her for a brief moment, he firmly instructed her to lock her hands and place them motionless behind her neck; he next order that she spread her legs wide and with disgust flashing in her eyes, she did just as he said…he had already laid the rules out before her, telling her what he expected, that he held all power and control…she had agreed to his terms, a reality she forced herself to hold in mind as he nodded in approval at her stance; it seemed to him that his sweet captive had the grace and certainly the beauty it took to be a most natural submissive, though he dared not say as much to her as he slowly looked her over before circling her several times.

Her skin flushed, just having him observe her with such intensity; he had a suspicion that she was innocent on many levels, an intriguing thought he hoped would prove true, as it would mean he could sculpt her budding sexuality in every possible manner.

Leisurely, taking his time, he drank in every detail she had to offer; he wanted to do all he could to burn this first moment into his mind; he knew for a fact that she was not what one would call comfortable with her body…like far too many women, she had it in her mind that bone thin was beautiful, when just the opposite was true…she was his ideal, his idea of pure perfection and he savored having her before him, bared and beautiful and he smiled at her sharp, startled intake of breath when his hands came to rest on her waist, his fingers ever so slightly pressing into her flesh.

It was the first time he had directly touched her and her skin was satin soft, warm to the touch…he slid his palms to her hips and back up again as she held her breath; he knew, even if she didn’t want to admit it, that she felt the pull between them…she had felt it just as strongly as he had, from the very first; he had seen it in her eyes the first day, when she had been introduced to him as a key figure in the accounting department at the vastly prestigious advertising firm that had successfully lobbied to bring his skilled talent to New York, from the Chicago based office where he had made quite a name for himself, creating some popular ads that made certain powers ranking above him realize that their New York market could benefit from his expertise and his clear devotion to his job.

Receiving the grand tour from the firm’s east coast senior partner, his first day had yielded many introductions, some that made impressions, a few that didn’t leave much mark in his mind, but none had hit him quite as hard as hers…seeing her from the first time as she stood beside her desk, lost in a file that held her attention as he and his guide stood inside her door for a long moment.

It wasn’t until the senior member tapped a light knock against the open door that she looked up, clearly startled in the instant before she smiled; her smile could have beckoned a lost ship home in a fog thickened storm, it was so bright and natural, unassuming and rather sweetly innocent…one look at her told him she hadn’t a clue that her sexual magnitude was astronomical as she extended a hand he shook while keeping his eyes locked on hers as the older gentleman explained her position at the firm, simply saying that her name was Rachel Baxter, a very skilled accountant who had come to work at the firm shortly after she had received her degree at NYU, three years prior.

An undeniable, electric like charge had passed between them when her delicate hand was firmly wrapped in his larger one…Jack Sanderson had known in an instant that he had to have her…had to…his mind had instantly been consumed with wanton images of her open and yearning for release only he could grant, yet he had kept his attention to her simple and purely professional that first day, easily sensing that he would have to take certain measures with Miss Rachel Baxter, a reality he managed to confirm completely a week into his new job, when a colleague, naïve to Jack’s sexual appetites and his attraction to Rachel, eagerly explained that, while several staff members had made efforts to see the lovely, raven haired beauty outside the office, none had ever had any real success.

It seemed, according to the surprisingly accurate rumor mill, that Rachel was a truly wonderful paradox; she as a remarkably bright young woman with a sweet manner, everyone who worked with her adored her quick wit and cheerful nature, but she was also shy, to an extent, in the fact that she never dated or gave any indication that she had a social life, other than occasionally hanging out with friends from work.

One guy Jack spoke to reinforced the theory that Rachel was somehow ill at ease with her lush figure, as she was always on some odd diet, trying to shed weight she did not need to shed, in Jack’s opinion, something he intended to make certain she fully understood, once he had her where he wanted her, in his bed…her image forever filled his mind, endless nights passed with him stroking himself to orgasm while wondering what it would be like to have Rachel’s lips wrapped firmly around him as her sweet tongue licked his shaft and her hands played with his balls. 

The simple need to be settled into his new surroundings prompted Jack to allow three full months to pass before finally made a move, slipping into Rachel’s office just before five one Friday evening to ask if she would like to have drinks with him, maybe dinner to follow and as he handed the question to her, the inertest in her eyes had been obvious to him…yet she had still said no…she didn’t feel it was a good idea for them to socialize with one another outside the office, as they worked close together, with her overseeing several budgets on projects he was managing.

It was a simple, safe, and most certainly reasonable excuse, on her part, for that, Jack had to give her credit, and he would have, had he not known it was complete bull; more than once he had seen the way she looked at him, she was far too innocent to hide the desire she felt…it shimmered in her eyes directly into his, giving him all the encouragement he needed to continue his pursuit. Vigorously. He asked her out again. The following week and again she turned him down…it went on that way for two months as he tried to figure out just what made Rachel Baxter tick; he sensed there was a piece missing in the puzzle, it was a nagging sensation in his gut he couldn’t quite shake…it compelled him to do some more digging and it yielded more information regarding Rachel, a new story about her and a guy from the firm that she had dated, shortly after she had come to work there.

His name had been Rick, he had since moved on to a firm in Atlanta, but Rachel had apparently fallen fairly hard for the charm he turned her way, only to find out he was going to be married; their affair had lasted about three months and it seemed Rick informed her that she had simply been a last, premarital conquest…his fiancée, a thin, blond model hadn’t known anything about Rick’s final affair, though he hadn’t had a problem telling Rachel that the woman he was to marry was far more his type than she could ever be…hearing the details gave Jack a greater insight into what he was up against and it made him understand that he would have to employee desperate measures if he wanted to knock down Rachel’s walls and set her passions free.

It was harsh, he knew, what he had in mind, but he had to do something drastic, so the plan devised itself rather simply; all it took was a little careful maneuvering to get his hands on several accounts she headed personally…he changed a few numbers, just enough to make it appear that something was amiss, then he calmly called Rachel into his office, telling her he had a business matter to discuss.

She was a vision, sitting across from his desk in a black pantsuit with her hair pulled back, professional and cool as she tried to ignore the pull between them while he began to tell her that there was a problem with her work; he showed her the accounts he had tampered with and as expected, given that she was innocent, she told him there was a mistake…all she needed was time and she could easily fix whatever was wrong…it was the reaction Jack had anticipated, a fact he casually threw out as he perched on the edge of his desk, his eyes on hers as he told her just what he had done.

There was shock in her expression, followed by anger that bordered on a murderous rage when he finally told her why…told her that he had set her up because he needed rather intense leverage, to make it clear to her just how determined he was to have her in his bed; he laid it all out as she gasped in disbelief before calling him a bastard…she made it clear she wouldn’t have anything to do with him under such circumstances, he was worse than merely evil, in her eyes…she threatened to go to a senior partner, but he quickly pointed out how insane the story would sound.

It took some fight from her, to have him paint a picture of he said verses she said, it made her ill listening to him…she cursed herself for having ever thought him attractive and even more so for still feeling a sexual charge each time he looked at her; he was handsome in a way that frightened her, his blue eyes the most intense she had ever seen, perfectly paired with dark blond hair and a classically flawless build…her attraction to him had nearly made her come in her panties on more than one occasion, but that was a reality that Rachel did not allow herself to consider as he went on to explain that the problem with her records could and would disappear if she simply agreed to give him one passionate night.

He laid out for her just what he wanted, what he would expect, that she would be required to hand total control over to him; he didn’t minus words in informing her that he liked sex intense and wild…he didn’t play the gentle game, there was no fun in that, a lesson he intended to teach her, if she agreed to meet his demands and he felt certain she would, as she glared at him while he wrote his address down on a business card and handed it to her, along with coolly issued instructions that she be at his house the following evening at seven o’clock if she were willing to submit to what he wanted.

He deliberately chose to have her come to him on a Saturday night, hoping that she would be willing to stay with him for the remainder of the weekend; he had some serious and some decedent expectations in mind when it came to Rachel, to what she could and would be, once he stripped away her foolish insecurities…it would take time and passion, but Jack was more than committed to both and he became all the more so when Rachel arrived at his house, her green eyes filled with anger when he opened up the door to smile at her, telling her he was pleased with her decision.

“I don’t give a fuck.” It was the first time he had ever used such language. “I think, the fact that I am here, tells you that I have agreed to do this, for the sake of a job that I just happen to love. I want that clear. This is for me. For my career. I am not here because you want me, or because I think for such much as a second that I will enjoy this, and I…I want you to know I hate you and I hate this.” It was a rather impassioned speech, each word as it left her mouth carried more fire than the last, telling him she did indeed possess the spark he suspected, all he had to do was generate it into a sexual blaze that would consume him and her into a blissful inferno.

Opting to ignore her rage, for the moment, he simply closed and locked the door and ushered her into the awaiting room…after ordering that she strip, he told her in very explicit detail how he wanted her to display herself on the bed; as he had secured the shackles to her wrist and ankles, she had glared at him but said nothing, until he retrieved the ball gag that caused her to shake her head.

“Is that really necessary?” It was clear she didn’t care for the idea.

“I am afraid so. It’s a prop I really like.” He set down beside her on the bed. “But I can assure you, I will remove it, when the time is right.” His eyes promised many delights to come, but Rachel clearly didn’t believe it as she obediently opened her mouth, allowing him to fasten the object into place…he had then moved to the edge of the bed to stare down at her for a time, needing very much to drink her in…savor her…she was so much more than she had yet to realize, but Jack swore to himself that would change, before the evening as over as he again moved to sit beside her and she turned her head, her eyes on his as he reached down to brush a stray strand back from her face…her throat worked as she swallowed hard in what he suspected was a vain effort to tamper down the heat boiling inside her as he gently trailed his knuckles along her cheek.

Leaning forward, he pressed his lips tenderly to her eyes; he kissed his way down her face, to her neck as he breathed her name and her body tensed.

“Let go, Rachel.” He sighed the instruction. “Don’t be afraid.” His hand rested on her belly that quivered at his touch; he knew the desire was coming to life in her and it made him smile as his lips moved from her neck to her left breast, the breast nearest to him and without warning, he took the pink orb deeply into his warm, wet mouth and the instant he did her back arched.

Encouraged, more aroused than he could recall having even been in his adult life, he began to suck with an even greater vigor, his fingers pressing into her belly while he flicked his tongue against her nipple; he heard a groan escape her as the nub began to harden under his expert ministrations…she was even more responsive than he had anticipated, her flesh so sensitive to the touch he was pleased to give as he briefly sank his teeth into her breast just long enough and with just enough pressure to create a slight sting that he then quickly licked away before shifting suddenly to straddle her trembling hips, allowing himself access to her right breast that he attacked with sensual gusto. 

With his thumb and forefinger, he tugged on her already throbbing nipple while his tongue tortured the other; he picked and rolled the bud as Rachel began to wither beneath him, unable to battle back her reaction to his touch…he pressed his denim clad erection into her soft belly, forcing a whimper from her as he lifted his head from her breast that glistened with his saliva…her cheeks were flushed and while she wanted to believe it was hate that reflected deep in her haze green eyes, Jack knew it was passion and need and it made him smile as he took a moment to cup a breast in each hand, lifting the satin flesh as he molded it with his fingers like ivory clay.




Sweet Submission



“You have the most beautiful breast.” He whispered the words. “Firm but so soft to the touch and your nipples…” Gently, he pinched then tugged. “I love how responsive you are and how sweet…” Leaning down once more, he took her right orb into his mouth and in that instant, Rachel moaned; it was a deep, hungry sound that seemed to echo from her soul and Jack knew she was moving close to an edge…a current was pulling her closer and closer to complete submission and while she tried to battle it, he knew in the end her body’s needs would override her mind’s willful determination to fight what was natural…what he wanted her to feel as he flicked his tongue over her nipple again and again before finally moving to playfully, teasingly, kiss the deep valley between her beautiful breast.

He lingered over each inch he came to as he shifted once more, scooting slowly down her body until he was perched between her wide spread legs; he took a moment to rim the sensitive area around her belly button with his tongue, blowing a warm breath over her damp skin as she tried to flex her hips in protest…her bound hands curled into fist as Jack again lifted his head so he could look at her, only to find her eyes were tightly closed, her head turned to the right.

Smiling, knowing he was getting to her, even if that was the last thing she wanted, he skimmed his hands under her bottom and gently cupping her cheeks, he lifted her further off the bed, bring her shimmering cunt lips closer; he could see evidence of the arousal wet and slick on her fresh pink flesh…he could see her clit emerging to stand small but erect, demanding attention he was eager to give it as he sighed and pressed a linger kiss against her sex, an act that caused her full, glorious hips to jerk in answer.

“I take it you like that.” He drank in a deep breath. “I have to say I liked that to but I think we will both enjoys this a lot more…” Not allowing her a chance to wonder what he meant, Jack touched his lips to her once more; he used his thumbs to spread her sex open to him, wide and vulnerable…he could taste her juices flowing and it made his dick throb with even greater heat as he delved his tongue deep into her, licking with a wild vigor that made Rachel cry out around the gag in her mouth.

Sensations unlike anything she had ever known or even imagined flooded her in far too intense waves; she felt swept away to a bright place…her promise to herself that nothing he did would effect her faded…his lips wrapped around her most sensitive flesh, tugging it fully into his mouth as he sucked her hard and fast as Rachel arched into him, knowing he had the power to give her what she suddenly needed.

In a rush, with her heart thundering, he lapped her with renewed passion, he could feel her close to an explosion and his own needs for her seemed suddenly meaningless; he wanted her to feel what she had been missing out on, what she had shied away from for far too long…his thoughts were focused fully on her as a strangled but muffled cry echoed all around the room and her sweet, female fluids filled his mouth…he took in the passion that spilled from her even as her hips continued to jerk and he went on licking her clit until she was close to whimpering.

Her body damp with sweat, her belly quivering, Rachel savored the little orgasmic aftershocks that raged through her as Jack kissed his way up her body, back to her neck, where he pressed his face close against her and sighed.

“You taste perfect…” His teeth nipped at her ear. “So perfect. I can’t get enough of you and how sweet you taste, Rachel…” He ached to take her mouth with his, but knew he would have to wait as he pushed himself up on his elbows, then slid from the bed while she watched him with glazed eyes; she was still a little amazed over how wantonly she had acted and how she had fallen apart at his hands…no one had ever touched her in such a manner and she knew her face would forever flush each time she thought about how he had brought her sensations to life, a fact she willingly admitted to herself as she watched him walk across the room, half concealed in the shadows.

Cursing the gag in her mouth, wishing she could speak, yet not having a clue what it was she wanted to say to a man she needed to hate but simply couldn’t, after all he had just made it possible for her to experience, Rachel could only lay near motionless, her damp body slowly beginning to cool as Jack turned to find her watching…in the half shadows he offered her a smile that made her heart pound even harder…his just looking at her made liquid fire rush to her cunt like lava spewing from a volcano and Rachel promised that she would curse herself for it later as she watched Jack move back towards her.

His blond hair was disheveled and his chest hard…his stomach was ridged with very defined muscles, just as she had imagined it would be; countless times since the day she was first introduced to him by the senior partner at their firm, she had daydreamed about just what Jack Sanderson would look like in all his glory, so perfectly male and arrogant about it…she had fought her attraction to him with all her might, until he had sprung his little blackmail plot on her…but Rachel pushed the thought from her mind as she decided to take the moment for what it was and worry about repercussions when the night was over.

As Jack moved closer, back into the light, she tensed to see he held an odd looking, leather flog in his hand…she shook her head in a sudden panic, but he ignored her as he set a silver bowl on the nightstand beside her; she couldn’t see the contents…she was focused on the lash he held out for her to see more clearly as she whimpered…she wanted to scream at him but couldn’t…he had given her so much pleasure, the thought that he was about to hurt her was too much as she blinked back tears that came rushing to her eyes.

“Relax, Rachel.” His eyes found hers. “I would never hurt you.” As he said it, ever so slowly, he lowered the flog to her chest, where he trailed the leather tinsels between her breast…the teasing motions sensual tickled her already sensitive flesh, a fact that was more than confirmed for him by the light that flared in her eyes…he made a track all the way to her belly button and back up as she shifted and he smiled down at her.

Her nipples were still hard and erect, begging to be touched…Jack was certain his cock would soon split its way from his jeans as he brushed the strands over her throbbing nips…Rachel shivered at her own reaction and then cried out when he lifted and brought the flog down against her; he didn’t use enough force to cause pain, just to create a slight sting that was, to her utter amazement, sensual…it added fuel to the fire that was already raging inside her and she arched her back, freely and fully offering herself up to him.

It was a glorious thing to see, her walls falling, leaving her open to what he wanted for her; her inhibitions were withering away and it made Jack smile as he brought leather to flesh once more, with a bit more pressure this time, making certain the blow landed right on her inflamed, pink nubs…she cried out and tried to lift even higher off the bed…she wanted more and more and she wanted to scream wildly at him, to beg him to allow her to come once more as he moved downwards, slapping the flog against her belly.

With each lash he delivered to her, he eased lower and lower…pink lines began to appear on her ivory skin, creating the most amazing sight; his suspicion that Rachel had some intense sexually submissive levels to be explored was rapidly proving to be wonderfully true and Jack was greatly pleased as he finally began slapping at her inner thighs with the leather prop, an act that prompted Rachel to try and spread her legs even wider.

Taking the invitation, Jack trailed the tip of the lash to her sex, brushing it between her wet lips…Rachel again whimpered…it was an amazing sensation to feel the odd tickling in her most intimate area and while her eyes were clinched shut, she could still sense Jack watching her very intensely as the teasing suddenly stopped and her eyes flew open in time to see him place the flog on the nightstand and reach into the bowel to retrieve a rather large size banana.

It was the last object she had expected him to produce into the already erotic scene he was playing with her; she told herself she should eventually reach a point where nothing had the means to surprise her, or catch her off guard…yet the light in his eyes told her there was more still yet to come as he slowly began to peal the fruit and she watched, finding each slow movement wonderfully sensual as the pulpy white texture came into view and Jack held her eyes as he tossed the pealing back into the bowel.


“Can you guess what I intended to do with this?” He smiled at her teasingly and she managed, somehow, to nod in answer. “Good. I see you do have imagination. Though I am firmly certain you can’t beginning to imagine just how good this will feel or just how much you will enjoy it.” With the fruit still in hand, he moved to the foot of the bed as Rachel kept her eyes on him…she followed each step he took, quivering inside with anticipation as Jack finally crawled onto the mattress, between her legs that openly invited him.

Positioning himself carefully, he drank in seeing her sex wet once more, aroused as she had been with the leather creasing her skin, her cunt lips were glossy and ready for what he had in mind; it was a fantasy he had longed to act out with her from the first moment his eyes touched hers…he had endless fantasies he wanted very much to introduce her to during not only the night that he had managed to con her into, but in nights to come…yet that was a thought he tucked away, for the time being, as he slowly touched the pale fruity phallus to her pink quem and she jerked her hips at the cold sensation.

“Frozen banana.” He touched his eyes to hers briefly. “Actually, it has been sitting, thawing for a while, but I am sure it is still quite chilly against your warm skin…” His full attention returned to her body and Rachel was glad for it as he gently wedged the icy yet soft tip between her slit…ever so slowly he pushed the fruit into her; her damp arousal allowed the mass to slid easily in, despite the fact she was rather tight, a discover that Jack was more than delighted to make as Rachel called out his name in a muffled echo…it was a sound that spurred him on and she sensed as much as he began to work the fruit in deeper, only to pull it out…push in again…the curved tip rubbed rather vigorously against a very receptive notch that made pleasure flow through her like ripples created when one tosses a stone into a still, motionless lake.

It was a sensual, tangible rumpus that ripped through her; her body began to flex and wither and Jack increased the pace as the pliable implement began to melt more and more, the heat from her body turning the fruit mushy as it mixed with her fluid and then, in a flash of white light, Rachel felt her body again exploded…fire rained down on her as her inner muscles squeezed and contracted while she whimpered and lifted her hips further off the bed, to seek out the object that brought her such glorious pleasure that continued to swell like an uncontrollable current as Jack slowly withdrew the no longer chilled banana.

Opening her eyes took great effort, but Rachel managed to do it when the bed shifted once more and she looked up to find Jack beside her, brushing a curl from her face again as he smiled; his eyes were dark with passion and it made her ache anew as Jack reached just beneath her neck to unfasten the clasp that held the gag in place…Rachel sighed in relief as he removed it from lips that she quickly licked before working her jaw, to ease the cramp that had gathered there.

Having the freedom to speak didn’t bestow her the ability to form a thought, at least not one that she had the strength to put into words as Jack stared down at her; she could still feel her heart thundering and her inner muscles continued to throb…she was suspended in a heavenly wonder she suddenly never wanted to end…her eyes reached into his, asking a host of questions and searching for answers that ceased to matter as he lowered the banana to her parted lips, drawing a gasp from her as he slid the fruit into her mouth, instantly filling her senses with her taste mingled with the banana it lingered on.

Instinctively, Rachel sucked the fruit hared, laving it with her tongue as she lapped at the flavor; it was an odd combination she found incredibly arousing and Jack felt his blood boil as he watched her…watched her lips wrapped firmly around the ivory texture as it was pulled deeper and deeper into her mouth…for the sake of his own sanity, he finally withdrew the banana, tossing it back into the bowl before reaching inside to capture a full, perfectly ripened, heart shaped strawberry.

“You have a…an odd fascination with fruit.” She sounded as breathless as she felt, and he smiled easily down at her.

“I suppose I do, and so will you, before tonight is over.”

“Jack…”

But he shook his head. “Be a good girl, Rachel. Don’t talk. I took the gag out for a very interesting reason, but it was not conversation.” That, he silent assured himself, would most certainly come later…but there were other activates she needed to indulge in with his expert guidance and Rachel fell immediately silent, no longer trying to keep up her pretext that she hated him…that she didn’t want to be in his bed, bound and vulnerable…she adored the way his touch made her feel and she was determined to savory it for all it was, and could be worth to her, as Jack took the strawberry and to her utter shock, he dipped the berry deep into her still, orgasmic soaked cunt.

He pushed the fruit into her, twisting it slowly as he did and then, he pulled out as she whimpered…he lifted the berry back into her vision, allowing her to see the rich, darkly red texture damp with her juices.

“My version of strawberries and cream.” His voice was husky with passion and need that Rachel more then understood as he lifted the ripened fruit to his mouth…he sank his teeth deep into the berry’s flesh, savoring its sweet taste mingled with her fluids as Rachel forced a desperate breath into her suddenly parched lungs.

Not wanting his own pleasure to be lost on her, Jack held her eyes as he devoured the berry into several slow, delicious bites that made pressure begin to build in Rachel once more, seemingly more intense than ever as he finally licked the sticky sweetness from his fingers, before leaning over Rachel, an arm braced on either side of her head.

