2 comments/ 17672 views/ 2 favorites Careless By: Diagnosis_Suicide You're getting careless, I can hear you climbing the stairs. I struggle to keep my breathing even as I hear footsteps across the hall, and the silence as you pause on the other side of my door. Opening my eyes, I can barely see the faint downwards movement of the door handle as you push it. But I can hear you breathing, it sounds like you're already pretty excited. Stepping into my bedroom, you stop for a second to let your eyes adjust to the darkness, and I can see you before you see me. The now familiar shape of you, glasses glinting in the narrow shaft of light that shines through my now open door, soft fuzz of beard under your chin. And then you close the door, seconds later I feel your weight on the bed, a hoarse whisper. "Have you missed me?" The arrogance. In that split second, I decide that you need teaching a lesson. "Of course I missed you, did you miss me?" I purr at you in the darkness, straddling your body and moving my face closer to yours. I see your eyes widen, as if you cannot believe your luck, and your breathing becomes erratic. I choose this moment to move, snaking my hand down your body I feel the knife in your belt, and before you know what I've done, it's out of your control and in my hand. Panic clouds your face as you watch me raise the blade, and lay it across your throat. 'How does it feel, hm? You like being the powerless one?' You hear me hiss. You close your eyes and wait for the sickening slash, for you to drown in your own blood, but it never comes. Opening your eyes a fraction, you're surprised to see no knife, and instead just me, sitting atop of you with half closed eyes. Then suddenly you feel my teeth in your neck, and lose all power of coherent thought. I release your neck and kiss the flesh softly, soothing the pain, then work my lips around to your mouth. It begins to hit you that you're not going to suffer a slow painful death, and you tentatively kiss me back, softly at first, but getting more confident. You place your hands on my waist, and, not getting a negative response, start to stroke my skin. I work back around to your neck, and bite again, tasting your flesh between my teeth, feeling you stiffen. You're moving your hands down over my hips, and over the generous curve of my buttocks, squeezing gently, and I'm loving it. Shifting position slightly, I can feel the hardness of your cock through your jeans, pressing into my groin. I press my hips down and grind, hearing your sharp intake of breath, and feeling your nails digging into the soft flesh of my ass. Then you move your hands back up to my breasts and squeeze them, pinching my nipples gently between your fingers. But damn it, you're getting too comfortable with this. So I sink my teeth into your shoulder, and growl at you to do what I say. I'm in charge this time, and don't you forget it. Nodding wildly, you look like you're enjoying this far too much. I decide to test how far I can go before you snap, so I order you to strip your clothes off, which you dutifully do, though you're trembling and struggling to keep quiet. I return to you and kiss your mouth fervently, feeling your tongue with mine. I gently bite your bottom lip, and kiss a trail down to your neck. Here I pause for a second, and bite down hard on the muscle. You struggle a little, but I sedate you with a sharp nip on the ear. Moving further down, I stop to pinch your nipple between my teeth, and trace a line down your stomach with my tongue, ending about an inch from the base of your cock. Glancing up at the fascinated, almost fearful look on your face, I set to work. Starting at the base, I glide my tongue up one side of your shaft, and down the other, slowly, giving you time to savour each new sensation. I circle the head, flicking the underside and making you jump, and then covering as much as I can with my mouth, taking it in until I nearly gag. With your cock embedded in the warm recesses of my mouth, my tongue flicks over and under it, tantalising and teasing. I carry this on until I think you are fairly close to coming, and then I stop, sitting back on my haunches. The look on your face tells me that I judged it pretty well, and my stomach jumps. But I won't give in, if you want me, you'll have to beg for me. Panting gently, your eyes slightly glazed over, you seem ready to do so. I move up to your head, and sharply nip your neck. Then I whisper in your ear, tickling you with my hot breath. 