On a sigh, unable to say more, Jack whispered her name with such tenderness tears instantly burned her eyes…there was warmth and real emotion in the way he said her name, as if the very sound were somehow precious to him and Rachel relished the feeling as his mouth came down on hers, firm yet gentle as he licked her full lips before sinking his wildly probing tongue deep into her damp, banana flavored heat.

She could taste berry and banana and her own juices as he kissed her with abandon, holding back nothing; he slid one hand to lovingly cup her breast, his fingers teasing the nip as she wiggled beneath him…she wrapped her tongue around his like a snake wrapping itself seductively around a branch and Jack shuddered, amazed by her passion…the quite, shy and removed young woman he knew from the office had vanished and in her place, chained to his bed, was a woman who was open with her need and he was glad for it as he ripped his lips from hers to jerk in a breath.

“Christ…” He half laughed, brushing his knuckles over her cheek. “I am all about being in control but with you I have never felt more out of control…I swear, Rachel, I have never wanted anyone like I want you.” His eyes melted into hers as his fingers traveled into her hair…the silken strands teased his flesh as he lay there, braced over her, her full breast brushing against his chest with each deep breath she took…it was a simple contact that had him close to splitting his pants as she shook her head.

“I…I don’t understand it.” Suddenly, with emotions close to the surface, she felt just as exposed, if not more so, than she had first felt when stripping for him. “I don’t understand how you want me enough to…well, to do what you did.” She turned her head, unable to just lay there and look up at him.

“I have a confession to make, Rachel.” He continued to play his fingers through her hair, loving the feel. “I have been desperate to have you since the second I saw you and as I am sure you can admit, I did all I could to get you to go on a date with me, give me a real chance to prove myself, but you blocked me out at every turn.”

“So you decided to blackmail me?” Some of the anger returned, but she didn’t look at him again and he sighed.

“That does seem a bit harsh, but I have another confession.”

“And that is?”

“I was bluffing.”

At those words, Rachel turned to him, her eyes wide as they found his and he grinned while casually shrugging his shoulders.

“I would never have actually went to a partner with those doctored accounts, it was all a ploy and deep down, you know that.” The teasing light faded and he was suddenly very serious as he cupped her cheek. “I think you know I was playing a game to get you here and I think you wanted to believe I was serious, because then you didn’t have to stop and admit to yourself that you want to be here.”

“Jack…”

“What is happening between you and me is real and it is the most powerful thing I have ever known and I will admit, it is scary, because it is so intense, but I won’t let fear stop me from exploring this, sweetheart.”

“I don’t know what to say to that.”

“Do this for me. Admit that you feel it. You feel the pull.”

“Yes. Yes, I feel it. I have from the very first.” 

“But you kept rejecting me.” The sexual tension gave sudden way to the emotions, the needs that went beyond the physical. “I know you have been hurt before.” She opened her mouth to speak, but he pressed a finger to her lips. “But I am not that jackass and I can’t let you judge me because of what he did and I…I got you here to make you give me a real chance, Rachel, and I am not about to let you get away without giving it to me.” His mouth came down hard on hers again, with more force than before; his tongue drove wildly into her mouth as she arched into him…opened herself to him…his words had touched her as nothing else could have and she wanted to tell him as much, but knew it would be sometime before she had the means or the ability as his lips moved down to hungrily sample her neck once more as she moaned deeply.

Her entire body came to life when he touched her, she was flooded with need and heat that left her utterly breathless…she wanted too much at once…his hands and his lips and his words…the world outside ceased to exist, they were the only two souls alive and it was beyond flawless as Jack took her nipple once again, sucking so hard she cried out from the almost painful sensation that bled into pleasure as he slid one practiced hand between her widely bound legs.

His fingers easily glided into her sopping sex…he pushed two digits into her cunt and curled, pressing hard against the same splendid little spot the banana had discovered; it made her whimper his name…he rubbed with a vigor that brought her closer and closer to an upsurge…it was a peak she wanted to reach, but not the way he intended as she again called out his name almost frantically.

“Jack…please…” She forced her eyes open and to his. “I want…God, I want…you to come inside me.”

“I am inside you, love.” He pressed his fingers against her to prove the point.

“No. I mean, not your hand. You. I want your…”




Sweet Submission



“You want my what?”

“Cock.” The words was chocked out of her. “I want your cock in me…please, Jack, I want you inside me…now…please…” She had never before been so fevered in all her life, it was astounding that she could feel so much…need so much…her eyes reached deeply into his and Jack smiled at what he saw there as he slowly withdrew his fingers from her hot and quivering flesh and as she watched, he licked her sap that dripped from him.

His fingers sucked clean, Jack placed a lingering kiss on her lips before sliding from her to stand and move to the foot of the bed where he gently, and to her surprise, released her right ankle from the metal shackles…he cupped her leg in both hands, tenderly massaging her flesh as the blood circulations returned to a normal flow while Rachel watched him, her eyes wide as he laid her ankle gently on the bed before setting about freeing the other.

It was an odd feeling, to have some mobility, and Rachel took full advantage, gently rubbing her legs against the cool sheets; the motion made the ache inside her feel even more intense…Jack could see the passion building in her as he smiled, loving the look in her eyes and the fact that she was no longer hiding what she felt or wanted from him and with him…a major victory had been scored, one he fully intended to celebrate as he finally allowed his hand to reach for the zipper on his jeans.

Mesmerized, aroused, Rachel realized she was holding her breath, though she could clearly hear her heart thundering as the zipper grinded down inch by inch…she nearly cried out loud as his massive cock suddenly sprang free, large and throbbing, fully erect with blue veins standing strong against his straining flesh…the head was purple and damp with need that sent her teeth pressing firmly into her bottom lip as Jack pushed the denim down his hips and finally, complete cast the jeans aside.

In an instant, he was as bare as she was, beautiful and male and glorious as he came back to stand at her side; her eyes freely and eagerly traveled his body with a renewed and passionate appreciation…she wanted to take all of him in…yet she wondered if she could as her eyes fell once more to his erection…he had to be over nine, if not ten inches and Rachel felt suddenly, foolishly inexperienced as she looked at him and Jack smiled, easily reading her thoughts as he knelt beside the bed.

“I love your eyes.” She turned her head towards him. “I love how everything you’re feeling or thinking shines in your eyes when you look at me and it just so happens that I love how you have never learned how to tamper down your reactions to a touch…” His hand set down heavily on her breast and she whimpered. “I think you and I have a lot to explore, and I think you know as well as I do that we are going to go well beyond just tonight.” He made a task of pulling at her nipple until she groaned again and he moved to kiss her, slowly this time, savoring the feel of her mouth yielding beneath his as he shifted himself onto the bed, his body half covering hers…he deepened the kiss and Rachel responded in kind as his hand left her breast to trail its way down her belly…her hip…his hand glided easily along her silk like skin as she sighed his name again and again, begging him…pleading…he kissed her full breast…he wanted to prolong the tension building between them, but his own body was very ready for release as he eased his way down her, settling himself between her legs as he braced his arms once more on either side of her head.

“Rachel, look at me.” He licked gently at her lips as she complied. “Are you really ready for this? Be sure. If you want me to stop…”

“If you stop at this point, I might kill you, Jack.”

“In that case, sweetheart…” She spread her legs wide and arched up as his cock ever so gently brushed against her wet opening. “I am more than ready myself…” He pushed the first inch into her as she gasped and half sighed his name; she had never before felt so close to perfection…Jack gritted his teeth as he fought the urge to drive into her without any real reserve…she was so tight despite the fact she was wet and the last thing he wanted was to hurt her or cause any discomfort.

With each inch, she felt more and more connected to him, more filled…she wrapped her legs tightly around him, pulling him into her…it was such a natural and instinctive act it pushed him completely over the edge; he allowed himself to sink into her as she flexed her hips hard against him…gasping, crying sounds escaped her, confirming the delight she felt as he eased out only to drive in again and again, repeating the action with vigor.

Her cunt lips were wonderfully warm and slick, wrapping around his cock in a tight, firm sheath; he felt as if he had been born to be inside her as he shifted, hooking his arms just under her knees…he bent them forward until her knees were raised almost to her breast…he was able to bury himself even deeper, rubbing against her clit as he did and Rachel jerked beneath him; she lifted her hips off the bed, baring her weight on her upper back as Jack set a rhythm she quickly matched, thrust for blessed thrust.

It was a remarkable sensation, flesh against flesh…she wanted it to last forever as Jack said her name…he told her she was beautiful and for the first time in her life, she fully believed it as a wild scream worked its way from her soul just as her cunt contracted and Jack pushed into her exploding body twice more, submerging himself deep…her muscles began to milk him…his hot, thick come poured freely into her welcoming body as sweat tricked down her flesh and she struggled for breath she couldn’t find as Jack collapsed on her, his face pressed into her neck.

His weight on her was a wonderful feeling, sweat slick flesh against flesh as their hearts raced…their breathing was ragged and labored as tiny little ripples raced through them and Rachel was certain she had seen heaven; nothing in her life had ever prepared her for the glory Jack had shown her, and she wanted to thank him for it, but wasn’t sure how as he slowly lifted his head to find her eyes and they both smiled.

“You okay?” He was still buried deep inside her.

“Very. How about you?”

“I don’t think I have ever been better.” His eyes creased her face. “I have given lots of thought to just how good it could be between us, but that defied even my expectations and its all because of you.” She had such fire and passion, just looking at her made him burn as he lowered his mouth to hers for a long, lingering kiss before slowly, literally forcing himself to withdrew from her body.

There was an odd, empty sensation to feel him leave her, but the look in his eyes told her not to worry, there was indeed more and more to come, a thought that left her feeling as giddy as anything could have; he had the most amazing effects on her usually sensible senses and Rachel found she liked it greatly as Jack disappeared into the shadows, through a door to her right that she had not noticed before.

He was gone for less than a moment before returning with a damp rag in one hand and wine bottle in the other; it occurred to her that he didn’t hold any glasses, but even that rather obscure observation was lost as he set the bottle on the nightstand before perching beside her on the bed once more.

Slowly, with sensual strokes, he touched the damp rag to her breast, brushing it over her skin as her eyes closed; the material was course and cool against her heated flesh and it created wonderfully little shocks as Jack moved down her belly…between her thighs…she sighed in renewed need as he began to tease her still swollen sex until she opened her eyes to look up at him as he threw the rag from the bed.

Totally caught under his spell, Rachel watched his hands as the moved to unfasten the shackle that held her left wrist; just as he had with her ankles, he rubbed her flesh with tender care as the circulation returned in full…he moved to the other wrist as her freed arm fell limply to her side and Jack smiled down at her as he lifted her right hand to his lips so he could place a gentle kiss against her palm.

She was so wide eyed and filled with wonder, it amused and aroused him to see her so aroused as he tugged on her hand and she took the hint, sitting up with a slight wince as her most tender areas were suddenly, slightly sore; it wasn’t a painful feeling as much as it was a new one and Rachel found it oddly pleasant as Jack reached for the open wine bottle, taking a large sip directly from the container, before placing it to her lips, holding it for her as she tilted her head back and allowed the sweet, chilled substance to fill her mouth.

The liquid was welcomed by her parched throat as it tricked down into her belly and she eased her head back, indicating she had had enough, but Jack still allowed the wine to pour freely and Rachel gasped in surprise as it flowed over her breast…it teased her nipples that were already agonizingly sensitive…Jack smiled at the fire that flared in her eyes as he lowered his head to lick the sticky sweetness from her body and Rachel lifted a hand that she tangled in his hair, anchoring him to her quivering breast.

“Jack…” She cried his name as his tongue flicked her nipple. “I have never been so desperate for someone…I have never wanted anyone like this…” His teeth sank briefly into her and she cried out, arching against him as he kissed his way from her breast to her neck and Rachel took the incentive to take his mouth with hers.

The wine still lingered on his lips, it was gloriously delicious as she sank into him, exploring his mouth…her tongue mated with his as he slowly stood, still sealed to her as he rose to his feet and pulled her along with him…he kept one hand on her breast as he moved backwards and Rachel followed, not wanting to lose contact with his body…she wanted just to melt completely into him forever, a reality that amazed her to no end as Jack finally eased back from her and she blinked, surprised to discover they had made it to the other side of the room while never breaking their passionate embrace.

“I want to show you something.” He cupped her face in his hands.

“Anything.”

He smiled at her breathless answer. “I like that. Anything. I really hope I can count on you to always be so agreeable when it comes to what happens in this room.” He brushed his lips over hers again as she smiled and Jack slid his hands to her shoulders, turning her ever so slowly…her heart stopped as she found herself staring directly at her own very bare reflection in a full length, wall size mirror…she could see Jack drinking in the sight she made as he stood behind her and it made her want to run and hide.

Her hair danced around her shoulders in a tangled disarray and her skin was flushed from her face to her breast…she could see liquid arousal glistening brightly on her sex lips and passion shimmered in her eyes…she looked like a woman who had just discovered what sex was all about, and she was, indeed, just that, yet old insecurities lingered as she tired to turn away, only to find Jack holding her firmly in place.

“Jack, please…” Her eyes sought his in the mirror.

“I want you to look at yourself.” His voice was firm. “I mean it. Look. I want you to look at yourself and see what I see, love; I want you to see yourself as a beautiful, sensual, sexy woman who makes me crazy with lust each time you walk into a room…hell, Rachel, I don’t even have to see you to want you, baby.”

“I know what I am, Jack. I have seen my body.”

“I don’t think you have, or you wouldn’t be so shy and you sure as hell wouldn’t be trying to shed an inch from your lush frame…” He slid his hands to cup her breast; he easily closed his fingers around her still erect nipples, pulling at the pink nubs.

“Lush isn’t what I…I would call it, Jack…”

“I would.” Teasingly, he kissed her neck and nipped at her ear. “I love how big and how heavy your breast are; I love how they more than fill my hands and let me assure you, I love your hips and ass and skin…” He moved his hands to her belly.

“No one has ever…has ever described me like you do.”

“I am sure lots of men look at you and see the same remarkable woman I see, but I have to say, I am staking my claim right here and now.” 

“Jack…”

“I mean it, babe. I adore you the way you are. Lush and perfect.”

“You make me feel perfect, the way you look at me and the way you touch me…”

“Good.” His hands rested on her waist as he turned her to face him. “Since you and I happen to be on the subject of you, I am telling you what I did before; this isn’t ending with one night, Rachel. I mean it. I need more. I played dirty to get you here and if need be, I’ll play dirty to keep you here, love.” A smile came to her as he said it and she looped her arms around his neck, pressing herself close to him; she devoured his mouth with hers, sinking into him as he moved his hands to cup her full bottom just as his cock began to stir back to life to press hard and full against her belly.

It was a kiss that seemed to convey more emotions than mere words ever could; all she felt for him and all he felt for her merged as their tongues danced together and Jack slid a hand between her thighs to tenderly fondle her clit, drawing a moan from her that made him grin as he played his lips down to her neck.

“You know, Rachel, you really put me through some hoops, turning me down like you did, again and again and again, until I was left with no choice but to take some fairly desperate measures just to prove myself to you.”

Her hands on his shoulders, she eased back to find his eyes with hers. “I guess I owe you an apology for that, for not allowing you a chance…”

But he was shaking his head. “Apologizes are nice, but what I think you really need is a good, sound, old fashioned thrashing.” He said the words in a tone so richly seductive it made her cunt contract in anticipation as Jack took her hand and quietly took her to a well padded, wooden bench she had noticed when he had first brought her into the room…it felt to her that a lifetime had passed since that anxious moment when she had wanted to hate him yet knew she hadn’t…she didn’t and never would as he stood her beside the bench, pulling her long legs wide so he could easily fasten her ankles into shackles that were attached to the floor via large, brass bolts.

Once her ankles were firmly locked into place, Jack pressed a hand against her back and Rachel took his hint, bending forward so her stomach rested against the bench; chains fastened to the wall were stretched out and hooked to her wrist…she was suspended, once again motionless, with her ass perched into the air…it was an alluring position for Jack to see her in, and one that made Rachel feel wonderfully sexy as Jack stepped behind her so he could place his hands on her exposed bottom.

“I have been dreaming about your ass.” He pressed his fingers into her flesh.

“Jack…” She turned her head to look back at him and he smiled.

“I love seeing you like this. Spread out and open in sweet submission.”

“Submitting to you is the sweetest thing I have ever done.” Emotion made her words thick and Jack felt his chest tighten…even if Rachel wasn’t ready to put a name to it, there was no question in Jack’s mind that they were headed for something very serious and he was more than happy about it as their eyes held…the pull between them was stronger than ever, it made him ache to shove himself in her and stay there forever.

“Well, I think its about to get a whole lot sweeter.” His eyes made her promises she suddenly believed he had the ability to keep as he placed one palm firmly against the small of her back, holding her completely in place…heat rushed through her and her heart raced as he lifted his arm and in a flash, his hand struck her bottom with just enough force to sting her flesh…Rachel gasped in reaction and happily arched her ass to eagerly receive more as Jack smiled and arrogantly basked in the knowledge that he had indeed been right about Rachel’s hidden, desperate to be explored passions…

THE END 



Sweet Submission



The bet was made, the coin was tossed, and the lady had called heads. The coin landed spinning many times before the outcome had shown tails. 

The loser of the bet? "Slave for a day." 

She had to follow his instructions to the letter. Should she go against His wishes, she would be punished. 

She was to show up promptly at 3:00 PM wearing a short dress, panties or thong and no bra. 

They kissed passionately with the anticipation of what was to come. She only knew that she must submit to His every need or be punished. 

He handcuffed her wrists in front of her taking special care not over tighten the restraints. The metal handcuffs were only temporary as they would be replaced with fur lined satin restraints. 

He led her outside to his secluded backyard. There he raised her arms above her head to an awaiting rope and then fastened the other end of the rope to a nearby branch. 

He kissed her softly again before he slid the blindfold over her eyes. 

She could feel the moistness between her legs as she anticipated a touch, but there was none. She was helpless. 

Her senses were now heightened, without her sight. She could feel the sun on her body, the soft breeze blowing up her dress and the taste of their last kiss still on her lips. She could hear a bird sing in the distance, the rustling of the leaves, and the smell of her own sweet perfume now seemed to fill the air. 

Her body shuttered as she felt his hands on her legs for the first time. He slowly ran his fingers up her legs, pulling her dress up to the waist and showing off her beautiful body. 

His fingers soon made their way to the inside of her thighs. Slowly they lightly touched upwards until he felt the edge of her wet panties. Her knees went weak as he tugged gently, then pulling the panties to one side exposing her moistness. 

She was clean-shaven and he could hardly wait to taste her sweet juices. 

She felt his hot breath nearing her now swollen clit and begged him to lick it. She felt his tongue at the edge of her panties. Very slowly, he separated her labia. He nibbled on one, then the other, tugging and sucking over and over. 

Her knees weakened as he plunged his tongue deep inside her throbbing pussy. She met each stroke violently as he lapped up every drop. Faster and faster he licked until her body started to spasm, and then he stopped. 

She wanted to beg him to continue. She wanted to feel his cock deep inside her, but she also knew that if she did not do what she was told, that she would be punished. To obey her Master would only lead to rewards of ecstasy. 

She felt his hands on her body, squeezing her ass, working their way up the body to her breasts. His fingers lightly touching the skin, her neck, then lightly tugging on her hair.

She felt his hands raising up her arms and then undoing the handcuffs. He massaged each wrist, kissing them softly, slowly lowering them down to her sides. 

She felt his breath on her lips, then slowly they kissed. The metal cuffs were to be replaced with soft satin restraints, but as long as she followed his orders, there would no longer be a need for them today. 

He helped her to her knees where she was told to put her head down and was not allowed to touch herself. 

Still blindfolded, she could hear the sound of the briefcase opening. She knew this sound and it made her smile. Inside the case were all her toys. There were vibrators, vibrating eggs, bullets, plugs, anal toys and more. 

There was also her whip for when she disobeyed. He had never hurt her with it; in fact it stimulated her to orgasm again and again. It was more of a tease than anything. 

She felt her dress raise up exposing her tight ass. She squirmed as he pulled her panties down enough to expose her wet pussy. 

She moaned softly as she felt his hot tongue on her asshole. 

She felt his finger slowly separate her awaiting pussy as he licked her ass. As slowly as his finger entered, he removed it even slower. 

She pushed backward trying to get it deeper, but he had pulled it away. Again, she felt her lips separating, deeper and deeper it went. Again, she could feel his fingers slowly pulling out. 

One more time, this time spreading her lips wide. She felt it being pushed in deeper and deeper. Her back arched as she pushed hard against his fingers until it was deep inside her. 

Suddenly, without any warning, she felt a vibration from deep inside. The vibration was a vibrating, remote control egg. He now could control her from a 100 feet away. 

She found herself reaching back, wanting to rub her clit, but as she did, the vibration would quit. She knew she had to obey her Master. 

She felt his hand raise her head, and slowly guide her hands to his belt. She knew that she had to service him in order for the egg to be turned on. 

She undid his pants and slowly pulled down his fly. As she kissed the bulge in his pants, she felt the egg turn on. 

She tugged on his pants and they dropped down around his ankles. Without underwear he was ready to be serviced by his slave. 

As she reached for his cock with her right hand, the vibration deep inside her stopped. She knew then that no hands were allowed. 

Again, he guided her to his throbbing cock. She licked thoughtfully, tasting his pre-cum. She felt the vibration again as she took him into her mouth. He removed his hands from her head knowing that she did not like her hair touched nor needed the help. 

She moved her tongue up and down the base of his cock and then again sucked on just the head. She wanted to rub her throbbing clit as she sucked him. 

Several times she found herself reaching back, and the vibration stopped. The on and off sensations drove her into ecstasy and she wanted him inside her. 

She sucked his cock harder and harder, taking his seven inch cock deep in her throat. She heard his moans as she took as much of him as she could handle. 

Without warning, he pulled away. He knelt in front of her, brushed the hair away from her face and gently kissed her lips. 

He turned off the vibrating egg and again kissed her passionately. He praised her performance so far, but after all, the bet was "slave for a day," and the day was young. He had a lot more in store for sweet Lisa. 

He carefully helped her to her feet. She felt her panties fall the rest of the way to her ankles. She leaned on him for support as he removed them completely. 

Still blindfolded, He led her across the yard. She squeezed her muscles hard trying to retain the egg still inside her. 

She was confused to hear the truck door opening. He helped her into the 4x4, watching her head carefully. He reclined the seat all the way back and told her to raise her dress so that he could view her wet pussy. 

With anticipation of his touch, she immediately obliged. He parted her legs wide with one foot resting on the dash. She could feel his fingers on each side of her awaiting lips. Slowly they pulled her labia wide as she felt the heat of his hot tongue touching the inside of her. His tongue licked faster and faster working it's way up to her awaiting clit as she felt the vibrator turn back on. 

Her hips thrust upward trying to get his tongue on her clit. She grabbed his head hard, trying to guide him right where she needed him, but the vibration and licking stopped. 

She felt the truck door close, then the driver's side open. As she lay there, naked from the waist down, blindfolded, she heard the engine start. 

He comforted her, telling her that she need not be frightened, but as a reward, she would finally be allowed to touch herself, to masturbate for him. The catch was, only while the egg was vibrating. When the egg stops, she must also stop. 

The egg almost immediately turned on and she wasted no time rubbing her clit. Her breathing became heavy as she rubbed her pussy hard. 

Suddenly the vibration stopped. She hesitantly stopped. She rested her hand over pussy waiting, wanting to rub. He pulled her hand away. Several miles went by before she heard the words Let me taste you." 

The vibrator turned back on as she stuck two fingers deep inside of her and then let him suck on them. He allowed her to continue to masturbate, faster and harder she rubbed. 

She rubbed her clit back and forth hard as she felt his two fingers part her awaiting lips deep, pushing the egg deeper inside of her. He thrusts his fingers back and forth until her legs clamped violently on them. Her hips thrust back as she tried to pull him out. 

He shut off the vibrator but left his fingers inside her. Her body spasms every time he would even slightly move his fingers. 

She still had his hand firmly clasped. He had seen women having shallow orgasms before, but never quite like this. He even felt her squirt deep inside. 

As she regained some of her composure, she felt the vehicle pull over. 

He told her that she could now remove the blindfold. To her surprise, she was in some town, what looked like a main street. Even though that there was no one around, she still was parked on main street, naked from the waist down and still had his fingers deep inside of her. 

He pulled out his fingers slowly. They were dripping wet. He tasted her sweet cum, then shared a kiss with her. 

He helped her with her seat, then handed her, her panties and asked her to put them on. She went to pull out the egg, and was told, "No," but to replace her panties. 

Doing so, she looked in the visor mirror. Her face was flushed, almost a guilty, loss of innocence air about her. Her eyes almost seemed to turn a deeper blue. 

He walked around the vehicle, opening the door for her. They were heading for a bar, and a bar full of people. 

As he opened the door for her, she still could feel the egg inside her, and aware of her very wet panties. 

They shared a secret smile between them as they walked inside. All the rules still applied. She was still his slave for that day, and he still held the remote.

He held the door for her as they walked inside. She felt a little uneasy as she felt the eyes of the patrons upon her, yet she was a little turned on feeling the egg still inside her and her panties wet with pleasure. 

As he ordered their drinks, she headed towards the back room and the pool tables. On her way, she was met by two young men who started up a conversation. 

She stood there very seductively, flirting using only her body. Her short dress showing off her legs, her breasts and those eyes you could get lost in. 

He should of felt jealous, but she did come in with him and he still had the remote control. 

She winced as he turned it on from across the room. She squirmed and tried to squeeze her lips together trying to maintain in front of her new friends. As he handed her a drink, as quickly as the vibrator turned on, it went off. She knew then, that he was still in control. 

The back room of the bar was quiet. There was only one couple and they were getting ready to leave. 

Standing in front of her, he grabbed her hands softly, starred into her eyes and they kissed very passionately. They decided to play a game of pool, at a price of course. If she would win, she would no longer be his slave for the day, but he would be hers. 

Should she lose, she was to remove her panties right there in the bar in front of him. Eight ball, last pocket. 

She had won the coin toss, then slowly bent forward for the break. Her dress slowly raised up enough just to drive him crazy. As she pulled back on the cue, she felt the egg again deep inside her. The cue ball veered off but the one ball rolled slowly into the corner pocket.

She wanted to touch herself. She leaned forward on the cue, or leaned over a corner pocket just to feel anything against her clit. 

As he shot, she would stand in front of him, lifting her dress, just teasing him and breaking his concentration. Several shots went by as the balls remained on the table. It was time for a short break. 

He turned the egg off as they stood in front of the jukebox. He stood directly behind her, arms around her waist and whispered to her, "I want to taste you." 

The only people around were in the other room and they had their backs to them. Slowly, she lifted her dress slightly, and pulled her panties to one side allowing access to her swollen lips. 

Her knees got weak as she touched herself. He whispered to her, "All the way in." She complied. 

She could feel his hard cock behind her as she came to the realization that she was masturbating for him in public. This only turned them both on more. He told her to slowly remove her fingers so that he could taste them. 

Her breathing was heavy as she removed them. She lowered her dress, turned around and put her fingers to his lips. The scent of her overwhelmed him, as he tasted her sweet juices.

He shared her fingers with her, then kissed her soft sharing all of her wetness 

After regaining some composure, they had played their songs and decided to finish the longest pool game in history. The solids and stripes were about even on the table when he confronted her about changing the bet. 

He suggested that if she won, she would still get him for the rest of the day to do what she pleased. If she lost, she would no longer be under his control. 

It was a win, win situation she thought. What was the catch?

She was to remove her thong and the egg somewhere back in that poolroom where no one could see. She would be able to shoot pool without the egg vibrating inside her, but then she would be almost naked. Hesitantly, she agreed to his terms. 

She loved the feel of the vibration inside her, but she needed more control. 

She found a small corner of the room where no one could see, but the voices sounded somewhat near. He backed her up against the wall as he ran his hands up the outside of her thighs raising her dress. 

She tugged quickly at her thong as it dropped down around her ankles. There was just one task left. She reached between her legs and grabbed at the antenna to pull out the egg as she felt it turn on. 

He kissed her deep as he guided her hands to pull it out. As they slowly pulled it out he guided it, still vibrating to her swollen clit. He pressed firmly against it as she bit his lip trying to stop. 

As he shut it off, she stood there, out of breath, and her thong still around one ankle. She composed herself, gathered up her toy and panties and proceeded back to the pool table. 

He stood there, trying to catch his breath. He was harder that he could ever remember. Her sweet perfume still lingered as he tried to compose himself. 

Neither one could remember whose shot it was, but it really didn't matter. As he shot, she would rub his hard cock from behind, or lift her dress enough to show off that perfect shaven pussy. 

As she would shoot, she would bend over far enough to show off that tight ass and he would rub his hand up underneath her dress and gently part her lips. 

This went on until he grabbed her from behind; He pulled her hair away and gently kissed her neck. 

He whispered to her, "Call it a draw?" 

Without hesitation, she said, "Yes," and they walked hand and hand through the bar to the door. 

As they reached the door, she raised the back of her dress for a second and flashed the bar. 

They laughed at what had happened today and smiled of what was to come. She was no longer his slave. He was no longer her Master, but they were as one.



Sweet Submission



It started with a seemingly innocent IM, though I know you and nothing you do is ever really innocent. You asked me if I was going to the party that night and I replied that I was thinking about it, but didn't really want to go alone. So in your roundabout way you offered to pick me up and we'd go together. We chatted a little more, making sure we had each others cell phone numbers in case of some mishap and then you said you needed to get back to work. 

Before signing off, however, you told me one more thing - to wear stockings. I knew what this meant. This wasn't going to be just a friendly ride to and from a party and we both knew it. Which suited me just fine, it had been far too long since you made me into the submissive little slut that only you know how to turn me into. I felt a little tingle go through me. And throughout the day, that tingle continued to build inside me as I thought about what you might do to me that night. I could hardly wait. When I got home from work, I changed into a short black dress – sexy but not slutty, pulled on a black g-string, rolled on my black, thigh-high stockings, slipped into some black high heeled sandals and waited for you.

The party itself was a blur, punctuated by your teases throughout the evening...standing across the room and letting your gaze drift over my body, walking by and whispering the filthiest things into my ear, brushing up against me and "accidentally" letting the tips of your fingers graze my nipples and ass. By the time the party began to break up around 1 am, I was absolutely on fire, my whole body tingling, my pussy soaking wet, wanting nothing more than to feel your mouth all over me and your cock deep in my mouth, then pussy, then ass.

We get to your apartment...finally, FINALLY... and I turn to kiss you but you put a finger to my lips and tell me to go sit down on the couch. I pout a little, but do as I'm told; with you, I ALWAYS do what I'm told and you know that. I sit on the couch, my legs crossed primly, my hands in my lap while my desire to have you throw me down and just fuck me any way and every way smolders inside, so ready to burst it's like a physical presence in my body that will explode out if it isn't let out soon. You sit down next to me, just looking at me for a minute, then you reach up and stroke my face, moving your hand to the back of my head where you twine your fist through a mass of my long red hair, twisting it into a ponytail that you then pull back, pulling my head back until my whole delicate throat is exposed. I gasp, an involuntary sound that issues from the back of my throat. You know I love to have my hair pulled, to know that you're in charge. You laugh a little, a low throaty sound.

"You like that, don't you?" you say. 

"You know I do," I whisper.

You pull my head back even farther and say, "Yes, I know you do. And you do whatever I tell you to do, isn't that right?"

"Yes," I whisper. I am so fucking wet now that I think at any moment, a trail of girl juice is going to be running down my thigh.

"Stand up," you say.

I do.

"Take off your dress."

I reach behind me and unzip my dress, letting it fall to the floor. I step out of it and kick it away. There is only one small lamp on in the room, but I can see your bright blue eyes taking in my body. Your gaze drifts from my large breasts, poured in a plunging black demi bra, to my trim waist, to my full, curvy hips, and then lower, lingering for a moment, before continuing down my thighs above where the stockings end. You look all the way down to my feet, still encased in my high heeled shoes. Your gaze comes back up until you're looking me in the eye again.

"Turn around and bend over the couch."

I do as I'm told, keeping my feet on the floor and bending over until my ass is high up in the air and my head and torso are resting on the cushions of the couch. You get up and walk behind me and before I know what's happening, you've given me several hard slaps on my upturned ass. I gasp at first and then moan as your palm rubs my asscheek where you've just spanked me. 

"Very nice, very nice," you say, more to yourself than me. You give me another hard smack, this time on the other cheek, and then rub it. A few lighter smacks and then a hard one. Light. Light. HARD. Light.I don't know what to expect next but I try hard not to flinch as the blows rain down on my delicate ass. I can feel my ass getting hot, but you don't stop. SLAP!! SLAP!!! Gentle rubbing. SLAP! My head is still down on the couch, but you reach down and pull it up by the back of my hair. 

"Are you my little submissive slut?"

SMACK "Well, are you?"

"Yes...yes," I moan.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes I'm your little submissive slut."

"Good girl," you say, and rub my now burning red ass. 

"Let's get this off, shall we?" 

And with that, you gently pull off my soaking wet panties. 

"Hmmmm, you seem awfully wet already, why do you think that is?"

I just kind of moan, but you don't let me off that easy. "I asked you a question." SMACK

"You...you know why," I stammer. "I'm just so fuckin turned on right now."

"Oh, is that so?" you say, toying with me. Then you come up very close behind me. I can feel how rock hard your cock is and I know you're as turned on as I am. 

"So," you whisper in my ear, "What do you want?" 

You KNOW what I want, of course, but you want to hear me say it, want me to talk like the filthy slut you always make me become.

"I'd really like to suck your cock," I whisper.

"What was that? I didn't hear you?" you taunt.

I turn my head and look you in the eye. "I really want to suck your cock," I say with a gleam in my eye.

"OK, you may suck my cock," you respond, sitting down on the couch and unbuttoning your fly. I kneel down in front of you, pulling your rock hard erection out. I know you love the way I suck cock so I take my time and begin to tease the head a little bit, licking all around and then up and down the shaft. You have the tiniest drop of pearly precum beginning to drip out, and I take my thumb and swirl it around while I continue licking your shaft and move down lower to suck on your balls. I run my tongue up and down the length of it, stopping to suck on the swollen purplish head before sliding the whole thing deep into my throat. You grunt, grabbing my hair and pulling it back hard while you slowly start moving your hips back and forth. 

"Fuck...fuck," you're moaning while I deep throat your 8 inches. "God, you have the most amazing mouth." 

I make a deep moaning sound, an acknowledgement of your comments, and I smile to myself knowing that you appreciate my efforts. Your breathing is getting more shallow and your cock is like a bar of iron.I know you're close to cumming, so I slide your cock all the way into my throat and suck hard. You start pistoning your hips back and forth now, fucking my face. Suddenly, you explode in my mouth, moaning and grabbing at my hair, jerking your hips until you've emptied all of your cum down my throat. I swallow it all and just sit there for a minute, my face against your thigh, until you tilt my head up and look at me.

"Get up here on the couch, on all fours."

I gladly do so, my ass once again in the air, my quivering pussy so ready to be filled. You get behind me and I feel your tongue tracing the contours of my ass and pussy, sliding in and out of my wet holes as your hands squeeze and spread my asscheeks apart. You bury your tongue in my musky asshole - your favorite thing to do - and moan softly as you taste me. You slide a few fingers into my pussy at the same time, and I begin rocking back and forth, my pussy sucking greedily at the two, three, four fingers you have shoved into me. You lick up and down my asscrack as your fingers pound my hole and I feel like if I don't have your cock in me soon, I will actually explode. 

"Oh, God, fuck me...please fuck me," I moan. 

You continue to fuck my pussy with three fingers while you slide the fourth one, well lubed already, into my asshole. Then I feel you pull your fingers out and I sigh involuntarily, but within seconds I feel your cock – rock hard again – pushing against the entrance to my aching hole. You slide in easily, your big cock filling me completely and I feel an electric jolt throughout my body. You stroke back and forth rhythmically, each thrust filling me with a pleasure more intense than I thought possible. You pull me back by the hair and slap my ass and I'm moaning, I'm screaming. I reach down and rub my swollen clit, I am so wet...my god, the things you do to me. 

"I want to fuck that sweet ass of yours," you groan in my ear.

"Yes, yes, fuck my ass, fuck it hard," I moan back. 

You pull out of my dripping pussy and cram your cock into my puckered asshole. It's a little tight, but it spreads for you as you push further inside and you reinsert three fingers into my pussy at the same time. I am lost in all these sensations: your cock stroking back and forth in my ass, your fingers pumping my pussy, my own fingers furiously rubbing my clit and suddenly I'm hit by a shattering orgasm. 

"Oh fuck, I'm cummmmming!!" I scream, as wave after wave of orgasms hit me. You continue to pound me from behind until I hear you reaching the point of no return as well. 

"Oh fuck...OH, FUCK." you grunt as your whole body goes rigid and then I feel a warm surge of cum pumped into my ass. You stay there for a minute, laying against my back, both of us covered in sweat and the smell of sex heavy in the air. I notice the sun has come up and we both should probably be getting ready to go to work.

I look at you. You look at me.

We both decide to call in sick.



Sweet Submission Ch. 01



Dear Diary,

In essence, I guess you could call me a submissive by nature. But I also like to fight back and am a little cheeky; those two things do not please Ian. But these are the things that I do know: He treats me with respect and compassion, as any lover would, he knows my limits and pushes them, but never beyond what I couldn't handle, loves me for who I am and gives me the most incredible orgasms I have ever experienced.

I'll tell you of our first meeting and how I came to understand how truly submissive I was, and the need to please Him, more than I had ever thought possible.

I had been speaking to a man online by the name of Ian for several months when the conversation got around to what I would like to experience that I never have in the bedroom. 

Not one to normally indulge such personal information, I was very hesitant at spilling out my most innermost thoughts to a complete stranger. I had not even mentioned them to you diary, for fear of someone picking you up and reading my well-guarded fortress of secrets.

I had very cautiously started voicing my curiosity on the thought of being tied up while being made love to. The proposal of a person binding me, so that I was completely helpless appealed a lot to me. 

To my surprise, Ian responded very enthusiastically to my idea and that he was very interested in tying women up and suggested that we meet each other the next day to get to know each other a little better.

I didn't think that the meeting the next day would lead to the turn of events that happened, let me assure you! I woke up early in the morning, partly because I was extremely nervous as I am not the person who normally does this and I had to drive 2 hours to meet him and I didn't want to be late.

I had a shower and shaved my pussy and legs, just in case. Brushing my dark brown hair and pinning it up in a messy bun with a few tendrils carefully created for a flyaway careless look and then applied a little makeup, nothing heavy, very natural. 

I then dressed in a black pair of pants that hugged my tight arse and left little to the imagination. I donned a silky see through blouse that showed off my full breasts and erect nipples. 

No bra or panties, I wasn't sure what he would like. Slipping into knee high black boots and grabbing my purse and keys, I set off through the front door.

Driving to the mall where he requested we meet, I was very anxious indeed. Getting out of my car, I walked briskly towards the information desk. 

The very pretty blonde receptionist greeted me, and I noted blushingly that she had the biggest breasts I had ever seen and beautiful green eyes, told me the exact location of the restaurant that he had mentioned the night before. 

Striding purposefully I didn't take note of my surroundings, my mind set on my destination. He had said that he would be holding a rose so that I could identify him. 

I walked into the restaurant, looking around as I stepped through the door. I immediately saw him, dressed in a black suit with an electric blue tie, which set off his gorgeous baby blue eyes. 

He stood as I approached, as if sensing that I was the one who he was waiting for. As he stood I realised that he was taller than my tiny five foot frame, about six foot two, with dark black hair. He presented the rose to me and I accepted it, smiling as I did so. 

"You are Gloria?" he questioned.

"Yes" I replied, nervously.

"Did you want to have a little brunch, so we can get to know each other?" he asked.

"Oh, I don't mind, whatever you prefer", at my statement, he smiled, a funny little half smile that I didn't understand until later that night.

He led me to a table and we sat. I looked into his eyes and he stared back at me, as if willing me to speak. I blushed and looked away.

"So, tell me about yourself Gloria" he said.

"What do you want me to tell you, there isn't much to tell" I replied.

"Don't sell yourself short, I don't know you, so make a sales pitch I can't turn down" he grinned.

"Well, I don't know how well I advertise, because I don't know how good the product is" I joked back.

We carried on speaking, my thoughts running to what he would be like in bed. I had tried not to fantasise about what it would be like to meet Ian, so the large bulge in his pants pleasantly surprised me.

When he suggested that we adjourn to dinner at his house and I quickly agreed. The lunch had gone fabulously and I felt like I had made a true friend. He got into his car, a Holden Monaro and I got into my Rav 4. 

We were parked not far from each other. I followed him to his house, which was 45 minutes away, trying to take in various landmarks so I could make my way home with ease.

We got to his house, a modern two-story house with a large front lawn on a quiet street. We parked up the driveway and I got out, apprehensively clutching my purse and keys. I looked up at the house, not admiring the house in itself, but thoughts racing ahead to what might prevail during the evening.

I followed Ian through the front door to the lounge room, taking in the wooden floorboards, which complemented the gorgeous wooden furniture that dominated the lounge room. 

I sat down on the couch, looking up at him and he was looking at me with mirth and amusement. "Drink?" but managed to convey the word with a sort of amusement that had me blushing. 

I replied "No thanks". He disappeared for a second and returned with two glasses of red wine. 

"I said that I didn't want a drink". I stammered. 

"But I thought you might need one after our exertions" Ian grinned devilishly which only served to heighten my embarrassment and my face turned a rose shade of red.



Sweet Submission Ch. 01



Author's Note: This is the first in a two part series of "light" domination - a bit of bondage, lots of control and no pain or humiliation. If that's your taste, read on and enjoy.





Sweet Submission Ch. 01



I sensed the effort of will it must have taken him to ask me that and I didn't want to embarrass him by hesitation.

"Yes," I said simply and discovered while I spoke that I had only been waiting for him to ask.

The crowd noted our departure with a desultory interest which did not match the avid hunger that had greeted my entry. I was glad to leave and once in the open, drew in a greedy lungful of night air. The muscle regarded me with a new respect as he opened the door of the limousine that pulled up at the curb.

I sank gratefully into one of the plush leather seats and waited for him to follow me in. He spoke briefly to the security before he stepped in and closed the door. He slipped into the seat opposite me and regarded me with an amused air as we pulled away from the curb.

"I can't get over how impulsive you are," he said finally, "An hour ago, you didn't know that I exist and here you are sitting in my car going God knows where."

"I hope you know where you are going. God is an unsafe navigator," I said flippantly and then added, "And you? The fact that I am a stranger isn't stopping you either."

He laughed.

"Lets remedy that, shall we? I am Alex," he said, reaching his hand forward for me to grasp.

"Abigail," I said, "Abby is fine."

"Well, Abby. I hope you enjoy the ride."

He spent the next few minutes showing me the gizmos in the car – the plasma TV and the liquor cabinet, the GPS and the personalized climate control. He did it with casual ease and a hint of irony as if to let me know that he didn't really believe that any of this was terribly important. Definitely not one of those boys with toys, I decided. He was evidently trying to distract me so that my mind wouldn't dwell too deeply or too long on the fact that I was now riding through the darkness with a man I barely knew and reduce myself to a nervous wreck. 

When we finished testing the stereo surround on the music system which looked like the instrument panel of a space shuttle, I felt the vehicle slow down and stop outside an upscale apartment building flush on the beach. Alex nodded to the footman who held the door open and then propelled me, a hand on my elbow, towards the bank of elevators at the far end of the lobby.

His apartment was the penthouse on the 45th floor of the building. It was enormous with more room than I could think of uses for. The hall opened into a huge balcony that ran along one entire side of the building and overlooked the ocean. The view was to die for. I stood on the balcony mesmerized by the vast expanse of water that stretched to the horizon and the white undulating line that formed and broke as the surf rolled in.

He joined me on the balcony with two glasses of wine. Our fingers touched briefly as I accepted mine. We stood side by side quietly as we sipped the wine and breathed in the faint hint of salt in the air. As I lifted my glass to my lips, his elbow jostled mine and I took a larger sip than I had planned. As my mouth filled with the rich fruity flavor and I struggled to swallow it without gagging, a ruby red drop of liquid spilled from the corner of my lips and began to roll down my chin. Before I could lift my hand to wipe it off, I felt his lips, feathery soft, on my skin. He gently captured the errant drop before his tongue followed its wet trail to delicately lick the corner of my mouth for any last trace of wine. My lips parted in a soft gasp and my body shuddered.

He pulled away abruptly as though nothing had happened and stood staring into the distance, his glass poised half way to his lips. After what seemed like an eternity, he raised the glass, swirled the liquid in a lazy circle and took a long meditative sip. He rested the glass carefully on the railing of the balcony and turned to me. He gazed into my eyes for a long moment as though looking for some sign that would allow him to proceed.

He seemed to find what he was looking for because he raised his hand to gently place it behind my neck. He drew my face firmly towards his and as our lips met and parted, I felt the wine he was holding in his mouth dribble into mine. I moaned into his mouth at the unbearable intimacy of that gesture. As our tongues thrashed in the soft cavern of my mouth, the wine pooled and eddied, its rich flavor exploding on my taste buds. After he sensed me surrender my mouth completely to him, he slowly tipped back my head forcing me to swallow the liquid. He encircled my neck with his fingers, his thumb rising and falling softly as the wine spilled down my throat. He drew my tongue into his mouth and then dragged his lips along its length as he released it, stripping my soft writhing flesh of every last drop of wine.