'You make me come, and I'll let you fuck me'. I feel you tense up under me, and hear your sharp intake of breath. And then you move, rolling me off of you and stroking the skin at the base of my neck, kissing my throat. A slow spiral of pleasure starts in my stomach, and works it's way down, as do you. You stop at my breasts, and nuzzle around them, taking a nipple into your mouth and rolling it around. I arch my back and shiver slightly, the cold air making my skin turn into goosebumps. You notice this and pull the duvet over us, covering your head. I feel you work your way downwards, kissing a trail across my stomach and along my inner thighs. I open my legs wider, exposing myself to you, and exhaling softly. You draw back, and for a moment I cannot tell where you are. Then I feel your tongue on my clitoris, pressing and flicking gently. I gasp, and push myself down towards your mouth, aching for more. You breathe out, blowing hot air onto me, and insert a finger. I feel myself opening up as you probe, my breathing is ragged and my body starts to shake as you continue licking my clit. I can't take much more of this, I hook a finger under your chin, and bring you up to me. Kissing you, I can taste myself on your tongue, sending me spiralling further into the dizzying heights of arousal. A low growl rumbles in my throat, and I half moan, half hiss at you to fuck me, quickly. You respond immediately, I feel you shudder, then you move back and place your cock at the entrance of my cunt. I look at you through half-closed eyes, and order you to put it in, NOW. You do as I tell you, hard, making me yelp. Placing a hand over my mouth, you sink into me with a sigh, and thrust hard. With your free hand, you grab my breast and squeeze firmly, until you see my eyes widen in pain, then you loosen your grip. I find your fingers with my mouth, and suck on them, making your stomach churn and your groin clench. I roll my hips in circles, your cock pressing deliciously against my walls, and thrust back against you, matching your pace with my own. You take your hand away from my mouth, in order to grasp more of my flesh, and I take this opportunity to sink my teeth into your shoulder, feeling the muscles tighten between my teeth. You curse at me quietly, and return the favour, grabbing the soft skin near my collarbone, rolling it in your mouth, and biting gently. You bite and lick your way down to the valley between my breasts, tasting the trickle of sweat that has collected there, and take my nipple on your mouth. Gripping it between your teeth, you bite ever so gently, making me buck and arch my back under you, then you do the same to the other. With a sudden turn of strength, I push you off me, roll you over, and climb on top. Your cock stands upright, and I hover over you for a second, willing you to beg for me. You stare into my eyes, and say the word I've been waiting to hear all night. 'Please'. I whimper and drop onto you, your cock sliding into me easily. Lifting myself up onto my elbows, I work my hips up and down while you thrust up at me. My breasts hang over you, and you raise your mouth to each in turn, sucking and nibbling. A drop of sweat forms on my forehead and trickles down, until it drops on your chest. Your hands move over my back, scratching gently, and you grab my ass, squeezing roughly, then giving me a sharp slap, which makes me jerk forwards and clench my stomach, tightening my cunt and almost crushing your cock. You increase the speed of your thrusts, and breathe raggedly. I force my hips down on you harder, feeling your cock pulsing inside of me. Your hands grip harder on my ass, and you tell me you're about to come, seconds before releasing a lava flow of hot semen into me. This sends me over the edge, I dig my nails into your shoulder, bite your neck hard to stop myself screaming, and shudder my way through an immense orgasm that leaves me drenched in sweat, but without the energy to lift myself off your chest, where I lay for a few minutes, panting. Eventually you roll me gently onto the bed, get dressed, and leave. I smile to myself in the darkness, you'll be back. Carelessness Has Its Reward She finished folding the last few items of laundry, putting them away, and turning off the television, before going downstairs to check on supper. She was making clam chowder, which she knew He loved. She wanted everything to be perfect for her Master tonight. She would serve Him His favorite wine, and while He relaxed and unwound, she would kneel between His knees and suck His cock until He moaned and released His load of thick, warm semen into her hungry mouth. Oh, how she loved to please her Master. When He was happy, there was nothing better on Earth. It was her job to make sure He was always happy. If she did her job properly, the rewards were great. If she fucked it up, His wrath was greater. Satisfied that the chowder was finished cooking, she turned off the stove and ran back up the stairs to double check that everything was in its place, just the way He liked it. One more look in the mirror told her that her hair was the way He liked it-neat and loose. She left it hanging down her back. She glanced at the clock and smiled. 