I was now drunk on the taste of him. As his lips withdrew, I felt an aching sense of loss and I reached for him blindly, trying to draw him back. His lips were so close to mine that I could feel his breath on my skin. He teased me with that proximity and then slid past my lips to softly nuzzle my ear. He drew my earlobe between his lips and sucked it wetly. As I moaned, he twirled his tongue playfully inside the pink shell of my ear.

"Wait here for me," he whispered as he gently prized the glass, which I was holding in a death grip, from my fingers and disappeared inside.

My knees had turned to jelly and I felt that at any moment, my body would collapse in a limpid pool and flow along the gleaming marble floor of the balcony. I gripped the railing so tightly that my knuckles showed white. The silk of my panties was clammy on my skin, soaked through with my juices, which had seeped along the inside of my thighs. I rubbed my wet thighs together in a futile effort to quiet the yearning in my pussy.

He had put on some soft music on his CD player and the quiet soothing strains of a piano drifted out into the balcony. I tried to focus on the music to calm my over wrought nerves, but it was as if every sensation – even those soft evocative notes – were pooling in the wet engorged tissues of my cunt and stoking its heat.

I felt his presence behind me before I heard his voice. He was tantalizingly close, barely inches away – so near and yet so far. As I leaned back towards him, aching for some contact, I felt his fingers grip my waist, holding me still, imprisoned against the cool metal of the railing. I sobbed with frustration.

"I want you naked in the moonlight," he whispered as he tugged loose the knot at the back of my neck. As the knot whispered apart, the silk slithered down my body and snagged in the railing against which I was pressed. He pulled me backwards, releasing my dress and allowing it to pool around my feet like black ink. The entire length of my body was finally pressed against his. I felt his hands slide softly along my ribs, barely brushing them, before enclosing my breasts in his palms. My nipples were already hard and puckered and I arched them forward into the warm tender cups of his hands. At the same time, my hips thrust back and I gasped as I felt his hardness nestle in the valley between my cheeks. His breath was suddenly hot in my ear.

"Are you wet?" he asked.

I moaned at the sudden intimacy of that question. If only he knew.

"If you don't tell me, I will have to find out," he said huskily.

I felt his right hand abandon my breast and travel downwards over the planes of my stomach, which was heaving with anticipation, and over my prominent mound to dip into the shadow between my thighs. I realized I was holding my breath only when his finger pressed into the wringing wet silk of my panties. I heard his breath quicken as his finger traced a slow line along my crotch.

"My God, you are soaked," he said, his soft sensuous voice a heady mix of lust and awe and plain wonder.

"I think we better take these off," he breathed.

I felt him kneel behind me. His fingers eased into the waistband of my panties and peeled them off my legs. I was finally naked, except for my heels. A light ocean breeze washed over my body, cooling my breasts, my trembling limbs and the wet exposed flesh of my cunt. I felt his breath drift over the cheeks of my ass and the dark shadowy cleft between. My legs parted of their own accord, freely offering him the treasure between my thighs.

"You are beautiful," I heard him whisper, his lips so close they were tickling the dew flecked petals of my cunt. 

Then take me, my mind was screaming, taste me, eat me. I waited, in an agony of anticipation, for his tongue to wash over the inflamed tissues of my pussy, to scoop up the nectar gathering between the lips, to tip me over into savage, mindless pleasure. When his breath receded and he got up, I groaned as if I was in pain. He encircled my body in his arms, tenderly.

"What's the matter, baby?" he asked, his voice soft and wheedling, "Did you want me to make you cum? Did you want me to split your pussy open with my tongue and eat you out? Is that what you wanted, sweetheart? Or did you want me to tongue fuck your hole until you came all over my face?"

I groaned helplessly, each of his words a knife of desire twisting in my guts. He turned me around in the circle of his arms so that my head rested on his shoulder. His hand gently stroked my hair.

"Patience, my pet," he cooed, "We have all night. Before the night is over, I am going to make you beg for it. ... You will beg, won't you?"

My body was now racked with tiny tremors and I was jerking and twitching in his arms.

"Yes!" I sighed softly.

"Good. If you beg long enough and hard enough, maybe I will let you cum tonight."

I felt a wave of panic wash over me. Maybe? He said "Maybe"! My mind could not even bear to ponder the possibility that at the end of the night, he would leave me yearning. Surely, if he did that, my body would explode into a million pieces and pepper the night sky with star dust.

"Lets go inside," he said, scooping me up in his arms. As he held me, his eyes lingered on the puffy lips of my sex and the milky white expanse of my thighs. They were wet and glistening in the moonlight with the juices of my arousal. The salty air had grown heavier with the scent of my inflamed cunt and his nostrils dilated as he breathed in the heady mix. I blushed at the undeniable evidence of my need. I wrapped my arms around his neck and nuzzled his throat. Look what you have done to me, I wanted to tell him, Please don't make me wait. ... Take me in and take me out.

His bedroom was huge and the equally enormous bed was the centerpiece. He gently lowered me onto the sheets and I lay there, my arms by my sides, my legs parted, waiting impatiently for what was to come. His eyes were fixed on my body as he undressed, his white silk shirt joined quickly on the floor by his trousers and his briefs. My eyes were riveted to his hips and his hard throbbing flesh, which was already erect and quivering. At the sight of that perfect flesh, my cunt suddenly felt achingly unbearably empty. My hot yearning hole needed filling and quickly. As he walked towards me, his cock twitched as if in anticipation of the feast that was to come. I could hardly wait. I flattened my parted thighs on the sheets, open, welcoming.

He ignored my yawning pussy and knelt beside me. He cupped my face tenderly in his palms and trapped my lips in a kiss so soft that it felt like I was drowning in honey. He released my lips and slowly ran the tip of his tongue along their quivering length, tasting the corners. As my lips parted in a soft sigh, his tongue wandered into the breach, flicking at their tender insides before gently sucking on the swollen flesh. He let me feel his teeth, tugging on the flesh of my lower lip before allowing it to snap back. My pussy was gushing and my legs were opening and closing, my body now restless and needy.

He looked down into my eyes, his head supported by an elbow as his free hand began to slowly travel over my body, learning the slope of my rib cage, the curves of my hips, the soft tender flesh of my thighs. He watched my eyes cloud with desire as my body molded itself to his inquisitive hand, wanting more, needing more. His fingers circled my knee and retraced their path, now dancing lightly over the velvety skin of my breasts. His touch was teasing, like a breath of air, as his fingers circled relentlessly drifting closer and closer to the quivering arrows of my nipples and the soft pink moons around them. I was breathing in short shallow gasps waiting for the relief of his fingers on my hard swollen nubs.

He delicately traced a slow tight circle around the outline of my areola before drifting away towards my other breast to resume his relentless, torturous circling. He watched me almost curiously as my eyes widened with surprise and my body jerked at being so cruelly teased. He gently stroked my hair as though consoling me as the fingers of his other hand continued to roam with infuriating lightness over my over heated skin. His eyes were locked on mine and I was pleading with him, pleading for more. Soft gurgling noises leaked from my lips as though my voice was trapped in my throat.

Just when I was sure that I couldn't bear another second of that exquisitely fleeting touch, his thumb and forefinger closed around my left nipple and squeezed gently. I could feel an answering throb like the pulse of a heartbeat in my clit.

He rolled one nipple between his fingers and then the other, savoring their texture, their pebbly hardness. I moaned with relief as he gently manipulated my nipples. They were so sensitive that his touch was almost more than I could bear, just this side of pain to be mind-numbing pleasure. By the time his fingers abandoned them to drift lower down my body, my nipples were so engorged that I thought they would split open like overripe fruit.

His forefinger traced a path down my stomach dipping playfully into my navel before teasing the golden curls of my pubes. It drifted lightly over the hood of my clit before sinking into the swamp of my wet steaming cunt. He increased the pressure then, splitting open the slick inner folds of my pussy as he drifted lower ... lower until the tip of his finger was poised over the mouth of my dripping hole. He thrust into my hot yearning flesh, sinking in slowly until he could sink no further, impaling me on the spear of his finger. 

He surged in and out almost experimentally, savoring the sensation of my pussy pulsing around his invading digit. He withdrew his finger, slick and glistening in the soft light and without taking his eyes from mine, slid his lips over its wet length. I groaned, unbearably aroused by the sight of his lips stripping my nectar off his flesh.

"Would you like a taste?" he asked me teasingly as his finger dipped again into the wet grotto of my cunt. I nodded dumbly, not trusting myself to speak. I closed my eyes as I drew his finger, drenched with my juices, into my mouth. I lay his finger on the soft pillow of my tongue as I sucked softly, tasting the rich heavy flavor of my need.

"You look so beautiful," he whispered, "I can't wait to have you wrap those lips around my cock."

I groaned, greedy now for the feel of his throbbing flesh on my tongue, between my lips, against the soft walls of my throat.

"Please ..." I begged, "Give it to me."

He chuckled as I reached blindly for his swollen flesh, wanting to heft his sweet weight in my palm and to feel his soft velvety skin. He yielded to my eagerness and let my fingers wrap around his girth. He smiled at my hunger, at the frantic desire in my eyes.

"Take it, baby," he cooed, as he gently lifted my head and slid his hot pulsing flesh between my lips. I lifted my hands to cup the cheeks of his bottom, reveling in their tightness. I moaned with relief as I finally claimed his throbbing flesh. For a long moment, I merely held it on the flat of my tongue, tasting his heartbeat, then swirled my tongue around his girth. I sucked softly on the bulbous head, almost drawing it out before plunging it back into the wet cave of my mouth. I gagged briefly as the tip of his cock nudged my tonsils before it parted the soft tissues of my throat and slid downward.

He groaned at the new sensation as the muscles of my throat gripped his cock, milking it. I soon found a rhythm, sliding his flesh, wet and glistening, out of my mouth before swallowing it back in. My right hand drifted from the cheeks of his deliciously tight bottom to gently grip his balls. I loved the feel of them, their soft velvety texture. But above all, I relished his vulnerability as I softly cupped his fragile flesh. As I increased the tempo and my mouth slid more quickly over his slick flesh, he reached downwards and took my face between his hands to stop me.

"Not yet, Sugar lips," he whispered as he withdrew his straining length out of my mouth like a sword from flesh that it had fatally wounded.

"You are beautiful," he whispered, "I can't decide which of your holes I want to take tonight... this...?" ... as he ran his fingertip slowly over my swollen lips ... "Or this...?" ... his finger slid through the slick folds of my cunt ... "Or this...? ... his finger drifted lower to probe the pink puckered hole of my anus.

I had been moaning as he explored my orifices, but my eyes snapped open and I gasped as he teased the forbidden flower that nestled between my cheeks. My reaction was not lost on him. His finger kept circling there, gently, until my lips parted in a soft moan.

"Oh, sweetheart ... You have never been fucked in the ass, have you?" he whispered hotly in my ear, "Have you been saving your tight little hole just for me?"

"My God ..." I groaned, trying to twist away from that gently insinuating voice that had now seeped into every pore of my being.

"You do want me to take it, don't you? ... Tell me ... Tell me you want me to take it," he said, his voice now urgent ... insistent.

"Oh, God ... Yes," I gasped, surrendering to his importuning, "Take me ... Take my ass ... Fuck me there."

I no longer knew what I was saying. I had always resisted any attempts at anal sex by my former lovers. But this was different. I knew I couldn't deny this man anything.... I didn't want to deny him anything. I wanted to offer him my tight pink hole to ravage. I wanted to give him something of myself that no man had ever had. I felt no doubt, no shame. My body shuddered deliciously at the thought of his cock stretching open my sphincter as it surged forward into my bowels. He seemed pleased by my compliance, my eagerness to please and my desperate need to be pleased.

He removed his finger from my ass and then thrust it, in one hard smooth plunge, into my cunt. I almost doubled over and gasped as his finger buried itself in my tissues.

"I want it wet," he explained as he began wiggling his finger in my cunt.

He was more than just getting it wet. He was churning my cunt, learning every curve and every hump as his finger explored my slick walls. When he finally withdrew his finger, thick droplets of pussy juice were dripping from its tip. His wet finger returned to the hot throbbing hole of my anus and began a slow patient exploration of the fleshy folds that radiated from it. I had never realized that my tight little butt hole could be such a source of pleasure and my lust inflamed mind reveled in the discovery as he teased my flesh mercilessly.

He must have realized that I was too far gone to even think of stopping him when he slowly pushed his fingertip into the tight ring of my ass until it was buried upto the first knuckle. I moaned at the unfamiliar intrusion. He paused, to allow the spasming muscles of my ass to adjust to their violation, before thrusting all the way in. It was like nothing that I had every known. My ass was impossibly tight and I could feel each ridge ... each knuckle ... each vein in his finger as it thrust in and out of my flesh. The muscles of my ass were clutching his finger as if terrified that it would escape, leaving an aching void that would need to be filled again.




Sweet Submission Ch. 01



My pussy was leaking as he reamed me, the slick engorged flesh flowering open before his gaze. I had never believed it possible before that moment that I could come without my clit being stimulated. But that was beginning to seem very likely as my mind wallowed in the unbearably erotic sensation of having my ass owned ... claimed ...reamed.

As he felt my body stiffen in its climb towards orgasm, he withdrew his finger abruptly. I could feel the muscles of my ass contract, trying desperately to grip his receding flesh. I moaned as my tight little hole pulsed with need, opening and closing hungrily against the tip of his finger which was still rubbing me ... teasing me. My eyes closed and my head fell back as my body crumbled under that fleeting touch. I shivered as he licked a long wet trail up my throat before nibbling on my lips.

"I just realized I haven't had dinner," he said nonchalantly, "I think I will get myself a bite."

What ...?! My eyes snapped open in panic, my fingers scrabbling uselessly on his biceps as I tried in vain to stop him. On his way to the door, he paused and turned around.

"I am going to be back in a minute. Meanwhile, I want you to keep your hands by your sides. If you so much as touch yourself while I am away, this game is over."

"You wouldn't want that, would you?" he added softly.

I wished he hadn't said that. Suddenly all that I could think of was touching myself, spreading open the petals of my cunt and churning my wet folds into a mush. My clit was throbbing with anticipation and hope, desperate for a tongue, a finger, the flat of my palm. I lay there trembling, my arms by my sides clutching the sheets convulsively, my resolve weakening with every passing second. Sweat prickled my brow and one tiny bead of perspiration rolled down from my temple to drip into the shell of my ear.

It must have been only a few minutes, but it felt like forever ... not the forever after of fairy tales where time flashes by in a pleasant daze, but the interminable forever between the drop of a guillotine and a severed head. He reappeared by my side with a tray that held a curious mélange. There was what looked like a can of whipped cream, a jar of honey, a bowl of golden grapes and ... two pitted cherries. I looked at him, bewildered.

"My very own special diet," he said, his face struggling to suppress the smile that was dancing at the corners of his lips.

He picked up the can of whipped cream and sprayed a frothy mound on my left nipple. I jerked as the chilled cream trapped my flesh in its soft icy grip. He sprayed my other quivering nub, inclining his head to check the symmetry, adding a touch here ... a speck there. Then he carefully placed the two cherries on the crest of each white hillock and leaned back to examine his handiwork with evident pride. I now knew my fate and I was aroused, unbearably so, at the thought being eaten ... literally.

He regarded my trembling body for a long moment before he dipped his head to capture one tiny red sphere in his mouth. He picked it up between his teeth and crushed it as I watched, mesmerized. His tongue snaked out of his mouth and began to trail through the cream drawing tiny patterns on the stiffened cone of my nipple. By the time he captured the hard nub in his mouth and sucked it clean of the wet mess that he had made, I was beside myself with longing.

He was less gentle with my other nipple. No trailing his tongue in lazy circles. He swallowed the tip – cherry, cream and all – and sucked it into the tight suffocating oval of his lips with savage force. I groaned and arched upwards offering his mouth the homage of my flesh. He released my nipple, letting it snap back before laving it softly with his tongue, soothing it – a velvet apology for the firm handling.

"Roll over," he commanded.

As I did, he slid a pillow under my hips, raising my bottom. He disappeared behind me to kneel between my parted knees. I felt his fingers peel open my ass cheeks and a rush of cold air caress my puckered hole, which drew in reflexively. He ran one fingertip down my crease, pausing at my butt hole waiting for it to flower open before resuming his journey downwards. I felt a thick wet trickle at the top of my crack, which flowed downwards slowly, dragged by gravity. Oh, my God ... the honey, I thought.

As the viscous liquid drifted downwards like a slow moving glacier, he used his thumbs to spread open the cheeks of my ass. The honey reached the rim of my hole and then tipped over pooling in the tiny crater, filling it to the brim and them spilling over again. I groaned. Surely, he wasn't going to do what I thought he was going to do. Oh, God ... he was.

The rivulet of honey hit the soft wet dam of his tongue, which flicked it back upwards along its course. When he reached my hot aching little hole, his tongue swirled in the golden pool that had gathered there, teasing and tickling my puckered flesh. I groaned from so deep within me that the sound must surely have come from the pit of my weeping cunt. He abandoned my bottom and slid up my body, his breath hot in my ear.

"You taste so good," he whispered, "There is still some honey left inside your hot little hole. I want that too. Are you going to let me have it, baby? Are you going to let me slide my hot tongue into your sweet tight ass?"

This man is trying to give me a heart attack, I thought, ... or croon me to orgasm. At that moment, I believed ... no, I knew ... that without using his fingers, his tongue or that delicious cock ... he could whisper my cunt into a helpless, spasming froth. I also knew the answer to his question.

"Yes," I sighed.

"Yes, what? ... I want to hear you say it."

"Oh, Alex ... scoop that honey out of my ass with your tongue."

"You mean you want me to tongue fuck you?"

"Yes ... Oh God, yes," I groaned.

"Tongue fuck you where, baby? ...just to be sure," he teased.

"My God ... tongue fuck my asshole, Alex ... please," I pleaded finally, my body twitching and jerking in anticipation of the impending violation of my most intimate flesh. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was peeling away every last layer of my shame. Saying those unbearably intimate words aloud was multiplying my hunger a hundredfold.

I felt him gently part my globes, felt the tip of his tongue probe softly, delicately at the entrance to my hole. As it pulsed open, his tongue slid in, his wet throbbing flesh teasing my walls apart. If I had died at that moment, I would have gone to heaven with a smile on my face. The sensation was like nothing I had ever known – that soft, velvety wet muscle flicking, twisting, slithering inside my tight fleshy glove; teasing into scintillating life every nerve ending in the rim of my anus. My bottom surged back of its own accord, fucking my hot puckered hole on that heavenly tongue.

He kissed me after that, letting me taste on his tongue the golden richness of the honey and a muskier flavor – the most intimate part of me. I sucked his tongue feverishly, almost as if possessed, desperate now to somehow quench the raging fire in my pussy. He gently pulled away from my greedy lips and sat back. He parted my thighs, flattening my knees softly on the sheets. A tiny little shudder ran through his body as he gazed down at my open yearning sex.

"You are so beautiful," he said in a throaty whisper, turning towards my face, "Your hot little hole is pulsing, baby ... opening and closing like a hungry little mouth."

"I think it wants to be fed," he teased.

He picked up one perfect golden sphere from the bowl of grapes on the tray and softly swiped it through the wet marsh of my cunt. He lifted it away, wet and glistening with my juices, gleaming softly in the light. His tongue emerged to lick the wetness from the surface of the grape before sliding it between his lips. I had been watching him so intently that even the soft pop as he crushed the grape against the roof of his mouth sounded to my overwrought senses like a gunshot and I started.

His fingers were already holding a second grape. He dipped it into my hot yearning hole and gently thrust it in and out. The sheer decadence of it all was overpowering my mind and turning my senses into mush. This is not how I had thought my evening would turn out, being fucked slowly, sensuously, oh so deliberately with a shiny golden grape!

He let me taste it. I eagerly ran my tongue over the slick taut surface before biting into it, letting the juice run down my chin. I was trembling, my aching limbs no longer under my sway. He gently smoothed my hair back from my forehead.

"Would you like to cum?" he asked softly, so much kindness in his voice that it made my pussy pulse.

"Oh, God ... Yes ...please," I gasped, my voice reedy with desire, "I have been waiting for so long."

He drew back.

"Are you complaining?" he asked, now a hint of steel in his voice, "You know, you are much too impetuous for a girl who came to the Blindfold looking for a Master. I think you need to be taught a lesson."

"What ... lesson?" I asked in confusion.

"But you asked me ... if I wanted to cum," I sobbed.

"I don't always mean what I say."

My mind, clouded with lust and a desperate unbearable longing for this man, was whirling. What was he going to do? What did he mean ... teach me a lesson? Was he going to leave me like this? Surely he wouldn't leave me like this.

He was picking calmly through the grapes in the bowl, choosing one, discarding another. He finally seemed satisfied with the three that he was now rolling in his palm. He carefully dropped one grape into the hollow of my fluttering throat and another into the deep sauceboat of my navel. The third he placed delicately in my cleavage, in that soft crease where my sternum melts into my solar plexus. I was speechless with incomprehension.

"This is what we are going to do," he said, a playful gleam in his eyes, "I am going to finish my dinner and you are going to stay really still. If you move and one of those grapes roll off, you are not cumming tonight."

With that, his fingers dipped again into the wet groove of my cunt and soaked another fruity globe in my juices. I whimpered, my mind paralyzed by the threat of my body being denied release and struggled to still my trembling frame. It was only then that I realized how diabolical his little game was. Deprived of movement, there was no way that my body could ease the erotic tension building in my limbs and pooling between my thighs. My need kept spiraling upwards until I thought every cell in my body would explode, leaving a faint smell of cordite and a trace of ash. 

He watched me struggle desperately to quiet myself as his fingers swept again and again through my slick folds. And then he did something which completely undid me. Without warning, he thrust two fingers deep into my aching cunt. It tore a strangled cry from my lips and my body arched upwards. I watched helplessly as the grape poised between my heaving breasts trembled for a frozen moment and then toppled, gathering speed as it rolled over my sweat-slick skin to land on the sheet.

"No...oooo!" I screamed, sobbing, utterly distraught, terrified at the prospect of an endless night without respite from the hunger that was consuming my body.

He withdrew his fingers from my weeping cunt and wrapped his arms gently around my heaving body. He made soothing noises in the back of his throat, calming me, as he kissed my tears away. He finally planted a soft kiss on each of my trembling eyelids. The exquisite gentleness of that gesture took my breath away. Surely, this man would be incapable of such cruelty.

"Will you let me cum?" I sniffled.

"Yes," he whispered.

"But you said ..."

"Never mind what I said. I told you I don't mean everything I say."

"Thank you," I said, a wave of relief threatening to wash over me and make me weep again.

He laughed at my expression of gratitude.

"That may be a little premature. You haven't cum yet."

What did he mean? Oh, God ... maybe he's just teasing me, I thought, maybe he really is going to leave me like this - wet, open and wanting. My body started to quiver uncontrollably and my mind began to finally disintegrate.

"The question is - are you ready yet?" he asked softly, trailing a finger thoughtfully through the wet, slimy flesh of my cunt.

"I am ready ... I am ready," I gasped frantically, my hand reaching between my thighs to cover his.

He chuckled softly at my eagerness.

"Yes, maybe you are," he whispered.

He bent over until his face was only inches from mine and gazed into my eyes. I saw an unspoken tenderness in those eyes and a longing that I would not have guessed.

"Oh, Abby ... how could you doubt? I couldn't bear not making you cum."

As his lips softly claimed mine, I felt my will dissolve. At that moment, I knew that what he did, he did for me; what he would do, he would do for me. I gave my body into his keeping, to do what he wished with it. I knew that he would never hurt me; that he would only bring me unspeakable pleasure, pleasure so intense that it would melt my mind and scorch my soul.

He knelt between my parted thighs and pushed them even wider apart, opening me up completely. As his head dipped and I waited eagerly for his lips to claim me at last, I felt his soft breath on the heated tissues of my cunt. He was blowing on me gently – along the puffy outer lips, on the slick inner folds, along the rim and into my hot eager hole and on the hard exposed pearl of my clit. I groaned, completely undone by that delicate breath, so savage in that it was so fleeting.

He gently sucked one engorged outer lip into the wet cavern of his mouth, babying it, softly chewing it and then drawing it out between his teeth before releasing it. By the time he repeated it with the other fleshy lip, my hips were trembling with a need that was greater than any I had ever known. Then he began to lick – slowly, methodically, up and down my slit, never lingering long in the same spot.

When his tongue had tasted every tiny fold and crevice of my sopping cunt, he began to suck the flesh softly into his mouth, mixing my juices with his spit before releasing each mouthful. He knew my hole was aching for attention. The tip of his tongue teased the rim, circling delicately, until my hips were arching upwards trying to impale myself on his soft teasing flesh. He flattened my hips on the sheet and then with excruciating slowness inserted his tongue into my hole, drawing a long strangled moan from my lips which lasted the length of that sweet descent into my depths. 

Then he began to fuck in and out, smoothly, relentlessly. My body was thrashing about, trying to break free of the confines of his strong hands, which held my hips pinned to the sheet. The pleasure had blotted my mind out, but he knew that this slow teasing tongue fuck, while it was driving me crazy, would not let me cum. I knew that too. It made me more frantic.

Finally, he withdrew his tongue from my aching hole and shifted upwards. He scooped up the last remaining grape from the bowl and held it poised above my clit. His fingers squeezed the fruit, splitting the skin and dripping its juice onto my exposed clit. The sensation was incredible as my sensitive little nub was washed in the thick liquid. And then, the pulp of the crushed grape landed on my clit, quickly followed by his lips.

In the next couple of minutes, my mind was so flooded with sensation that it lost all mooring to reality. My clit was swirling in a pool of stimuli that were completely unlike each other except for the pleasure that they could bring - the cold flesh of the grape a sweet counterpoint to the hot flesh of his tongue. I could feel the pulp melt and dissolve ... or was it my flesh finally melting in the furnace like heat of his mouth?

He thrust two fingers into my hole and gently massaged that tight knot of nerves in my pussy wall that never failed to drive me insane. His other hand reached upwards and I felt his thumb and forefinger grip my nipple and twist. And then ... he sucked my clit into his mouth and ... hummed. That did it. My body went rigid, my limbs stretching until I thought they would snap like twigs and I arched off the bed, only my shoulders and my heels on the sheet, as I exploded.

While my body was still jerking in the throes of my orgasm, I dimly felt his hands on my thighs, pushing them back, opening me up. My eyes snapped open to see him gazing down on me, his eyes full of tenderness and wonder. I knew what was going to happen next. I had never cum while being fucked. I had never been fucked while I was cumming. That was about to change.

I felt the tip of his cock kiss the opening of my hole before he surged forward, the thick fleshy head spreading open the tissues of my cunt. He paused, letting me savor the feel of him as the muscles of my pussy fluttered helplessly around his firm, yet yielding flesh. And then, his eyes still locked on mine, he buried his cock to the hilt in my spasming depths with one long unending thrust.

I screamed.





Sweet Submission Ch. 02



My legs crossed, my shoulders hunched and took on a defensive pose as he proceeded toward me. 

“My pet, you need not worry, I will not hurt you and you surely know that.” My posture relaxed minimally as I recognized the truth in his words, but my body still betraying the uneasiness I still felt. 

“How about,” his voice making me jump, fraying my already anxious nerves 

“I blindfold you, would that make you relax?” he asked, walking away from me. In the midst of shaking my head, I could not see he had turned away and was about to turn the light switch off. 

My body reacted like a bucket of ice water had been thrown over me to the darkness that had consumed the room, I started, my eyes peering around, trying to adjust to the lack of light. 

“Ian, what are you doing?” my edginess showing in my voice.

I jumped as I felt Ian’s hands touch my face from behind me. Still sitting on the couch, I tried to soothe my anxiety. He was pulling my stray hair away from my face, I was relaxing. But immediately stiffened at the touch of the soft cloth against my face. 

“Sssshhhhh….. My pet, do not fear while you are in my arms, I shan’t tell you again”. The cloth wound itself around my eyes, blocking out the fuzzy shapes that I could make out as my eyes adjusted to the dimness.

Walking around the chair, Ian reached for my hand, soft skin against my hand making me intake my breath at the unexpected touch. Soft as velvet, caressing my own clammy and trembling hand. A gentle tug told me to rise from the couch. Feeling unsteady and unsure, I balked. A bit more of a forceful tug made me rise from my chair. The air in the room suddenly feeling cold, I shivered in anticipation. 

His hand moved away from mine, and my hand instinctively went out to reach for the comforting touch. Both hands spread before me, blindly seeking his reassurance, his warm hand. Both of my hands were ensnared by his, my heart giving an excited little gallop as the cold bracelet of handcuffs encircled my wrists, binding my hands, rendering them useless. 

He let go of my hands and circled me, his breathe hot on my shivering body. His warm hands touched both of my shoulders, running them lightly up and down my arm. 

The goose bumps rising even more. My thoughts were running fast, being blindfolded, the sense of touch was heightened and was heady and erotic. Ian walked around the front of me, his hands trailing around my body, letting me know that my body is now his body. My pleasure is his pleasure, should he choose to give it. My pain is the pain he will inflict on me.

Little words were said, the gestures speaking for themselves. My tongue licked my lips in anticipation. Another tug and I was led from the room. 

“Step up, my pet”, he quietly commanded, his voice breaking the stillness of the room, like throwing a rock, breaking the surface of a still lake. Senses reeling, I hesitantly lifted my foot, the thud of foot hitting wood rose to my ears. 

Reaching the top of the landing I was led forward through a door. I was pushed gently into the room, stumbling a little as both hands were tied, so would not aid me if I fell.

Pulling me up to the coldness of the wall, my skin hot to the touch, yet I felt cold. Ian was pulling my chained hands above my head, hooking them on a hat hook it felt like, bringing me up just enough to have to be on slight tip toe. Shivering eagerly, anticipating the next move.

I felt Ian’s soft hands pull my pants down, the air caressing my freshly bared skin. A low moan of approval met my ears as I guessed that Ian had spied my freshly shaven pussy. Shaking even more now, as my private parts were revealed to a stranger, making me feel very turned on and very dirty. 

My legs were spread comfortably and then tied with a spreader bar, so that I could not squeeze my thighs together, the thought of being tied like this, with no route of escape, no escape from an onslaught, no fleeing from the much pain, made my legs turn to liquid and my pussy juices began lubricating my already well lubricated cunt.

A naughty chuckle met my ears, my face turning red as I guessed that he had looked at my pussy, the evidence too hard to hide. His hands reached to my blouse, undoing the buttons one by one, savouring the centimetres of flesh that met his eyes, until all buttons were undone and revealed my full round breasts, my erect nipples, flat expanse of soft belly. A low growl uttered from the deep of his gut had my eyes widening under the blindfold at the sound.

Two fingers tweaked playfully at my nipples, causing me to draw a sharp breath to hide the excited moan that was threatening to escape my lips. A hot mouth replacing those two fingers, my back arching slightly and my voice crying out, betraying my silence. His mouth was gently sucking, gently nibbling, pussy juices running down my legs.

His mouth vanished and cold air replaced it, my moans were echoing around me, swallowing me within the darkness that I was trapped in. A sharp tweak at my nipple replaced the pleasure with pain as I struggled not to let loose the trapped noises that my body wanted to elicit. 

His kisses were then transferred to my other nipple, my body struggling against the gentle touch. His kisses burned a path down my body, my mind on fire. When his mouth had touched my pussy for the first time, I could not contain the moans, nor quell the fighting urge to want to make hot passionate sex right there on the floor.

“Fuck me, please, fuck me” I moaned, wanting release right now. Ian chuckled at my predicament. 

“Not yet my pet, we have many hours ahead, and no one to hear you scream”. 

“But…. But…. I need to, I need to be fucked. I promise I’ll be good.” I tried to strike a bargain. 

“ No my dear, now, no more noise from you, otherwise I will have to punish you” he warned, his voice like dark chocolate, the desire from his voice creating a purr within the room.

I felt a pressure at my lips and my mouth immediately opened, my body giving a jerk when it realised that it shouldn’t, as the intruder, a sturdy rubber ball gag, was inserted through the parting of my soft lips. His chuckles resounding through the room and I wanted to hit him, he was so arrogant. I tried to swear at him, but through the ball gag, all you could hear was muffled words. 

“My wench, I said to you, that if you spoke again, I would have to punish you. I put the ball gag in to assist you, but I see that you are intent on being punished today. So, I will punish you as you have forced me to do.” 



Sweet Submission Ch. 02



Author's Note: This is the second and concluding part of a series on light domination. It features bondage, control and lesbian d/s, but no pain or humiliation. If the themes featured in this story don't offend you, read on and enjoy.

It would be nice if you read the first part for context, but in case you are in a hurry and are champing at the bit, here is an executive summary of the action so far:

Abigail is haunted by erotic dreams of submission and bondage. She follows her destiny to the Blindfold, an establishment that caters to more extreme sexual tastes. There she meets the owner, Alex, and ends the night in his arms. That night, she begins to learn her true sexual self, a self that she had suspected but never truly understood. In this part, her journey of sensual discovery continues.





Sweet Submission Ch. 02



"She's beautiful."

I realized now what the metallic sound was – the click of high heels on the polished floor. The "friend" was a woman. I should have known. The last weekend, as he toyed with my body, two fingers working in my gushing pussy, he had amused himself by wrenching my deepest, my most secret fantasies from my soul. As those magical fingers pushed my buttons, I had confessed to my lesbian fantasies, to wondering how a woman's body would feel against mine. 

Alex was going to let me find out. He had obviously decided that it was not enough for him to be a dream come true for me. He had decided that he had to make my other dreams come true as well. I have to be careful what I say to this man, I thought. But a part of me also knew with a sudden stab of shame that I wanted this. My cunt was already flowering open at the thought of what this night would bring, of what this stranger would do to my hapless body.

"Oh, Alex," I sighed, marveling at his magnanimity and his madness. He silenced me with a gentle finger on my lips.

"Promise me you won't hurt my baby," I heard him say to the woman next to him.

"You know I won't, Alex," she replied softly. There was a note of melting tenderness in her voice. For me or ... for him? I suddenly felt a brief stab of jealousy as I wondered what they shared. I knew that I was being unfair, but he had taken so complete a possession of my soul that I found myself resenting anything in his past that I was not part of.

Fortunately, I didn't have long to reflect on their relationship or whip myself into a frenzy at the thought of what unspeakably delicious things they had done to each other ... or still did. My world exploded as my lips were gathered into a kiss so unbearably gentle that I thought surely my soul would now flee my flesh. Her lips lingered on mine ... tasting, teasing, suckling as I moaned shamelessly. 

I marveled that that was all it took. One kiss and I was already a whimpering mass of flesh in her arms. Well, not quite in her arms, at least not yet. She still hadn't touched me anywhere though it was not for want of my trying. My body was thrashing in its bonds, eager for some contact with this stranger who was drinking from my lips.

She broke our kiss, ignoring my feeble protests and covered my open palms with her own, flattening them into the sheets. Her touch was gentle and yet firm, leaving no doubt as to who was in charge. Their soft, unyielding pressure told me everything that I needed to know – that my body wasn't mine tonight, that I was only a slave for her pleasure, that she was going to fuck me any way that she saw fit and that I was going to moan and beg like a two bit whore while she did it. My pussy spasmed in anticipation of what the night would bring. It was pulsing, ready to be ravished.

"So hungry already," she whispered, a tone resembling wonder in her voice, "Before I am done, you are going to want to break these bonds."

I shivered at the promise in that deep, yet completely feminine voice. My mind was already in overdrive, flooded with images of what I imagined she would do to me – images full of eager fingers and questing tongues, soft lips and hot yearning cunts. The images gathered and broke like a kaleidoscope and then gathered again into increasingly salacious visions of her claiming my flesh in ways that made me pant with desire. Meanwhile, she was fingering the fur lined cuffs that held me prisoner. 

"Looks like Alex did a good job," she said thoughtfully, "these are not breaking tonight. ... Well, then I suppose your body will."

When she heard me gasp, she leaned down to whisper in my ear in a voice that was beguilingly sweet, "Oh, you will break, baby, but in the nicest possible way."

Her words flung my body into another paroxysm of thrashing. It brought me no closer to relief. She lifted my hips and slid a pillow underneath, eliminating the little give in the ropes, stretching my body taut.

"You better save your energy, sugar tits. You have a long night ahead of you."

I quieted down then, only an occasional tremor surging through my limbs as I waited for my body to meet its fate. She placed a fingertip on my temple, ran it slowly down my cheek and then traced the outline of my lips with it.

"You have such lovely lips," she whispered, "Made for sucking. I can imagine them wrapped around Alex's cock, stained with his cum. I am going to drench your lips in my juices tonight, baby. Would you like that? Do you like the way a woman tastes?"

I blushed hotly.

"I don't know," I stammered, my voice almost inaudible.

The finger stopped, mid-circle.

"My God!" she whispered, the sudden realization dawning on her, "You have never been with a woman before."

Her voice was huskier now and she was struggling to contain her mounting excitement.

"When were you planning to tell me, Alex?" she asked, her voice almost hoarse.

"I thought I would let you find out by and by."

There was a hint of amusement in his voice and I could imagine him sprawled comfortably on the divan in his white silk shirt and his trousers with perfect knife creases drinking in languidly the vision of his girlfriend's body being slowly teased to desperate distraction. The idea aroused me – the idea of being on display for him as she ravaged my helpless body. I found myself hoping that he would enjoy the show. I had a feeling he would.

She gripped my face between her fingers and whispered hotly in my ear in a voice that she could barely control, that seemed on the verge of shattering into a million pieces.

"I love to fuck straight girls. I love it when they moan like little whores and beg me to take their sweet tight cunts. I love the way their bodies thrash when I taste them and the way their eyes darken with the realization that they want to taste me and that the world is never going to be the same again. I'm going to fuck you senseless, my little fluff. I'm going to fuck you so hard that you are never going to forget tonight. When I'm done with you, you will pant like a bitch in heat for a woman's touch ... for her scent and for her taste."

I was sobbing as each word pooled in my cunt, making it leak like a broken faucet. I was now frantic with need, frantic for a finger or a tongue or those impossibly soft lips to cool the heat in my loins.

"Please ...," I begged, "Please."

"Please, what, sweetheart?" she rasped, "Please tease me until I'm so desperate that I will sell my soul for release? Is that what you want, baby? I guess it has to be because it is too early for you to cum."

I groaned like a wounded animal. I realized with a start how confident I was of Alex's mercy. I knew even when he was teasing me cruelly that he would take me to the edge of insanity and then, before I tumbled over into madness, fold me into the warm loving circle of his arms and finish me. But I wasn't so sure of this stranger who held me in her thrall. She seemed harder, more brittle and infinitely less merciful. And I was hers to use tonight.

I sensed her struggle to regain control of herself; heard her breath quieten in her chest. Her fingers reached out to stroke my hair gently and she once again drew my lips into the wet cavern of her mouth.

"So soft," she whispered as she released my lips slowly, drawing them out between her teeth.

"Has he ever come in your mouth?"

"Yes," I groaned.

Her voice persisted, unrelenting.

"Did you swallow all of him? ... No, sweetheart? ... Your mouth filled too quickly, didn't it? ... Did his cum spurt from the corners of your lips, baby? ... Did it dribble onto your swollen nipples? ... I would have loved to see that ... your bruised, bee-stung lips being ravaged by his cock and his cum trickling onto your soft, heaving breasts."

"Oh, God!" I moaned – moaned because I wanted to clap my hands over my ears to shut out that insidious voice and they only convulsed helplessly in their unyielding bonds.

How did she know? Had she been watching as he took my body? How was it possible? My mind was whirling in confusion and my ears were burning from the words dripping like molten wax into my ears. I wondered if he was near enough to catch those wanton whispers. Couldn't he see what she was doing to me? Couldn't he see that she was peeling away every layer of my soul, leaving me completely naked, dissolving my body into liquid lust?

I wanted desperately to see my tormentor, the owner of that voice – so ripe, so full of promise as to be almost hypnotic. But that desire broke against the implacable wall of silk that hugged my eyes like a lover. It reminded me of the enormity of my helplessness and the utter inevitability of that anonymous fuck where I was the feast and she was the guest. My hunger multiplied a hundredfold.

She ran a fingertip along my fluttering throat, over the soft angles of my collarbone and into the valley of my cleavage. My breasts were quivering like jelly, burning for her touch.

"Please hold them ..." I begged, "Squeeze them."

"I wouldn't dream of being so rough with you," she said, her voice dripping with mock concern.

He fingertip began to scale one quivering globe until it was poised over its puckered nub. She caressed my nipple with a touch so exquisitely light that it could have passed for a mild summer breeze. When her finger drifted away to my other mound, I groaned. Was there going to be no respite?

She playfully trailed her fingers over my heaving stomach and twirled a fingertip lazily in my navel.

"Nice and deep," she murmured, "but I need to go some place even deeper."

My body twitched at the promise that her words seemed to carry. I was arching my hips upwards as far as my bonds would allow as her finger feathered my mound. But she carefully avoided the swollen folds of my sex and slowly raked her fingernails along the inside of my thigh. My body was trembling now, jerking in my bonds. I felt her weight shift as she rearranged herself on the bed.

Then, the big toe of my right foot was enveloped in soft wet heat as she began to suck me gently. I imagined those lips, like soft pillows, close over my clit and I shuddered. My clit was throbbing as though my heart had descended from my chest and flowed into its slick pearly length. I was sure that it was now peeking out of its fleshy hood.

Look at me, I wanted to scream, just look at me. How can you not want to suck that delicious little morsel of flesh? How can you not want to finish me?

But right then, it was like nothing existed for her except my toes. She sucked each toe by turn thoroughly, methodically as I writhed on the bed, my mind slowly fogging over with lust. Even when her hand began to wander up my leg, I didn't dare to hope until a fingertip gently insinuated itself between my lips and came to rest against the rim of my hot yearning hole. At last, I thought, at last. The finger invaded me firmly, burying itself to the hilt in my pussy hole with one long smooth thrust.

"Who does this belong to, baby?" she asked, her breath hot in my ear.

"To Alex," I moaned, without even thinking.

She was quiet for a moment, the only sound in the room the slow liquid churning of her finger in my cunt.

"I envy him," she said finally, "But before I'm done, you will beg me to take that sweet little hole and then I'll have to decide what I must do."

I shuddered at the threat in her soft voice. She left her finger in her cunt for a few seconds longer, flaunting the arrogance with which it had claimed my body, before withdrawing it. The aching void that it left was even greater because I had tasted, however briefly, the faint possibility of repletion.

Her now wet fingertip gently probed the puckered opening of my anus. My ass jerked off the pillow that raised my hips as a strangled cry escaped my lips.

Her finger circled relentlessly as she whispered in my ear, "Has he had this sweet little hole, baby?"

"Yes," I whispered softly, my cheeks reddening with shame at that intimate enquiry.

Was he your first?" she asked.

"Yes," I groaned.

My mind drifted back to the night that he had taken my virgin bottom. He had spent hours teasing it, stroking it, licking it. He had fingerfucked my little hole, stretching it before claiming my tight velvety passage with his cock. He had been infinitely patient, flooding my hole with lube before gently easing the head of his cock into my anus. The initial pain had quickly given way to pleasure as the nerve endings in my anal ring came gloriously alive. It was only when I had begun to rock back seeking more of his throbbing flesh that he had thrust forward burying his shaft in my fluttering depths. 

It was like nothing I had ever known. His cock in my ass was a gloriously tighter fit than his cock in my cunt and I could feel every twitch, every pulse, every heartbeat as though his flesh had melted into mine. As he began to move inside me, he reached beneath my body and gently squeezed my clit. I was already on the verge of an orgasm and that firm pressure on my clit triggered it. It was so powerful that it was only afterwards that I realized that I had ripped open with my teeth the silk pillowcase in which my face was buried. The muscles in my ass pulsed to the rhythm of my release, milking him, squeezing out thick ribbons of cum from his spasming flesh. When he grew soft and withdrew, his cum dripping, thick and creamy, from my twitching hole and trickling down my thighs, I was still moaning like a bitch in heat.

"Mine too," she said.

"What ...?" I asked in confusion.

"He was my first too," she said, her voice soft and tremulous.

I knew she was reliving in her mind what I had a moment ago – that loss of anal innocence and the awakening into exquisite unbearable pleasure. I groaned as I thought of my Alex's throbbing shaft gently stretching open her pliant, eager flesh. She must have moaned as I did. She must have begged as I did - for him to spurt, for him to soothe the inflamed tissues of her ass with the balm of his cum.

"Are you jealous?" she asked suddenly.

"Yes," I replied. As soon as the word had escaped my lips, I cringed in embarrassment.

She chuckled softly.

"You are honest," she observed, "Or is my finger in your ass like a truth serum?" she added playfully.

I blushed, but before I could say anything, she set my heart at ease.

"You don't have to be ... jealous, I mean. I'm more into hot little chickies ... like you."

She was twirling my hair lazily around one finger of her free hand.

"I've got a sweet little slut waiting for me at home. She's Chinese. She has black hair that comes to her waist and spreads like a sea of ink on my sheets. She has these tiny perfectly formed breasts ... just a mouthful. And her cunt" ... she inhaled deeply ... "her cunt tastes like honey. Since I had agreed to come here tonight to do Alex's bidding and to rape you, sugar plum" ... she giggled ... "I tied her up like you're tied up now. And left her, not knowing where I had gone, not knowing when I'll be back, not knowing whether I'll claim her trembling flesh tonight."