7:55....He had said He would be home at 8 or so. She went back downstairs to get into the required position. She picked up her kneeling pillow and moved it to where she was required to kneel when greeting Him. Removing her robe, she knelt, spreading her thighs apart and sitting back on her heels. She rested her hands on her thighs, palms up and bowed her head humbly as she waited for the sound of His jeep on the gravel in the driveway. She heard it at 7:57, and smiled with pleasure at the thought of seeing His handsome face. She knew how it all would go. He would enter the house and walk past her, putting His things down on the chair. He would pick up the stack of mail and sort through it. He would then wander into the kitchen and get Himself a soda, stopping to pet His beloved cats. Then He would come back in the living room and circle her, slowly, knowing how uncomfortable this made her. His eyes would take in every inch of her totally exposed body. She would feel so vulnerable, embarrassed, humiliated. He would then lean over and whisper in her ear. "You are such a good girl," He would say. Then He would lean over and kiss her on top of her head, the way one would kiss a cherished child. "Now, pet," He would say, You may look at Me." She would immediately clasp her hands behind her back, pushing her breasts out for His viewing pleasure. Then she would raise her eyes to His. He would lean over her, raise her chin with His forefinger, and look deeply in her eyes before kissing her on the mouth, parting her lips with His tongue. He would push His tongue down her throat and she would suck it as if it were His cock. He would moan into her mouth. Then he would pull away and say, "Suck your Master's cock, little slut" and she would suck like it was her last meal. Sometimes, when she had been really good, He would let her swallow His cum. Other times He would force it down her throat and hold her head still as she choked and gagged on His enormous penis. This tended to make Him harder and He would fuck her mouth without mercy, pulling back occasionally, but only long enough for her to take a small gulp of air, before plunging His cock down her throat again. Then when He could hold out no longer, He would pull His swollen cock out of her sucking mouth and squirt His hot cum all over her face. Sometimes it went in her hair and her eyes and up her nose. She felt honored to wear His cum on her face. She felt honored when He allowed her to swallow every precious drop. In fact when He did allow it, she knelt before Him and bowed her head humbly for a few seconds before thanking Him for feeding her His nectar. When He did honor her with His seed, letting her swallow, it bound her to Him; captivated by His power. Eternally possessed by Him. She continued kneeling, eyes downcast out of respect for her Master. She heard Him disable the security monitor and turn the doorknob to enter. She knew immediately something was amiss. He just stood there--saying nothing. She knew He was looking at her though, as she felt His eyes burning into her. She was afraid to look up. God, how she wished He would just speak--tell her what was wrong. He was angry. The tension in the air was almost visible. She could not figure out what she had done to provoke His anger. She heard Him take a deep breath and in a very controlled voice He said, "I received a call today; apparently you did not send the electric bill out like you were told. So where is it? Did you send everything else or am I going to be getting more calls at work, bitch?" She was frozen. She could not speak or even think. She remembered mailing everything. It was just the other day. How could this happen? She felt His hands grab her hair and yank her head back. "Look at Me when I am speaking to you, bitch!" He growled. She raised her eyes to meet His. "What have you got to say for yourself?" He asked. "Master," she gulped. "I sent the electric bill out with the rest of the bills. It was there, I saw it." He was so angry. She did not know what else she could say. "Go upstairs and wait for Me on the bed. I want you on your hands and knees, head and shoulders down, ass up. You know the position." She got up and ran upstairs and got into the required position. She waited for what seemed hours before He finally came upstairs. In truth it was only a very few minutes. He had cooled considerably. He refused to punish her just to blow off steam. He often would just sit and chill out a bit before He came up to deal with the problem. She heard him open the closet door and wondered what was in store for her. She didn't have to wait long. "It was a big mistake not to double check and make sure everything was there to be mailed." He said, shaking His head. Reaching into His pocket, He pulled out the envelope, which was stamped and addressed and all ready to be mailed to the electric company. She looked at it, not quite understanding where it had come from. "It was under the car seat." He stated. "I gave you 8 things to mail and it would appear only 7 things got mailed. You were very careless, my dear, and of course you will have to be taught a lesson, little one. I am afraid it's going to be a hard lesson." She shivered, thinking that this was so unjust, but not willing to say so audibly. Besides, who was she to decide what was unjust? Maybe she really did need to learn a lesson. It really had been careless of her and she was not usually a careless person. Especially when it came to things of her Master's. She stayed on her knees with her face buried in the pillow, praying He would just do it and get it over with and knowing this was not destined to be a quick lesson. "Now, My little slut, it appears that pain is the only stimulus that you respond to and since I want you to remember this for a long time, this is going to hurt a lot. I think that you can count on it. Of course you can still use your safe word whenever you need to and I will stop immediately. Do you understand this?" He asked. "Yes, Master," she sobbed. "Good" He said. He leaned over her and pushing her hair out of her eyes, kissed her gently on her lips. "Who am I, pet?" He asked. "You are my Master, Sir. You are the One who owns and controls me." she answered, softly. "And what are you, pet?" He asked. "I am Your submissive, Sir. Your slave, slut, servant. Your plaything. Your puppet." she answered. "And who do I love?" He asked. "You love me, Sir." "Yes, indeed I do, pet. Do you realize that what I am doing is perfecting you? Do you know that it hurts me to have to do this?" He was firing off questions at her quickly, and before she answered one, He was asking the next. She wanted to scream, "PLEASE SIR PLEASE JUST GET IT OVER WITH!" but thought that it might not bode well for her if she did, so she kept her mouth shut. Her nerves were taut as violin strings. The air was volatile; charged with electricity, with the tension, the absolute power of One over another, the eroticism of it all. The chemistry between them was explosive. They were inalterably bound One to the other. She waited patiently to receive the punishment He had determined she was due. It came and came hard. The paddle connected with her ass over and over. He kept raising it and paddling her red, sore ass until she thought she would go mad. He did not vary his technique or even where the paddle landed at all. Each paddle fell in exactly the same places, on each of her ass cheeks; one, then the other, over and over again, causing welts to form on her tender flesh. She cried out after each paddle and begged for mercy. "When the appropriate word is spoken, I will have mercy and not before." He said. She knew He was hell-bent on her using her safe word. She was just as determined not to. She had always been so certain that taking His pain, however severe, would make Him happy. She thought for sure if she used her safe word He would not be as happy or proud of her. All she cared about in her entire life was making Him happy. He was all she had and all of her joy and happiness was a direct result of His. She was a stubborn bitch, He thought to Himself. Sometimes He thought it was a control thing with her--that she did not use her safe word because she was trying to have some control in the relationship. For some reason this really pissed Him off. In His view this was pure rebelliousness and there was no place for rebelliousness in a D/s relationship. He decided that He was going to take that control away from her. If she was going to give Him anything, she was going to give Him EVERYTHING; or He was going to take it. She was whimpering softly after each slap of the paddle fell upon her burning flesh. She told herself that eventually His arm would get tired and He would have to stop. He had changed her entire life, everything she'd believed, every dream she had dreamed, even her values. Her viewpoints on every subject were now exactly the same as His. She had virtually lost her identity. He possessed every part of her. It felt so right. She did not miss, in the least, the person she was before she had met Master. She had given Him her very soul. Her mind, her thoughts--He controlled all. She had even given Him her tears, finally. What else did He want? She was about to find out. Suddenly the paddling stopped. She breathed a sigh of relief although her ass was on fire. He leaned over her, wrapped His fingers in her hair and yanked her head back, and in a controlled voice--a voice which chilled her to the bone, He said, "you little fucking whore, all you are good for is to get me off. You are just a hole to stick my cock in. That is ALL you are, you bitch." He screamed in her ear. You certainly can't follow simple fucking directions. So I guess I am going to use your slutty body to get off since I can't count on you for anything else. SO, my little sorry bitch, be forewarned, you thought the paddling hurt but rest assured that was a day at the beach." She was alarmed at the venom in His voice. She was not used to it. Until now, His voice had always soothed her. Now He was scaring her. He knew He was scaring her. He could see the terror in her eyes and it tore at His heart, but He also knew she needed this if she was ever going to learn total submission, which was their goal. He demanded only her complete obedience. He only wanted from her what He knew she wanted to give--her entire being, to be controlled, to be dominated. He would accept no less. "Lay on your back, cunt," He commanded. She turned over and looked at her Master, seeing Him for the first time in His present state of mind. She was surprised not to see hatred in His eyes. As angry as He was and by the sound of His voice, she was sure she would see hatred. All she saw was the same love that was always there when He looked at her. He smiled at her and kissed her tears. She smiled back and breathed a sigh of happiness that He still loved her. She closed her