My pussy lurched in sympathy as I thought of that poor girl, open and helpless, waiting in the darkness of her mind and her blindfold, her bloated pussy aching for the release that she hoped her mistress would bring.

"Please don't disappoint her," I whispered.

She was quiet for a long moment and I panicked, fearing that I had overstepped my bounds. I was afraid that she was hatching some devilish scheme to tease my desperate body until abject, craven apologies would bubble from my lips and I would forget every word in the language except "Sorry" ... Oh, God, I was sorry. But when she spoke, her voice was gentle.

"You're sweet. I'm going to love doing you. And when I'm done with you, maybe I'll give you to my baby to taste. She loves eating pussy. Believe me, I know. I can just see her hot little tongue flicking between your lips, tasting your juices, fucking your hole, teasing your clit. Would you like that, little one?"

"Oh, God, yes!" I groaned.

She laughed softly.

"You're a hungry little slut, aren't you? ... Maybe when she's turned you inside out with her talented little tongue, we'll give her to Alex. He can break in her tight little butt. She makes these little mewling noises in the back of her throat when she is being fucked. They make my pussy melt. I'll cradle you in my arms and we'll watch your lover take mine. I think it'll turn you on to watch the tight ring of her virgin ass clutch your lover's cock as he fucks in and out, to watch his cum leak from her hole around his spasming flesh and drip down the soft ivory skin of her thighs. By then, my pet, I think you'll be as hot as a little firecracker in my arms, ready to be fucked."

She was right. The thought of Alex sodomizing her submissive lover was turning me on. Her lips were still at my ear, caressing my skin with her breath.

"Time to starting teasing your sweet little body, baby."

Start ...?!! What did she think she was doing all this while? My pussy was pleading for an ending, but this sounded awfully like a new beginning. I wondered how much more of this my body could take.

It was so delicate, so fleeting that at first I thought I had imagined that ghostly touch on my swollen nipples. But then there it was again ... and again.

"Peacock feather," she giggled, "I came prepared."

She swept the delicate tendrils of the feather over the overheated flesh of my breasts as I twisted in my bonds seeking, futilely, to escape that delicious torment. Any more of this, I thought, and my nipples would burst.

The feather trailed lower down my shivering body tickling the muscles of my stomach into helpless convulsions. It traced the outline of my fat pussy lips and then dropped delicately into the pool of moisture that had gathered between. The thin, wavy filaments were wet when they drifted across my exposed clit, kissing it, caressing it with a touch lighter than the memory of a sigh. Small gurgling noises were issuing from my throat as my mind began to gray out under a surfeit of sensation.

When that contact, so excruciating in its evanescence, was broken, I was uncertain how I felt. Was I relieved? Or had my body learnt in those endless minutes to crave that fleeting touch? In any event, I thought, any torture is better than these intervals of emptiness when my body lay abandoned, untouched as it waited for the next deliciously diabolical game that she may choose to play with my yearning flesh.

The thin strip of fabric felt cool, almost soothing, against my nipples. I craned my breasts upwards, eagerly seeking its liquid contact.

"Chinese silk," she explained, "so fine you could pull a shawl through a wedding ring."

I could get used to this, I thought with relief, reveling in the feel of that rich fabric against my sensitive skin. Then it began to move, sliding across the surface of my engorged nipples – back and forth, back and forth, with the regularity of a metronome. I thought my nipples would catch fire, the puckered buds exploding into flame. I heard a blood-curdling scream reverberate through the room before I realized it was my own. When she removed the strip of silk, I was gasping like I had run a four-minute mile.

"Do your buds feel hot, baby?" she cooed in my ear, "Maybe these will help."

The cold was so intense it felt like blue white heat. She gently rolled the ice cubes over my nipples and the soft pink moons that framed them. Her breathing had quickened. She seemed to be reveling in the effect that her ministrations were having on my helpless body.

Where had she got the ice? She never left my side. Alex must have got it for her. He must have known that he had to. I was overwhelmed by the realization that they had plotted this carefully, discussed what she would do and what she would need. I shivered at the thought of how they must have determined my fate in advance, conspiring in low excited whispers how to undo me utterly. It also meant that Alex knew what was to happen to me tonight ... and approved. My body slumped in surrender, yielding now to whatever fate the night would bring.




Sweet Submission Ch. 02



She removed the ice cubes from my nipples and dropped them in what I assumed to be an ice bucket. They landed with a soft muffled clink. My rosy peaks were wet with ice melt. She was playfully blowing the water into tiny rivulets on my puckered flesh, painting a glacial map with each breath. When she was done playing, she drew my crinkled freezing flesh into the soft wetness of her mouth, babying it. I moaned with relief, relishing the way her lips tenderly ravaged my nipples.

She worked on them for a long time, licking, chewing, sucking, worrying the engorged flesh until my hips were straining off the pillow and I thought I was going to cum just from my nipples being tortured ... oh so delightfully ...in the warm prison of her mouth. As the movements of my hips became more ragged and I began struggling against my bonds, trying in vain to open and close my legs around my sopping sex, she stopped.

When I felt the soft silk against the wet flesh of my cunt, I whimpered with fear and my eyes snapped open inside their silken cage. If that diabolical little strip polishing my swollen nipples had reduced me to a whimpering mass of flesh, what would it do between my trembling legs?

I found out soon enough. She drew the silk in long sweeping, half circles from my clit to my anus. My tight little butthole quivered at the delicious friction of that silken passage. It split open my cunt as it sawed relentlessly, remorselessly through my wet folds. My erect exposed clit burned a hot furrow through the wet fabric as it traced and retraced its fiery path. As my juices began to soak through the silk, it made a wet slurping sound when it slid between my fat puffy lips. My fingers were scrabbling at the sheets, my mouth open in a long soundless moan. No sound that I could make seemed adequate to do justice to that obscene merciless ravaging of my sex. I only prayed that she would keep doing it until my cunt exploded in a spray of my juices. I was so close I could taste my release.

I struggled to keep my limbs under my sway as I tried to conceal how close I was to cumming. However, this effort at stillness only magnified my arousal. My efforts were to no avail. She seemed to know almost magically when to abandon my body; when to leave me wanting, wet and dripping. She did so now.

My groans of frustration turned into a keening wail as an ice cube dammed the hot puckered hole of my anus. I could feel my asshole convulsing, opening and closing against that glacial kiss. The ice cube traveled the arc that the silk had done. It cooled the inflamed tissues of my snatch. It numbed the quivering pearl of my clit. It buried itself in the sopping wet hole of my cunt, slowly melting in the furnace like heat of my essence. How, I wondered, could something that was so close to pain be such mind numbing pleasure? I made desperate little noises in the back of my throat. They were not in a language that either of us understood, but their meaning was unmistakable. I was begging.

"I seem to have got you all wet," she whispered, "Maybe I should dry you off."

When her tongue slowly laved the winking hole of my anus, I groaned. Whoever heard of drying someone off with a long wet tongue? But I wasn't complaining. I leaned into that soft twisting muscle, my intimate flesh an offering to her lust. She took her time. Her tongue traveled up and down the soft folds that radiated from my pink little hole, savoring my most secret flesh as though it were a delectable dessert. When the tip of her tongue ventured into the dark cavern of my ass; my thighs, slick with sweat and my juices, started trembling uncontrollably. She ignored the signs and tongue fucked my ass with excruciating slowness.

When she had had her fill, she withdrew her tongue and ran it one last time along the rim of my anus, making me shudder reflexively. As I was lamenting the aching void that was now my anus, I felt a silken pressure against my puckered hole. My hips jerked away from the intrusion, but she held me easily in place. She had folded the silken scarf into a tiny square and was now burying the sodden clump of fabric, soaked in my juices, into my spit coated ass. My sphincter gave under the gentle unyielding pressure and the block of silk slid inside. The sensation was beguiling. The silk yielded and expanded as the muscles of my ass closed and opened around it. Not being firm, it offered no relief. It was a tantalizing presence in my body that only served to magnify immeasurably my desire and my hunger.

"You look so beautiful, with that silken tail sticking out of your delicious ass," she purred.

As I blushed hotly, she whispered in my ear, "Time to eat you."

She was in no hurry. She obviously meant to make her meal last. She traced the wet folds of my cunt again and again, noisily slurping the juices pooled in the nooks and crannies of my pussy. She fucked my cunt like she had fucked my ass, at the leisurely pace of an after dinner stroll, ignoring the desperate pleas of my twitching body. Her tongue was flicking inside my wet hot tunnel at depths that I found difficult to credit. Her tongue seemed long enough to lick her eyebrows ... well, at least the tip of her nose. 

My hips surged in the prison of my bonds fucking itself on that wet impetuous muscle that was ravaging my flesh. She seemed amused by my struggles and held still to see how successful the little surges of my hips were in earning satisfaction. I began to sob, wanting more, wanting so much more than the ragged movements of my imprisoned hips could secure.

She lightly licked the hard exposed stem of my clit as though to console me and to quiet my sobs. When its tiny length had been anointed with her spit, which was dripping off the slick surface, she drew my pearl into her mouth and began to suck in right earnest. There was a subtle shift that both of us sensed. The teasing was over. Both of us were now single minded in our pursuit of the same thing – an orgasm that would rock my world and fling my body to the stars. It didn't take long. As my orgasm hit me, I felt the silk un-spool from my anus, its soft friction tickling into overpowering life the nerve endings in the ring of muscle around my gaping hole. The contractions that racked my pussy were longer and harder than any I had ever known. As I exploded, the erotic tension that had pooled in my body as she teased me mercilessly seemed to finally evaporate through my pores and I was spent.

She held me tenderly as the aftershocks of my release rocked my frame and made it twitch and jerk in my bonds.

"Thank you," I whispered, nuzzling her sweat stained neck with my lips.

I am not done with you yet, not by a long shot," she said, pretending to a gruffness that she evidently didn't feel.

I could taste myself on the skin of her throat and face. I began to slowly, methodically lap up my juices from her skin, shivering at this reminder of my arousal and my release. She let me lave her wetly for a while, then gently took my face between her hands and stopped me. I whimpered in protest. She shushed me, sliding one engorged nipple between my lips. I immediately began suckling like a babe at her breast, softly drawing her puffy flesh between my lips and wetting it with my tongue. She tenderly stroked my hair back from my forehead.

"I didn't want you to lick up all of it," she explained, "When I go home, I want her to taste you on my skin. I want her to know that my face was buried in another woman's cunt as she lay, tied and helpless, waiting for me to come home."

"I think she'll love the taste. You are very easy to get used to. I think she'll want more where that came from," she teased.

I shuddered at the unbearable intimacy of what she had planned, of another woman tasting my arousal from her flesh. She gently withdrew her nipple from my slavering lips and quickly replaced it with the other one.

"Be fair, baby. Suck them both."

And I did, my eyes closed behind the blindfold, my soul in the junction of my lips and her breast. I had never felt so contented in my life. My slow, wet worship of her breasts was having its effect on her. Her breathing had quickened and her fingers on my face were trembling.

"Your lips ... they feel so good," she moaned, "My God ... I want more."

I felt her shift on the bed and then she was kneeling above me, her inflamed cunt barely inches away from my face. The sweet scent of her arousal was driving me mad. I was drooling for a taste of that pussy, for a feel of her soft delicious flesh squirming wetly in my mouth. A few drops of her pussy juice dripped onto my trembling lips and I reached up blindly for more.

"Please ..." I moaned, "Please."

She gently lifted my head until my lips drowned in the seething swamp of her cunt.

"Drink your fill, sweetheart," she said, her voice almost breaking with tenderness.

Time stood still and nothing existed for me but that wetness and that incredible heat and the sweet taste of her essence. My lips were sucking small mouthfuls of her slippery flesh for my tongue to bathe. I licked her from stem to stern in long lingering sweeps opening up the flower of her sex. My tongue dipped into her steaming hole again and again, coaxing out more and more of that sweet liquid. And I drank ... and I drank ... and I drank. I heard long shuddering moans from some faraway place. They were hers.

I felt her shift lower and I knew instinctively what she wanted. My tongue curled up into the crease of her ass and flicked across the rosebud of her anus. She shivered at that liquid contact. Her tight little hole was covered with her juices, which had dripped into the crack of her ass. I softly lapped the tight puckered hole, working through the sheen of liquid until I hit the muskier taste of her forbidden flesh. I moaned as the taste of her anus tingled on my tongue, setting off little explosions on my taste buds. My pussy was leaking again.

Her taste was addictive and I wanted more of it. I curled my tongue and gently probed her tight little hole with the tip. Her muscles contracted at the unfamiliar intrusion and then relaxed, letting me in. She tasted faintly of soap and water ... so deliciously clean. She had obviously prepared for our little encounter. It pleased me that she had wanted this, planned it – my tongue writhing inside her sweet hot anus. As I began to slowly fuck in and out of her hole, her body began to tremble as if with the ague and she was making small happy noises in the back of her throat. I thrust my tongue as deep as it could go into her ass.

"Aaaaahh..." she moaned, her hips gyrating in tight little circles, massaging my tongue with her muscles.

After a few seconds of that exquisite torment, she jerked away as though she had been burnt.

"I can't take this anymore," she groaned.

"Do me, baby," she pleaded, pulling my head once again towards her cunt.

I knew what she wanted. As my lips closed around the succulent polyp of her clit, she released her breath in a long moan. The thought that her pleasure was my doing was an incredible turn on for me. I drew her clit deeper into my mouth, cradling it on the wet pillow of my tongue. She danced on my face as I sucked her. As little sobs escaped her throat and her body tensed on the verge of her release, I let her feel my teeth very, very gently on her clit. She screamed her orgasm to the winds. Her thighs tightened around my ears and it felt as if she were trying to suck my face into her cunt. The wet flesh of her pussy shuddered on my lips as the aftershocks continued to rock her body.

When she lifted off, her wet folds peeled away from my cheeks with a wet slurping noise. My face and my throat were drenched and the blindfold, soaked through with her juices, felt clammy on my eyes. She lay next to me for a while, her breath gradually becoming more even. Then she began to clean her juices off my face with her tongue, lapping my skin like I were cream and she a greedy little kitten. When she was done, she kissed my eyelids through the blindfold and then softly wrung her juices from the sopping silk with her lips.

"I can't bear the thought of not having you again," she whispered.

"I don't want anything between us ... not this," I felt her fingertip trace the outline of my blindfold... "Or this" ... her palms covered the fur lined cuffs at my wrists ... "I want you to be able to see me, the way my nipples harden for you, the way my cunt weeps for you. I want to fold you in my arms and never let go. I want to tease you, taste you, play with you and fuck you while you moan my name. Would you like that, baby?"

"Yes, very much," I replied, blushing suddenly at the thought that I did not even know the name of this wonderful woman who had so beautifully claimed my body.

"I think I need to have a long heart to heart with Alex," she said, "If he knows what's good for him, he better learn to share."

"I think he already knows," I said, coyly.

"And so he does, you little minx," she whispered, twisting my nipple sharply and making me yelp.

She caressed my offended nipple, soothing it.

"And now," she whispered, "I'm going to rock your world."

I had been basking in quiet contentment in the aftermath of my orgasm and hers. My world was still unsteady and didn't seem to need rocking. But she seemed to feel differently.

"I haven't fucked you yet," she said in a flat voice, which brooked no argument.

Those words, so brutal in their utter simplicity, made me shudder. My pussy was already pulsing back to life, eager now to meet its fate. I groaned as the first finger entered me. She fucked me slowly with it, letting me feel her knuckles kneading my walls. As she teased the soft sponge like knot on the inside wall of my pussy, my mouth widened in a silent O. She added a second finger to the first, scissoring them apart, spreading me open as she fucked me. I began to buck my hips, trying to draw in her invading digits, now desperately craving release. I moaned when the fingers withdrew, leaving me achingly empty.

When I felt the coolness of lube wash over the inflamed tissues of my cunt, I was nonplussed. She was working the lube into my hole with her fingers. I desperately wanted to ask her what she was doing. I wanted to tell her, I don't need the lube, baby ... Look at how wet I'm ... Just fuck me, sweetheart, just fuck me.

I felt her thumbs hook into my cunt and pull me wide open. I knew she was looking into me, into the hot wet pulsing depths of my pussy. I had never felt so exposed in my life ... or so aroused.

"My God ... perfect," she murmured, "Just perfect. You are so tight, baby."

"But you won't be for a while," she add softly, "after I'm done with you."

Her words didn't really penetrate the cloud of lust that had fogged my mind. Her two fingers plunged back into my cunt. My pussy felt pleasantly full as she fucked in and out of my quivering depths. And then, she added a third finger ... and then a fourth. As I felt those fingers surge into my cunt, her knuckles cruelly stretching the opening of my hole, I suddenly realized what was about to happen to me.

"No ... No ... Please," I begged, my body thrashing about on the sheets, "Please ... I'm too tight ... You will tear me apart."

I suddenly felt Alex's palm on my feverish brow, gently stroking it.

"It's ok, baby. You can trust me ... and you can trust her. Her hand is so tiny. It's so much smaller than mine," he cooed, reassuringly, "Let her into your body, sweetheart. When her fingers finally flutter inside your cunt, I promise they will bring you more pleasure than you ever imagined possible."

The piteous pleas bubbling from my lips dwindled and then dried up. I was still terrified, but I had resigned myself to my fate. She sensed my surrender and gently eased her knuckles past the tight ring of my pussy hole. A moment ago, I wouldn't have believed that possible. The sensation was incredible. My pussy had never felt so full and parts of it that I didn't even know existed were pulsing to life.

She moved her fingers about experimentally, rocking my body with tremor after tremor. Her knuckles slipped out of my cunt, stretching the rim of my hole outwards. I felt more lube wash over my inflamed tissues. This time, I didn't even dream of complaining. Then I felt the pressure return. It was subtly different this time, marginally more intense. For a moment, irresistible force met immovable object and then my pussy surrendered. Her hand shot forward into my depths and my hole snapped closed around her wrist.

I had never been so excruciatingly, deliciously full before. I blushed for a moment at the obscene vision that I must make – the tight ring of my pussy hole stretched to the limit, fluttering around her slim wrist.

Her fist was loosely clenched inside my cunt and she surged forward, making me gasp.

"Whose is this, baby?" she asked.

When I didn't answer, she asked me again, the hand buried in my cunt ominously still. She knew she had me where she wanted me, teetering on the edge of an earth shattering orgasm, which she had the power to withhold.

"Yours," I groaned finally. I'm so sorry, Alex, I thought, my body betrays you; and it betrays me.

She chuckled in triumph and then her fingers unfurled. Her hand began to move inside my cunt, her wrist twisting against the rim, her fingers fluttering, teasing, touching places that I didn't even know existed. When her lips closed over my clit, I went berserk, my body thrashing in its restraints. The bonds didn't give. I did. She was right about that as about everything else. My body shuddered like a rag doll in the circles of the fur-lined cuffs as it exploded in an orgasm that blotted out thought.

My last memory as I tumbled over the edge into darkness was Alex's hands on my forehead, soothing me. It was such an achingly gentle contrast to the storm that was raging in my cunt. As I grayed over and I descended into blissful oblivion, I caught myself thinking that she had delivered on her promise ... I had been broken.





Sweet Submission Ch. 02



I arched against his probing finger.

"Yes ... Oh, God, yes!" I groaned, "Take it."

I scrambled onto my hands and knees, buried my face in the pillow and stuck my bottom in the air. I wiggled my ass at him and giggled.

"As if that tight little bottom wasn't tempting enough," he laughed.

I moaned as he licked my hole wet and writhed with impatience as he worked a huge gob of lube into my tight entrance. My hips were already surging back and forth when I felt the head of his cock lodge against the opening of my anus. I groaned as I was riven apart by his flesh. The swollen head of his shaft popped into my hot passage and the ring of my anus snapped shut around his throbbing flesh. He held still for a moment that felt like eternity, allowing me to savor the presence of his turgid flesh inside my body. And then when my muscles had stopped fluttering and the panic that always marked that initial entrance had disappeared, he leaned his weight into my body and drove his cock deep into my waiting flesh.

And then, I was finally his.





Sweet Submission Ch. 02



The delicious smell of coffee was the first thing Suzanne notices when she wakes up. She makes a small grunt and does a cat like stretch as she rolls over to see if Daniel is awake.

He isn't.

She puts her arm around his waist and cuddles up to his back side. She rubs her foot softly against his foot and leg while she relaxes for a few minutes. Suzanne feels rather sore this morning, particularly her backside. She thinks back to last night and reviews what she and her Master shared. Feeling a familiar tingle between her legs she smiles involuntarily and starts to rub her Master's side softly.

Be it the aroma of the coffee perking or her soft petting Daniel wakes up. He also stretches and gathers his bearings. He puts his hand on hers to stop her gentle rubbing.

Suzanne places a kiss on his back, "Good morning Master. Sleep well?"

His response was a muffled but she assumed it was a yes.

"What about you Pussycat."

"Very soundly Master. Ready for some nice fresh coffee?" she asked.

"Yes my Pet."

Suzanne gives him a quick hug and rolls out of bed. She slips on her night shirt and collar and pads into the kitchen. Taking out a large red ceramic mug she adds some sugar and cream then fills it with piping hot coffee. She grabs another mug for herself and just adds sugar to the coffee.

One in each hand she takes them back to the bedroom.

"Your coffee Master." she says as she sets his cup on the nightstand.

She crawls back into bed. Her side is still nice and warm from her body heat. After a few sips she asks Daniel if he would like his morning blow job.

"Please," he says.

She gets herself situated under the covers and picks up his dick in her hand. Suzanne strokes it and took pleasure in watching his cock get larger and larger. Now she cups his balls in her free hand and then gently slaps them at the bottom until they are swinging, all the while still stroking his cock. She does one last slap then squeezes them lightly.

Now she leans forward and makes a circular motion on the tip of his head with her tongue. Daniel grabs her collar with one hand and her hair with the other. He rubs her head as she puts her whole mouth in and slides his cock in and out.

"How's that taste Slave?" he asked her.

She pulls her mouth out, "Very good Master. I love the feel of your cock in my mouth."

Suzanne really DOES like to have his cock in her mouth. She loves pleasuring her Master, like any good Slave.

Taking her tongue again she runs it over the length of his cock and massages his balls as she does. Then she takes his cock in her mouth again and this time she sucks. She continues to suck until she feels the taste of his cum in her mouth. Once his orgasm is over she cleans him with her tongue and gets a towel and dries him. Just to make sure she got everything.

"Good girl."

Daniel allows her to go brush her teeth. When she gets back she gives him a kiss and cuddles up to him for a few moments. He tells her what he would like for breakfast.