eyes and gave into the delightful feeling of His warm body next to her; His lips kissing her. His hands travelled down both of her arms towards her hands. She lost herself in the sensation and was shocked to hear the clink of the metal handcuffs as they were clasped on her wrists. He lifted her arms over her head and still smiling, He attached a metal chain to the cuffs and attached it to an 'O' ring He had mounted to the wall behind the headboard of His bed. He then instructed her to spread her legs. She spread them apart but not far enough for what He had in mind and He scowled at her and said "useless bitch." He leaned over and smiled again as He kissed her on the tip of her nose and covered her eyes with the black fur-lined, leather blindfold. God, but she was confused. One second He was smiling and kissing her and giving her such warmth and speaking so softly and sweetly to her, and in the very next breath He called her all kinds of things: slut, whore, bitch, cunt, etc. She was almost not able to keep up. In spite of her confusion, she grew wetter and wetter between her legs. She felt Him get off the bed and she lay quietly with her legs spread, feeling very exposed and vulnerable. She heard sounds in the closet and wondered what He was up to. He returned to the bed and placed leather cuffs on her ankles. Then He attached first one and then the other leg to the metal spreader bar that they had never used before. She felt her legs being pulled apart wide, almost beyond what she could even bear. She could only imagine how she looked. She thought she must look horrible, but as if reading her thoughts, He said, "Sweetheart, you look beautiful. You look radiant, lying there so vulnerable and dependant on Me. This is how you should always look and this is how you should always be--exposed and vulnerable to Me." She felt her pussy drip at the sound of His voice and the predicament she was in. As difficult as it was to be in such a position, it was so very erotic to her. She lay there in an almost euphoric state. "Raise your ass," He said, "so I can put this pillow under it". She raised her hips as best she could with her legs apart and restrained. He helped lift her ass off the bed and slid a pillow underneath. If she felt exposed before, she now felt as if He could look inside her and see all her internal organs, perhaps even her soul. "Do you know how hard my cock gets seeing you like this, slut?" He asked. She moaned at His words. He laughed and said, "God you are such a little fucking whore aren't you? You can't get enough of my cock. You can't cum enough. You are such a pathetic fucking bitch. Well, bitch, you are about to get more than you ever thought you wanted." Before she could react she felt Him slam a huge rubber cock in her pussy! She screamed. "OMG, Master, that hurts so much, oh god please don't – please ohhh, stop, Sir. It hurts." He continued fucking her with it and in spite of herself she started moaning. "Look how wet you are. OMG you are fucking drenched. You are truly a pathetic pain slut. GOOD GIRL!!!!!!!!" He began pinching her nipples with one hand and continued fucking her with the other. She felt the clamps being attached to her nipples. He left them on the tightest setting. They were biting into her more than ever before and she realized He must have taken the protective rubber tips off leaving the sharp metal exposed. If she moved too quickly it could take her nipple right off. She lay perfectly still as His hands found their way to her clit. He rubbed it and squeezed it a little bit and then bent His head down between her legs and she felt His warm tongue and hot breath on her very open pussy. He took her clit between His teeth and gently bit it. She moaned and lifted her hips higher to meet His tongue as it licked her clit. Then as quickly as it started it stopped and she felt what she had never felt before--the other set of clamps being attached to her clit. Thankfully He had left the rubber tips on this set. He then attached a chain from her clit clamps to the chain connecting her nipple clamps. If she moved at all she was going to feel it on her nipples and her clit. She tried to lay still and was nearly successful until she felt His tongue connect with her clit again. The sensation was so incredible--like nothing she had ever felt before. She moaned and without thinking she began raising her hips, trying desperately to get more of His tongue on her pussy. "OWWWWWWWW" she cried, as both her clit and her nipples were pulled mercilessly. He laughed in spite of Himself and then reached up and pulled the chain between her nipples. She cried out and her eyes welled up with tears--and her cunt gushed. "You horny slut, look at your little wet pussy. You really love to hurt for your Master, don't you? You love when I yank on this chain, don't you, pet? You love when I slam my cock into your slutty pussy, don't you?" As He spoke, He positioned Himself between her widely spread legs and with no warning, slammed her hard with His massive cock, all the while pulling on the chain between her breasts, which pulled on the clamps on her clit. Her clit was swelling up and the clamp got tighter as it became engorged. He was ramming His hardness deep inside her pussy. When He could no longer hold back, He pulled His cock out and knelt over her mouth, pushing His cock against her lips. "Take Your Master's cum, slut. Swallow it." She opened her mouth and took His cock in deeply, feeling it pulsing against the roof of her mouth and the head of it swelling to massive proportions as His cum flooded her throat. "That's it, baby, suck it hard. Swallow that cum, bitch." She swallowed it all and thanked Him for feeding His slut His precious seed. He held her face between His hands, His orgasm seeming to last forever, as He held Himself deep in her throat. When she had sucked His cock dry, He returned to her clit with His tongue. Godddd it felt sooo good. He sucked her swollen clit between His teeth, biting it gently, in spite of the clamps. "Oh God, Master, i can't hold back this orgasm," she moaned. "NO!!" He screamed. Do NOT cum yet. You do NOT EVER, EVER, EVER cum without My permission and as He said it He yanked the chain hard. She saw stars. The pain was so intense she began crying. He continued to pull on the chain causing excruciating pain. Her tears flowed freely as He continued to pull on her swollen clit with his lips. It was so engorged and the pain from the clamps was so erotic. It was so different than anything she'd ever experienced before...intense pleasure caused by intense pain. She had had pain before--floggings, whippings, paddlings...all of which started off as pain and ended up as pleasure but until now she had never ever had pain and pleasure from two different sources at the same time. She was being propelled by both to near orgasm. She hovered on the edge, waiting for Master to give her permission to fall over the other side into sweet release. He released her clit from between His teeth. "Did you think I was going to let you cum??" He asked incredulously. "Do you think ANY of this is for YOUR fucking pleasure? You fucking little insatiable whore!! Do you think I have just forgotten what you did and am now going to reward you? You are really an amazing cunt, aren't you? As He was hurling these humiliating words at her, He began flogging her on her breasts and belly. He was hitting really hard and the 30 suede tongues of the flogger were biting into her. She had no doubt that her skin was extremely welted. Everytime the flogger came whooshing down, she was terrified one of its leather tongues would stray and hit her face. But Master was very careful not to hit her face or leave any permanent marks on her body. Then she felt a new sensation and she was certain she would die from the pain. He brought the crop down hard on her clit, which, being engorged and clamped, caused agonizing pain. Again and again the crop bit into her clit. She was crying uncontrollably. She had never ever felt such pain. Carelessness Has Its Reward "Let go of it, little one," He said. "Give Me what I want, Baby. You are holding back. I know it hurts, sweetheart. It can't stop until you give up control." All of a sudden she felt her body go limp. She felt herself ascending to an unfamiliar place~a place of warmth and near numbness. It felt like the beginning of an orgasm. She was just hovering there. She could not go over the edge and she could not return, nor did she want to return. She wanted to stay here forever where nothing hurt. She wondered briefly if she was dead. Is this heaven? She tried to speak but could not even summon the energy. She knew she had transcended into that place she had only heard about until now, called subspace, and she had no intention of ever coming back. She would hover here forever in this orgasm-like sensation. Master pulled again on the chain that connected the two sets of clamps. She moaned and smiled. Aahhhh, but that felt good. He knew where she was and wanted to keep her there only as long as it was safe. He did not want her to get to the point of no return and would not let her. He bent down and began licking her clit and sucking it between his lips again. She moaned and moved her pussy up to his lips as best as she could. Then it happened....she felt herself spiraling off the cliff and the orgasm started moving from her toes and up her legs, into her belly. She felt the burn deep inside. She began shaking violently in a non-stop earth-shaking orgasm. Just as it began to peak, he yanked off the clit clamps, releasing the flow of blood and causing incredible pain and pleasure, unlike anything she had ever felt before. She screamed and rocked against Him. Ohhhh God....She could not stop cumming. Wave after wave of intense pleasure rocked her. When it finally subsided, she was near exhaustion. They lay together for what seemed like hours, holding each other tight. "I'm so sorry, Master, for not being more careful." she said sadly. "Shhhh, little one, it's over and you have learned an important lesson. He smiled down at her, lovingly. He realized with a smile that His little minx still had not uttered her safe word. "One day," He told Himself, "I will extract it from her." One day. They fell asleep in each other's arms. :)