Suzanne goes into the kitchen and starts his bacon and eggs. Bacon crispy and eggs over easy, just as he liked it. Her mouth waters as she cooked the simple but tasty fare. When it's ready she takes it to Daniel so he can eat in bed. He's already sitting up and waiting on her when she brings his plate of food to him. She makes another cup of coffee for him and then she sits by his feet.

While he's eating she gets some lotion out and massages his feet. She finds rubbing his feet relaxing and enjoys it as much as her Master does. She puts a dab of lotion on each toe then individually works over each one before moving on down to his arches and heels.

"That's good enough Slave girl now get me another helping and get some for yourself too."

Suzanne leans in and gives his nearest foot a kiss and answers, "Yes my Master."

She servers him up another serving and has her potion with her as well. When they are done Daniel asked Suzanne to show him what she had planned to wear today.

He gives her ass a playful slap as she gets up.

She turns her head and gives him a smile.

She pulls out well worn jeans and a comfy sweater, "Will this do Master?"

He shakes his head, "No, no, no. That just won't do Pet. Since we are going on a road trip today I want you to wear a skirt and no underwear incase I decide I want to pet you." He winks.

Suzanne nods and thinks to herself she should have known that. As she was rummaging around for a short skirt he says, "Actually what you showed me will be fine but underneath I want you to wear your black corset and black lace panties."

She pokes her head out of the closet, "As you wish Master. Which collar shall I wear today?" 

"The black one. And since we will be on the road for awhile today I want you to get your kneeling done for me while I'm in the shower. I'll wash myself today."

She nods in response.

Daniel takes long showers so she would be on the floor for about an hour or so. She was right. Her knees were just starting to ache when her Master walked out of the bedroom. He found her kneeling by the bed in her corset, collar and panties. Her hair was in a loose bun.

He strokes her shoulder as he walks by.

"Slave get in the display position."

Suzanne still kneeling spreads her lags and puts her hands behind her back so her breasts are thrust out.

"Good girl. If only we had time I'd give you a reward for being good this morning." He says he takes his finger and runs it over her pussy and kisses the top of her head.

Suzanne can't help but feel disappointed at his statement, especially when his touch arouses her so. She squirms just a little before he tells her she can finish getting dressed.

She gets off the floor and finishes getting around. When she is ready they head out to the car. She opens his door for him and shuts it after he gets in and then she gets into the driver seat.

Daniel attaches the leash to her collar and holds it while she drives. Once on their way Suzanne rests her hand on her Master's thigh and smiles at him. She hums a little to the music playing, Daniel is resting his eyes.

They stop for a picnic lunch at a park off the beaten track. Suzanne hand feeds Daniel grapes while his head rests on her lap. When they finish she rubs his back for awhile.

Back on the road they are again silent each lost in their own thoughts. Suzanne is thinking about how they came to this point. She never thought she'd be his Slave girl yet here they were and she was enjoying every minute of it. Daniel's thoughts are somewhat similar in that he is thinking about all the things he can do to his Slave girl.

Arriving at their destination several hours later they check in to the motel before catching dinner and a movie. Daniel starts rummaging around for his papers that were for the work meeting the next day. Not finding them he asked Suzanne about it.

"I'm sure they are here Master. Let me have a look."

Not finding them either she realizes she must have forgotten to pack them. "I'm sorry but I must have left them. Do you have what you need on the laptop?"

Fuming he replies, "No I don't. I'm not happy about this. I trusted you to make sure everything gets packed. I shouldn't have to check our bags to make sure you get everything but I guess I do."

He takes her by the arm and roughly pushes her on the bed. Not really sure what he was going to do she just meekly sat there. He tells her to strip while he gets the ties from the bag and has her lay face down. 

Taking her arm he ties it to the bed post. Then he does the same to the other one. Daniel also ties her legs separately to the bed post. Even though he had never tied her in that position before she couldn't help but know what was coming next.

Whack!

She let out a scream. He didn't punish her with his hand like he usually did, this time he was using his belt.

Whack!

Again the unexpected pain surprised her. She couldn't even bring herself count her spanks the way her Master had asked her to when she was being punished.

"What are you supposed to say when I spank you bitch!" he demanded.

Tears in her eyes she replies, "Sorry Master I just wasn't expecting this."

"I don't want excuses. All you have to do is obey me and you're not doing a good job of it I'm afraid. I'm going to give you 15 whacks and don't even think about asking me to stop before then understand?"

"Yes Master," she croaks out.

Before he even finishes speaking he slaps her again with his belt. Hard.

Whack! "One Master!"

Whack! "Two Master!"

Whack! "Three Master!"

...Whack! "Fifteen Master!"

Suzanne's ass was a bright red by the time he was done. Rather she thought he was done. He wasn't. He put the nipple clamps on her even though she was lying on her stomach and he put them on tighter than usual. Then he put in her vibrator and put it on high.

"I'm not going to let you cum tonight for the rest of your punishment. If I see you cum or find that you have cum it won't set well for you Slave."

Leaving her tied up he goes out for dinner on his own. Suzanne's ass hurts and she feels embarrassed at how she must look. She probably had welts on her rear even though she only got 15 spanks they were hard spanks. She was actually glad to be tied face down. At the moment she didn't want him to see how much he had actually hurt her.

Eventually though her pain lessens and she can't help but feel aroused as the vibrator is doing its job. She tries not to think about how good it would feel to have an orgasm. She tries to rub her thighs together to heighten her pleasure but then remembers her legs are tied. Letting out a sigh of frustration she relaxes as well as she can, doing her best to not think about cumming.

Daniel walks in a few minutes later. He appeared to be in a much better mood as her comes to her. He runs his hands over her ass and feels the lumps he left on her cheeks.

"Slave can I trust you to obey me from now on?" he asks.

Suzanne looks into his eyes, "Yes Master you can."

"Good girl."

He takes out her vibrator and wasn't too surprised to see that her pussy was wet. He sticks his first two fingers inside her and pulls them out and pushed them back in. Suzanne can't help but let out a cry of pleasure. "Remember I'm not letting you cum tonight girl," he says.

Her legs are quivering to hold back her orgasm. "I know, but Master I'm awfully close."

He puts in a third finger now and pulls them out and back in hard. Then he takes his thumb and runs it over her clit while his fingers are inside her. She lets a few whimpers escape and bites her tongue to keep from begging her Master to let her cum.

Face buried in the bed to muffle her cries of ecstasy, she tries to keep herself from going over the edge. Abruptly takes his fingers out and pinches her pussy lips then gives her ass a slap. He knew her limits and stopped just before she went.

Getting off the bed he unties her legs. Gratefully she pulls them together. Then he unties her warms. She notices his very hard erection and feels yet another tingle between her legs. He flips her over and then reties her arms again but leaves her legs untied this time.

He takes his pants off and puts his thighs either side her chest and places his penis between her breasts.

"Put your mouth on my cock."

Suzanne moves her head as best she can. Only being able to get half his cock in from this position she keeps her mouth open as he humps her boobs. She feels his balls slap against her breasts as he does this. 

He stops and moves higher so she can get more of him in her mouth. He holds her ears as he thrusts his cock into her mouth. She can feel his dick clear to her throat. Her tongue is sliding over his cock as he pulls it in and out.

He thrusts even harder, almost choking her as his cock goes even deeper. Her mouth is hot and she is so horny she can hardly stand it. Still holding her ears he lets out a moan and cums deeply into her mouth and throat. So much it was spilling out and down her down. Gagging a little from the position she was in, she swallows his warm cum.

He takes his cock out of her mouth and reaches for his phone and takes a picture of her tied to the bed with his cum spilling out of her mouth.

He unties her arms and lets her relax for a minute.

"Time for a bath Slave girl." He says.

Legs quivering she gets up. Seeing her shaking he goes to her and holds her steady while she gets her bearings. "Maybe I was too harsh Pet. Let's get you some food before you wash us."

Suzanne wasn't even thinking about food. She wanted the pleasure of release but she just nodded her head. The fresh air would do her good.

They walk to a nearby bar and she orders a drink for them both while she waits for her meal. Suzanne was actually finding it hard to sit still. Her ass still felt tender from earlier.

After a couple of drinks they both felt the good "buzz" of alcohol and ended up playing some pool and dancing together before heading back to their room.

Finally they get back. Arms around each other they kiss. Suzanne looks at Daniel, "Ready for a bath Master?"

He looks into her eyes and kisses her again, "Yes Slave."

The drain wouldn't plug so she was going to have to give her Master a shower. Once the water is all steamy she calls her in.

He was already undressed so she just undresses in front of him.Stepping in she puts her arms around Daniel and just lets the water wash over them for a few minutes. She offers to shave him but he declined. That was one thing he seemed to prefer to do himself though she would have done it happily if he ever asked.

She rubs the pleasant smelling soap over his head and face and works her way down over his body. She lavishes him with kisses after she washes each section. His ears, his neck, his shoulders...even his fingers got a kiss after she washed them clean.

She kisses his cock, it's not quite hard but it's not limp either. Not being able to resist she gives it a lick before she moves on down. She makes it to his feet. Taking care to wash between each toe, she kisses each one when she's done.

Finally she is done washing him and she kisses the tops of his feet when she's done and waits on her knees for him to be satisfied that he's clean. He pats her head, "Good girl."

Daniel pulls her to her to her feet and begins to kiss her. She can feel his arousal pressed against her and feels her own wetness increase as their kisses grow deeper. Groaning he pulls away, "I want to let you cum Pussycat but I'm going to stick to what I said earlier. It's hard for me to not let you when you're behaving so well right now."

Suzanne wanted to be a good Slave for her Master and she wanted to always be submissive so leaning into him she answers, "I understand Master. Do whatever you feel is best. I really want to cum but I won't try to change your mind tonight. Will your meeting go ok tomorrow?"

"I'm not sure to be honest but no point on thinking about it now."

With that said she turns off the water and grabs a towel. After drying him off she leads him to the bed. He lays down and she rubs lotion all over him. Starting at this backside she massages his neck, back, buttocks and legs. Turing him over she does his chest now. Ignoring his growing cock she makes her way down to his feet and massages lotion on them too. That done she hands him his PJ's and puts on her night shirt before crawling in beside him.

Both exhausted from the day they fall asleep quickly. 



Sweet Submission Ch. 03



My body started wriggling, No way, I was going to be hit. 

“It doesn’t matter what you do dear, those ties will bind you tight”, his voice far away in the room. My heart beating furiously, breath coming in sharp gasps, arms moving like wiggling snakes. The first smack across my breasts hurt like hell, not expecting it, and my skin cold. 

I cried out involuntarily, immediately clamping my lips shut, so as to not let Ian know that he had succeeded in hurting me. The next nine that came after were tolerable and by the end my body was betraying me yet again, and moving forward to accept the blows, my moans louder still.

He laughed, a devious laugh “Ah, my wet wench, you enjoy that? You are really a hot dirty wet little one, aren’t you?” he questioned. 

I shook my head no, trying to slow my breathing, trying to prevent my body from moving. “You feel like being defiant, do you little one? No matter, I shall teach you that being good will get rewards and being bad will ……… well you will see” his threat stilling the room and my heartbeat.

His mouth once again moved to my pussy. My cunt contracting, my back arching, my moans turned into a warm blanket of security. Licking the length of my slit and then proceeding to flick my clit with his tongue.

My legs tried to squeeze closed on his head, but achieved only a higher sense of stimulation. My body arching and swaying, trying at once to leave and stay, my moans mingled with the squelching sounds that my pussy was letting go of. I quickly rode the wave to a fast approaching orgasm, maybe sensing that, Ian slowed and then stopped.

I am sure that if I had not have been blindfolded, I would have seen him, grinning evilly up at me. He quickly untied my legs and if it weren’t for me being held up by my arms, I am sure my jelly legs would have put me on the floor. He waited for my body to adjust to supporting itself again and then reached up and unhooked my hands from the rack, keeping my hands still tied.

Being so exhausted I didn’t offer much resistance. I was led over to a bed and my hands were untied and quickly retied and then my ankles followed suit. Now I was lying spread eagled and felt the mattress accommodate some one else’s weight. Ian then straddled my chest, his cock facing toward my mouth, though I could not see it. 

“Open your mouth wench” Ian commanded, breaking the tranquillity of the room. Again, my mouth opened involuntarily and he undid the ball gag quickly, and before I knew it, the end of his cock was entering my mouth. 

My head jerked back into the pillow. His hand quickly caught my hair and forced my head up, the pressure on my hair causing me to cry out in pain and his cock once more entered my mouth. 

“Suck my cock wench, suck it good. Suck it like the little cock-sucking wet cunt you are.” Ian’s words had the effect of a shot gun on me. My pussy juices began running in earnest, my nipples tightened painfully, my mouth increased pressure on his cock and began pumping the shaft. My tongue swirling around his knob, bringing little moans of pleasure from his lips.

My mouth exploring the soft flesh, breathing in the maleness of his cock. Inching down, feeling how big he was. My mind reeling at the exhilarating feeling coursing through my veins. I slowly inched down further, until I could not go down anymore, my gag reflex kicking in and I withdrew my head quickly. 

But not quickly enough, as his hand caught my head and pushed it down, until I was choking. My body quickly trying to move away, testing the bonds, but they held fast, holding my body prisoner as Ian slowly fucked my mouth at his pleasure.

Inching his cock down my throat, I was having extreme difficulty breathing. He held his cock there for a moment, feeling my throat tighten around his cock in panic, his moans loud. Bringing his cock back out of my mouth, I waited fretfully at would his next movements would be.

His weight moved off of my chest and down in between my legs. “I am going to untie your legs” his voice echoing strangely in the room, like shouting into a canyon. “But you must promise not to kick or fight” he warned. I nodded my head in submission and he proceeded to untie both of my ankles.

Ian then picked my legs up, put them over his shoulders and in one push entered me smoothly. I groaned loudly, the pleasure beyond anything that I had experienced. I could feel that this would be a fast fuck. 

My cunt walls had expanded to accommodate his huge member. My cunt gripping his cock tightly, drawing a deep moan from him. When he started moving his cock with my pussy, I couldn’t help myself, I moaned and groaned. I cried at the beautiful experience.

I could feel the orgasm that I had needed bubbling near the surface. His strokes began to come harder and deeper and without abandon I began screaming “Fuck me……oh god fuck me……….harder, harder……..harder than that………harder”. Responding to my goading, Ian’s thrusts became harder and faster, and my orgasm came thundering through my body, like a wildflower in the desert, drinking in the infrequent rain. 

His orgasm racked his body, pulling out he sprayed his hot cum all over my body, my breasts and stomach catching all of it and I could feel the trembling of his whole body, shaking the bed.

He moved out of between my legs and took my blindfold off. My eyes blinked in the little light in the room. When my eyes had fully adjusted I looked at Ian, fully abashed at my slutty behaviour. I looked into his eyes and he smiled a mocking, knowing smile.

“Rest my wench, for we have dinner in an hour, then desert………..”. Leaving me with that promise, he left the room, with a big smile on his face. Returning that smile, I gratefully fell off to a deep sleep, awaiting the delicious desert I was sure would follow a beautiful dinner. 



Sweet Submission Ch. 03



Suzanne put a piece of trash form the party into the bag she was holding. Taking a deep breath she looked around room, pleased to see almost everything back in order. She felt a pair of hands go around her waist.

"Slave you almost earned a Good girl", her Master told her as he kissed the top of her blonde head.

Daniel her Master went and sat on their floral couch. As he sat he said, "You did a fine job on most of the party Slave but unfortunately you did make some errors I want to correct so they don't happen again."

Suzanne immediately lowered her eyes and meekly replied, "What did I do Master?"

Daniel told her to come to him which she did and knelt when he told her too. He grabbed her hair and she let out a small gasp of surprise at the unexpected grab.

"Firstly," he said, "you didn't keep my drink topped up as often as you should have, and more importantly you let our guests run empty before you offered more. You were supposed to anticiapte their needs."

He pulled on her hair harder, "Secondly you constantly touched me, what have I told you before about doing that without my permission?"

Suzanne said nothing.

"Well?" He jerked he hair so hard tears rolled down her face.

"I'm sorry Master I wasn't thinking. I will try not to do it again."

Abruptly he let her go. "Ok Slave. This was our first party with you as my Slave and I had hoped you would've presented better. You did ok but I was hoping for more."

He started to absently stroke her hair, "I want you to go outside, pull up your skirt and sit in the snow while I think about your punishment." 

Suzanne a little surprised at the demand nodded, got off her kneed and grabbed coat and went outside.

It was dark out so she knew the neighbors couldn't see her so she simply found a spot of snow near the house and pulled up her red mini skirt and sat down.

Immediately she felt the cold hit her ass and crotch like a truck. It didn't take long for a tingly sensation from the cold to make her pussy numb. While she was sitting there she thought to herself, "I wonder what he will do?" She had been scolded before for putting her arms around him without his permission. With the excitement of the party, not to mention a few drinks she realized she did it without thinking.

Now sorry she displeased her master at their very first gathering she waited patiently for him to come get her. Trying not to focus on the pain she was now feeling on her ass and thighs she looked at the clear sky and watched the stars.

What seemed like an eternity but in reality was maybe 10 minutes later he opened the door and whistled for her to come in.

Suzanne got up and went in right away. As soon as she came in Daniel pointed to the floor. Suzanne knelt.

"I want to see your ass Slave. Put your face on the floor and show me." He told her.

She knelt with her face on the floor and pulled up her skirt to her waist so he could see. He gently touched her pink cheeks but she didn't feel it from the cold.

He slapped her ass. 

Hard. 

Not once but several times. The warmth of the house making her skin feel warm again she felt true pain at the tingly hot pain the slaps were doing to her. She bit her tongue as he slapped, trying not to cry out as she was supposed to do.

For 20 minutes he spanked her. By the time Daniel was done Suzanne was feeling the true pain and knew she'd remember this lesson.

Daniel grabbed her hair and lifted her head. Tears streaked her face Suzanne hoped he was done punishing her.

With his spare hand he unzipped his pants and forced her mouth on his erection. Suzanne began to suck his cock. As she sucked he told her, "That's a good Slave. I don't like punishing you but it's the only way you will learn to obey me. You will do better next time?"

Suzanne nodded as best she could while sucking on his throbbing dick.

"Good girl."

He moaned as she sucked harder. Then she sucked harder still but moved very slowly to his head and slowly pushing back to his balls. For several minutes she did this, tasting his sweet pre cum. 

By now Suzanne was very wet herself, aching to have her pussy touched she let out a small involuntary moan.

"Slave faster!" he gasped out.

Suzanne started to suck his cock fast, her head bobbing in and out. She loved sucking his cock and let out little cries of pleasure. He grabbed her head and held it still. His hands on the side of her head he thrust his cock into her hot mouth deeply. As he fucked her mouth he told her what a good little bitch she was. 

"Slave you love it when I fuck your mouth don't you? You little slut. All wet from sucking your Masters cock. Such a good mouth you have for fucking." He said.

Suzanne couldn't do anything but moan deeply. She did like being his little slut and her own pussy was fairly dripping, begging to be fucked too.

A couple more deep thrusts and she felt his hot cum in her mouth and throat. She swallowed it like a good slave. Then she zipped his pants back up.

He stoked her damp hair, "Good girl. Go wash up and then come back and see me."

Suzanne got up on shaky legs. Her ass was still stinging and she wanted to orgasm. When she got to the bathroom she considered fingering herself but kept herself in check. It was for her Master, not her to decide. 

She gingerly touched her ass as she looked at it in the mirror. Red welts covered her cheeks. She let out a deep sigh and brushed her teeth then washed her face. She got out of her party outfit and slipped into a silky blue nightie.

Going back into the living room she noticed Daniel had something rather shiny sitting on the couch.

"Come here Slave." He said.

Suzanne went and stood in front of him.

"I got this for you. I want you to wear it. For the rest of the night you will wear it as your punishment." He told her.

Suzanne saw it was a spreader bar for her ankles. He pulled it out and shackled one end to her ankle. She spread her other leg so he could shackle the other.

Suzanne wondered how she could possibly move in it without falling so she just stood there a minute taking it all in. He had never done anything like this before.

"Go ahead Slave, walk around for me." He said as he shooed her away with his hand.

Suzanne tried to turn around in them but ended up falling on her tender ass instead.

"Master I don't know if I can do this." She pleaded.

He looked sternly at her, "Slave just be lucky I didn't tie your hands too. Take your time. I expect you to have walking in it mastered by the end of the night."

Suzanne let out a deep breath and refrained from talking back to her Master. Getting in a kneeling position she got back to her feet. Slowly she took a step forward. Feeling her body sway she steadied herself before taking another. 

She managed to walk to the end of the room without falling. Daniel sat on the couch and watched her. Feeling confident now she moved faster. That was a mistake and before she could catch herself she fell forward this time to her knees.

"Ouch!" She cried as she hit the floor.

Daniel got up and helped her to her feet. "There, there Slave. That was good. Keep it up. I'm very proud of you. I like to see you walking in that. Now go get me a beer."

He kissed her cheek and patted her bottom. 

Suzanne was pleased that he atleast was giving her time to adjust to this new form of domination. Slowly she shimmied to the kitchen to get his beer. Just going to the kitchen in the spreader bar worked up a sweat.

Again the walk back was painfully slow it seemed but Suzanne managed to do it without falling.

"Good girl. Now come into the bedroom, try to walk faster if you can."

Suzanne tried to go faster but as she expected she did take a tumble forward again. 

Once she made it to the bedroom she found her Master putting a rope on the O ring that was above the headboard.

"Get on the bed Pussycat. I'm going to tie your hands now." He told her.

Suzanne got on the bed and laid face up. Shivering with anticipation she waited for his next instructions. He slid his hands under her nightie cupping her breasts with his hands. He quickly pinched her nipples then took her nightie off.

He got out a black blindfold and tied it over her face. He asked her to put her hands above her head, which she did and he tied her hands to the O ring.

Once she was tied he ran his hands down her arms, over her swollen breasts. He stopped to play with her hard nipples before running his hands down her belly. He thrust 2 fingers in her pussy and Suzanne groaned. He sat and fingered her for a minute until he could tell she was close to an orgasm then took them out and ran his hands down to her ankles.

He adjusted the width of the spreader bar. Suzanne had no idea it spread that far and felt the pull in her legs all the way to her hips. He left it there.

Daniel took a moment to look at his Slave blindfolded and tied to the bed with the spreader bar on her ankles. She looked beautiful he thought.

Taking the crop he ran it along her body stroking her face with it, then moving down to her belly. He knew it was driving her mad whether or not he was going to strike her with it. He wasn't about to disappoint her.

He struck her thigh with it, then he struck her pussy.

"Master!" Suzanne cried.

"Slave you will obey me! Now I'm going to give you the chance to cum but you have to obey me." He said.

"Yes Master I will obey you." She said.

He picked up the candle that was burning and poured the wax on her nipples.

She sucked in her breath.

Daniel picked up her vibrator, set it on pulsating and put it in her pussy. He noticed how turned on she was by how easily it slid in.

"You horny bitch, I only just started and your already wet as fuck." He said.

The vibrator inside her Suzanne felt both pleasure and pain as Daniel once again poured wax on her body. 

She moaned, "Oh Master."

"Slave if you cum without my permission I will double the spanking I did to you earlier. Keep yourself in check." He commanded her.

She felt him climb on the bed and he put his erection on her lips. He didn't stick his cock in her mouth but rather slowly ran it across her lips. She felt his own wetness on her lips and she licked it off.

He slapped her face.

"Slave did I say you could do that?"

"No Master, I'm sorry." She told him.

"Open your mouth Slave but don't suck." He commanded.

Suzanne opened her mouth and he stuck his cock in it. He slid his cock in and out a few times then he withdrew it and got off the bed.

"I'm going to turn you face down now Slave." He told her.

The O ring was on a small chain so she could easily turn over. He helped her turn with the spreader bar on her ankles and soon she was face down. 

Whack!

Whack, whack, whack!

He struck her ass with the crop. He stroked his cock as he hit her. Suzanne's ass sore from the previous spanking cried out with each hit. The vibrator still pulsating inside her gave her a provocative feeling of pleasure and pain as he struck her.

A few more whacks and he stopped. Taking the vibrator out, he then mounted her. Her pussy slick and ready, his cock slid in easily. While he pumped her he slapped her ass and back with his hand.

"Oh Master please let me cum, I need to come now!"

"How bad do you want to cum whore?" he asked.

"I want to cum very bad, please Master I'll do anything!" She begged.

He screwed her harder, "Slave you call that begging? Very well."

"Cum."

She didn't need anything else. Suzanne had a huge orgasm that went on and on.

"Oh Master, Master that feels wonderful! Oh Master!" she moaned out.

Moments later she felt her Master have his own orgasm.

Both sweating profusely Daniel pulled himself out of his Slave.He untied Suzanne but left the spreader bar on her. "Slave clean me." He said.

Suzanne dizzy with pleasure licked his cock. He gave her permission to take off the bar and after she had done so she went to get his cum towel to dry him off properly.

"Master is there anything else I can do for you?" She asked.

"Not tonight Slave, put on a movie for me then finish cleaning up our party mess. I hope you learned to remember your manners for our next party. I don't like to punish you but I will. For the rest of the week you will wear the spreader bar every evening until we go to bed. Remember you are my property and you will obey me properly. When you obey me I will reward you. Understand?"

Suzanne nodded, "Yes Master dear. I will obey you like a good Slave."

"Good girl."



Sweet Submission Ch. 1



I have been married to my wife for twelve years and she has dominated me from day one. I was a virgin when I met my wife she is seven years older than me. I didn’t know anything about sex till I met her and she showed me how it was done. The first time I fucked her pussy I had a butt-plug in my ass. She fucked me with a strap-on dildo on are second date. I remember telling her the next day that my asshole is sore and she said don’t worry honey you will be all right. She told me it was normal to be fucked in the ass and she let me fuck her ass too. 

She caught me masturbating one time and from that day on I was to be nude in the house and I am forced to wear six-inch heels and fishnet stockings while doing the housework and other chores. I am also butt-plugged at all times so I can accommodate her 10-inch strap-on when she feels like fucking my asshole. I am allowed to jack-off only on her command and then she must supervise it. She keeps me in a constant state of arousal through a combination of humiliation and sexual denial. You see my wife is also my Mistress and she likes horny chicks with dicks she likes to make me suck their cocks while she fucks them with her dildo.

She won’t allow me to cum but I get to taste the cum of the other she-males. She also likes to talk nasty when she is up behind some she-male fucking them and she is telling me how good it feels to fuck them with her John Holmes super dildo. Sometimes she allows me to get behind her and lick her asshole while she is fucking a she-male. She will also make me and a she-male stand up side by side and jerk on or cocks till they are hard then she takes the heads of our cocks and rubs them together when she spots pre-cum coming out of our cocks she will make us lay down and suck each other, it is OK for the she-male to cum but I am not allowed to. 

If I do cum I am punished, the only time I know for a fact I am going to get to cum is on Friday nights. Every Friday night my Mistress takes me to a club where I am fucked and sucked by men and women. At the end of the night I am covered in man cum, pussy juice and a mixture of other sexual juices. When my wife gets me home on Friday night after I have served a number of other Mistresses, before I shower I am to get between my Mistress legs and clean her pussy and asshole up with my tongue. She is always full of fresh cum and I love the taste of it. After I clean her pussy up she will make me lay down on the bed and she will take her toes and feet and jack my cock off. I will cum all between her toes then I will lick between them and suck up all of my cum. She will take her fingers and run them between her toes and then she will stick them in her mouth, if she tastes my cum I am in trouble and will be spanked. 

So I am damn sure to lick all of that baby-making cum off of her toes. I like it when my wife takes me to one of her Doc Johnson parties, see she also sells sex toys on the side. She has tried every sex toy on the market when she gets done abusing her pussy or ass with a new toy she tries it out on my ass. I personally like the blow up butt-plugs, the one that you stick in your asshole and your Mistress has a hand pump and she can pump the butt-plug up till it is the size of a coke can. She makes me crazy with that toy my cock will start leaking cum out of it when she gets it in my ass and pumped up. I also like the giant double dong she makes me share that with a she-male, she has us lay down butt to butt and she works it up both of are assholes then she will take are cocks and put them together and suck both of them at the same time. 

She calls that a Double Shot Of My Babies Love it feels real good sliding in and out of her mouth while it is rubbing against a hard cock, when we cum it is always at the same time and I can feel the other cock swelling up and pumping cum. One time she slid the double dong in my ass and stuck the other end of the double dong in her cunt. She got carried away that night and made my ass bleed she was ramming my ass so hard then she reached up and grabbed my cock and jacked me off I shot my cum all over her cunt and she rubbed it into her pussy like it was lotion after she jerked the double dong out of my ass she made me suck on her clit till she cum twice then she rolled over and made me tongue her asshole out. OK back to the Doc Johnson parties, a lot of women have never seen a man jack-off when she takes me to these parties she always makes me jack-off in front of the ladies. 

Also she lets the women stick dildos, anal beads, butt-plugs and what ever else they want up my ass. It always sales a lot more sex toys when the ladies are hot and horny and I have always wondered if they went home and fucked there old man’s ass with a dildo. They will always be one lady that wants to make your cock cum and usually it is a mature older woman which is fine with me, my wife always picks one of them out and I just love letting them fuck or suck me. 

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To be continued... 



Sweet Submissive



So this is my first time writing actual sex so please be gentle in your ratings and comments and tell me how I can improve, too. Hope you guys enjoy :). This is a short story so like maybe 4 chapters unlike my other longer stories.

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Sweet Submission: The Claiming 

The sweet smell of blood caught Nolan by surprise. Not that he was surprised by the blood, it was the full moon after all, but the fact that he found the smell to be sweet. As a half wolf shifter and incubus, he had sampled more than his fair share of it but never had it smelled like this. Sweet yet seductive. His wet, wolf's nose was practically quivering as it tried to hone in to the source.

A streak of black fur lurched past him. Apparently his brother Dietrich had caught onto the smell, too. Growling, Nolan went after the bigger wolf, determined to capture his prize first. The black wolf bared his teeth in a feral grin when it noticed that he was being followed in his pursuit. Nolan gave him a warning nip, but continued running towards the source of the smell. While his brother might be bigger, being a half wolf and dragon shifter, they were pretty much evenly matched. Nolan's leaner body allowed for more dexterity and faster movements while Dietrich's muscle heavy body could barrel through any challenge.

Nolan burst into a small, moon light glen followed closely by his brother. At first, they almost missed the small, pure white wolf hiding behind the dead carcass of a boar. Dietrich first spied the wolf as it whimpered and tried to back away from the two very aggressive wolves.

Nolan sniffed even as he stalked his little prey. It looked like the little she-wolf had taken the big boar down all by herself but not without injury. There was a small cut near her rib and dried blood on one of her hind legs. But being a shifter, she was already healing. He growled, wanting more than just a taste of her blood. Nolan could feel both his wolf and demon clamoring for the she-wolf in tandem. Weird, his wolf and demon had never particularly gotten along and he had always struggled to keep them under control. Now it seemed that those instincts were working together to overpower Nolan's control to get to the little wolf.

His brother, too, was having troubling keeping his beast leashed as they both stalked the little wolf. His dragon was fighting to take over. Nolan noticed a dark stream of smoke filtering out of Dietrich's clenched teeth.

The white wolf was backing away but her movements seemed sluggish, almost as if she had to force herself to back away from them. Nolan noticed that her eyes, a stunning violet, were glazed as they darted from one brother to the other. She stopped altogether when she reached the edge of the glen, a low whine escaping her snout. She looked behind her desperately, but she made no further movements. The wolf dropped to her hunches and after a few moment's hesitation, rolled over to expose her belly.

Nolan stopped in his tracks. The last thing he expected his prey to do was show her submission. His brother on the other hand howled in satisfaction.

Suddenly the white wolf barked at them both, telling them to stop. Nolan barked back in a very affirmative no. Dietrich howled his agreement. The wolf rolled over and Nolan growled. He liked her better when she was being submissive. Nolan changed his mind when a second later a naked woman kneeled in front of them with her head down.

The woman had silver hair down to almost her waist, but he couldn't have cared less if she was shaved bald. The moon gleamed off her lithe body, illuminated the slight curves of her breast and hips and throwing shadows over her pelvis. A small crescent shaped burn scar marred her right hip. She most certainly was part of the Crescent Moon Pack, but Nolan had never seen her in the pack gatherings.

Dietrich shifted next to him mid stride and continued to stalk towards her. He kneeled in front of her and tipped her face up to his. Nolan wanted to shove his brother away from the smaller wolf, the sight of Dietrich's swarthy hand next to her pale skin enraging him. His breath came in heavy and labored as he watched his brother's large hand trail down the smooth column of her throat. Nolan didn't even realize he had shifted until he felt the wet head of his cock slap against his stomach. He kneeled next to his brother and faced the object of his sudden desire.

Her violet eyes fluttered back and forth between the two brothers. Her hands remained at her sides, staying perfectly still in Dietrich's gentle hold. She didn't seem to fear the bigger wolf's hold on her neck; in fact she was subtly leaning forward into the touch. Slowly, Dietrich tightened his grip and pushed her backwards onto her back.

"What's your name, little wolf?" Nolan asked in a guttural growl, surprised that he could even get a word out when he had this succulent morsel all laid out bare for him

A tiny, pink tongue darted out and wet her plump lips. Nolan wanted to suck that pink little tongue inside his mouth. Then he wanted that tongue to lick something else, something very hard and throbbing.

"Enaera." The whispered word made both brothers shiver as her sultry voice slipped over their hot skin like molten honey.

Dietrich was the first to recover. "Do you want to run from us, Enaera?" he asked his voice rough.

Enaera nodded her head in jerky moves since Dietrich's hand allowed limited mobility, and then shook it. Then she nodded again but seemed to think it over before she shook it again.

Nolan grinned. Her mind might be confused but her body was screaming out an emphatic yes. The pink tips of her pouty nipples begged for a touch; his touch. Her legs were subtly scissoring against each other, her thighs clenched tight in need. If he inhaled deep enough, he could just catch the musky smell of her desire.

"Do you need help deciding?" Nolan didn't give her a chance to answer as he leaned over her with his hands on either side of head and kissed her. She gasped at the first touch of his lips, unwittingly allowing him the entry he wanted. His tongue plunged into the hot cavern of her mouth, sliding in a tempestuous dance against her timid little digit. The delicious little whimpers and moans vibrated through him and only edged his desire to a boil.

Dietrich had long since released his hold on the wolf's neck, his hands now roaming the rest of her beautiful body. His view of her was mostly blocked by his younger brother's frame blanketing her body, but he didn't let that deter him. Dietrich and Nolan had shared women before, but they had never made a habit of it before. Being hybrids from two species that normally didn't mix had made the brothers infamous before they were even out of their mother's womb and many had sought them out for that matter alone. Dietrich had had no compunctions about taking advantage of his checkered heritage to get him some tail. Both he and his brothers had fucked everything from sirens to rusalkas to vampires and even the occasional human females.

But for some reason, this little wolf with hair like moon dust made him want to more than just fuck her. He wanted to utterly possess her. Dietrich both hated and loved seeing his brother kissing her, a part of him wanting to keep her all for himself while another darker park reveled in her enjoyment of her debauchery. He'd seen the desire slightly veiled by her fear for both of the brothers. And right now, with his cock aching to be inside her hot little pussy, he'd share her if he had to.

His searching fingers caught on the pouty tip of her nipple and he felt her chest jerk just a bit. Smirking, he teased the tip until it was as hard as a diamond. He pushed his brother's body until he revealed part of Enaera's body. His lips closed on the nipple he had been teasing while his other fingers latched on to the other. His teeth scraped against the sensitive flesh and then he bit down just enough to bring her a touch of pleasure-pain. Enaera's hands jerked to his, clutching at his hair in a desperate grip.

"I think this lovely wolf has decided to stay," Nolan said to his brother with a chuckle, but he was still looking at Enaera. She had her eyes clamped shut, her head thrown back and her neck bare. Nolan bent down again to lick at the base of her neck where a faint, blue vein beat franticly with the pumping of her blood. One of her hands moved up to Nolan's shoulder but Dietrich was pleased that she still kept her other hand on him. His hands slid down her smooth torso to her thighs, griping them and jerking them apart.

Enaera gasped and jerked up to a sitting position, dislodging Nolan. She tried to close her thighs but Dietrich's hold was too strong. Nolan scowled at her and jerked her towards him with a rough grip in her hair. He kissed her again and she instantly relaxed against their hands and lips. Her distraction allowed Dietrich to insinuate himself between her splayed thighs. While Nolan lowered her back o ground without breaking their kiss, Dietrich pushed her legs apart to almost a split.

The glistening, pink slit of her pussy begged for his touch, his kiss. The mound was completely devoid of any hair, all smooth and slick from her juices. Leaning down, he inhaled the same scent that had drawn her to him, only stronger. He ran his fingers down the smooth skin, his finger finding the honeyed sweetness of her pussy. Her legs tensed again as if to close, but he was in the way. He thrust his finger into her core, her soft and velvety tissues clamping down on his invading digit. Her hips jerked then began moving in rhythm with his thrusts, seeking more. He licked his way up her thighs, rubbing his nose alone the crease when her thigh and pelvis met.

He could feel her racing closer to her orgasm but he wasn't inclined to give it to her, not yet. He bit the inside of thigh, that pain staving off her climax. Dietrich moved his hand down to his own cock, his fingers shining with Enaera's wetness. Using that as a lubricant, he pumped his hand over his shaft. It was a poor substitute to the pleasure he wanted with her. Impatient, he reared up and pulled her hips to him.

"Nolan, move. I need her now," Dietrich bit out. Thankfully, his brother complied. Enaera's flushed face looked up at him, then darted to his brother.

"It's okay, love. We'll take care of you," Nolan whispered to her as he kissed her hand. Enaera nodded and gulped, before looking back to him. With her other hand she reached out to chest and placed it right over where his heart was beating. He took it and moved it to his face. For the first time he had seen her, she smiled. It was soft and sweet just like her and Dietrich vowed he's do anything to see that expression on her again. He shook his head, wondering where the hell that thought came from. This was just a one-time fuck and he and his brother would be leaving after the full moon. The thought of never seeing her again made him want to howl. 

Realizing he hadn't kissed her yet, he bore down on her careful to keep his weight off her slender body and kissed her. The head of his cock kissed the pink lips of her opening, stretching her labia tightly around his engorged head. He moved his cock in shallow trusts, trying to get her accustomed to his girth. Using both her hands, she clutched at his shoulders. Simultaneously, he plunged into her mouth as he plunged into her tight pussy. Her scream of pain was muffled against his mouth, her hands fisting against his chest.

Dietrich ripped his mouth from hers and looked down at her in astonishment.

A virgin.

Tear filled violet eyes looked up at him but there was no accusation in then. The emotion he saw there made him both want to run and plunge deeper into her body and stay there forever. It was something dangerously close to devotion and ... love? Not wanting to delve deeper into that particular barrel of worms, he kissed her again and told himself over and over again that this was just a fuck. But it was quickly turning out to be the best fuck in his life, no matter her inexperience. Hell, her inexperience was turning him on. No other man had taken her innocence and absurdly, he felt like beating his chest and howling in satisfaction that he was her first lover.

Enaera's hips began to move in slight increments, her untried body naturally undulating to create friction. Grunting, Dietrich pulled out almost to the head of his cock before shoving back in. Nolan gathered her hands in his and pulled them up over her head and trapping them there. The restrains gave her something to pull against, to use as leverage as she thrust back against Dietrich. He left enough space between them that Nolan was able to insinuate his head and take a nipple in his mouth.

Thrusting, Dietrich took the other breast and bit down around the edge of her aureole. Her legs twined around him in a death grip, her heels resting on the small of his back. He was probably being too rough, especially seeing as how innocent she was but he had absolutely no control over his body. The only thing he could think about was the hot fist of her pussy gripping him to heaven. His pounding thrust soon brought her to a screaming climax, her pussy squeezing down on his cock as the velvety walls convulsed. Enaera screamed out, pulling against Nolan's hand and almost bucking Dietrich off. Gritting his teeth, he kept pumping into her and found his release a few strokes later. Keeping in with breaking another of his rules concerning women, he sprayed his come inside her tight grip for the first time in his life. Gasping, he felt part of his cock expanded in a knot as his come spurted deep into her womb. Helpless to stop himself, he moved in small jerky movements and rubbed his knot along her walls. That seemed to make her go wild as her thrashing grew so violent that Nolan had to use both hands to hold her down.

Finally the knot receded and allowed his cock to slip free of hot depths. A stream of his come slipped out of her reddened and raw pussy lips, marking her for all to see as his. He had little time to revel in the beautiful sight as Nolan pushed him away impatiently and took his place between her thighs.

Licking his fingers, Nolan trailed them down her mound to her quivering clit. He tapped it once, making her squirm. Since the saliva of an incubus had healing powers, he quickly moved them down to her vagina and entered her more gently than his brother had done. His slicked fingers soothed her abused tissues.

Dietrich look Nolan abandoned position and kissed Enaera. Nolan could take no more; he had to have her now. Guiding his heavy cock to her pussy, he slowly entered her until his balls slapped against her ass. His brother's come and her own juices slicked the way. Wanting to make it last, he moved slowly with gentle powerful measured thrusts. But Enaera wasn't happy with that. He felt her velvety walls rhythmically squeeze his and Nolan groaned. The little witch was edging him on. He threw his head back and howled even as he came. He let her have his weight as he rested his forehead against her shoulder. Blissfully sated, he licked around her collarbone. He hated that he hadn't made her come. 

But then a knot formed around his cock, something that had never happened to him. Trying to pull out was impossibly, but Eanara gasped as the motion rubbed a particular bundle of tissues inside her. He thrust into her as much as the knot would allow.

Enaera's breath began to grow shorter in length and he could feel her walls tighten further around his length. Felling and overwhelming urge to taste her blood, he didn't think as his canines lengthened and he struck. Dietrich did the same as he too bit her on the other side of her neck. Enaera squeaked, her voice hoarse from her earlier screams of pleasure. She came again for the second time that night. Both men drank from her until they were sated then fell down beside her. Cuddling her, both wrapped an arm around and she contently curled around her two lovers. Their scents mingled with each other until they no longer owned their individual scents. Their combined scent now indicated the mated trio.

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"Holy fuck, they mated her!" Seth Crescent, the beta of the Crescent Moon pack gaped as he took in the sight of their omega entwined between the two visiting hybrids. Nolan Black and Dietrich Talon where the offspring of the werewolf ambassador Julian Black. He had fathered Dietrich with a dragon shifter, creating one of the first dragon and werewolf shifter hybrids. Julian's incubus mate had given birth to Nolan. Neither brother had joined a pack. This was the first time they had come to their pack to change and hunt during one of the full moons. Their paternal grandmother was part of the pack and Seth knew she had influenced them to come to get closer to their roots. Never in a million years would Seth have guessed the two alpha males would have mated the Crescent pack's sweet and submissive omega.

Enaera had a few finger shaped bruises marring her hips and wrists and Seth feared she might have been forced. The small smile gracing her lips said that she pretty damn happy right where she was in the middle of the two brothers. Seth noted with disgust that both of the brother's penises had traces of blood, and Enaera's thighs were stained by her virgin blood. While he was furious that Enaera had been taken advantage of, he and his packmates had to tread carefully here. The two hybrids were an anomaly in their world and their powers were as of yet unknown. And the fact that they were mated meant that only the two hybrids had any say concerning Enaera. 

His brother Andrew, the Alpha-to-be, grunted and kicked at Dietrich's leg. The hybrid's eyes snapped open as he lunged at Andrew. Seth stepped back to avoid any flying punches. He had a pretty face to protect after all. With interest, he noticed Nolan had woken up and placed his naked body between Enaera and The fighting duo. 

Dietrich pinned Andrew to the ground as he pummeled him. Seth winced when one of Dietrich's large fist met in a particularly sickening blow to Andrew's jaw. Smoke filtered through his nose, warning everyone that the hybrid was about to change into his dragon form. Seth motioned for Jaden, the pack enforcer to intervene. Ben, the second beta went to help Andrew up. Andrew hawked up the blood and spit in his mouth and spat at the ground a few inches from Dietrich. Dietrich was about to lunge again when his brother called a stop to the fight.

"Dietrich, stop." The other hybrid's almost inhuman voice startled the small group and stopped Dietrich in his tracks. If Seth didn't know better, that was just an Alpha's voice he heard. But that couldn't be possible. Andrew was going to be the next Alpha and going by the two mating marks on either side of Enaera's neck, the two hybrid brothers were now pack. The pack couldn't have two alphas.

"What the hell is going on?" Dietrich broke the stunned silence as he took his place in front of the two lovers still on the ground. Seth was a little surprised Enaera was still sleeping through this entire ruckus but then she had been screwed by two hybrids the night before. He had to guess that was a bit tiring.

Seth held up hand to Andrew and stepped forward towards the taller hybrid. 

"We can ask you the same thing. This morning, we found our omega missing. Thinking the worst-I mean, I thought she'd been abducted by some satyrs, but turns out its even worst. She's mated not one, but two hybrids." 

Finally tuning into all the tension, Enaera pushed to the sitting position and tried to cover herself with her long hair. Being shifters, the word modesty was a foreign concept to them but Seth could well understand how a lone omega would feel being surrounded by a bunch of shifters that were clothed. He shrugged out of t-shirt and carefully toed around Dietrich, who growled the closer he came to the little omega.