12 posts tagged “submission”
He tells me in the morning, he is wearing his “sexy” undies. This spurs many naughty thoughts in my mind. Thoughts of dominating him. The feeling stays with me all day. My mind is blasted with visions of belts, cocks, him on all fours, floggers, spankings and more. So I leave for home from work with every intention of making him mine for the evening.
On my way home, I text him the orders of our evening.
I sit here, wanting to write. Not sure what to say. How can I say it?
I squeeze my thighs together and feel the bruising. A slight tinge of discomfort. I run my hand along my left inner thigh, very sensitive, the tinge grows deeper. In front of the mirror my thighs display the secrets I do not share. Three marks. Three bruises. Three lines, made by a crop. The outer edge, a red and the inside a blue. At the end of each bruise are two more marks. Two dots of red pinching skin. This is where the clothes pins laid. Only briefly, only temporarily. One by one they were removed from my body. Removed by the sharp sting of the crop.
Changes have happened. For those of you who have not read what Sylvanus has written previously, (and may I just say you should, he is so talented when he writes) he has embraced his dominance. He no longer wishes to deny what he is. He loves to dominate me, my mind and my body, and so together we journey into this new world together.
Perhaps it is easier to explain why one would want to dominate. Seems easy enough doesn’t it? To dominate means power and control. To have someone do the things you desire from them. No questions asked, your wish is their command. Of course it’s not that simple, it’s all very complex, but mine is not to think of dominance, mine is to think of submission.
So how do I explain my submission? When so many people would read the things he does to me and cringe? They ask why on Earth would I allow him to do such a thing to me? Do I not love myself enough?
It has nothing to do with that and yet as I sit here trying to describe what it is I feel when he dominates me… I can’t. I am what I am, a submissive. It’s not what he does to my body, but what he does to my mind. When I run my fingers over my marks and I can feel the pain, my mind goes back to him, to Sylvanus, my lover, my Dom. I took this from him, because it pleases him to see me take this pain from him. He gets aroused as he sees me squirm from the touch of the crop. Watches my body shiver and get above the pain and then I settle down and ready myself for another hit. But it pleases me as well. Sometimes I ask him to hurt me, because I like the feel of it. Perhaps I am a masochist.
I can not explain what it is I feel when he Dominates me. It’s not always about the pain. Like I said, it’s what he does to my mind. I yearn to submit to him, to just do as I’m told. To sit at his feet. To service his cock. To just be.
Sylvanus came up with a wonderful way to display my submission to others. He wants to create a three course meal, that will be displayed on my nude body and guests will be invited to come over. But that is not my idea to share, as it goes much deeper than this, it is Sylvanus’s masterpiece and I wish him to share it when the words come to him.
I am what I am. I may not always understand why I am submissive. Does it need explanation? I think not. Sometimes, it’s just better accept. Sometimes you just need to “be”.
The intercom on her phone buzzes.
“yes sir?” she clicks to answer.
“Come into my office please.” his voice sounds irritated. She knows she’s in trouble. She hesitates, but enters his office.
“Yes, sir?” She whispers, barely able to look at him.
“Miss Mina,” he begins. She cringes at the way he addresses her. “Miss Mina, you have been with us for a year now, but within the last few weeks, I have watched you come into work late on a regular basis and your lunch hours have gone on quite longer than an hour. Now, your work production has not been affected, however, this behavior can not be ignored.”
She looks at her feet. Her small feet in her black heels. She does not see his eyes. She does not see him watching her. His eyes move from her hair tightly held up in a bun at the top of her head. He looks at the way her glasses make her look sexy, his eyes graze her breasts inside the white buttoned down blouse. His eyes run her curves, down her black, knee length skirt, down her light black panty hose, to her shoes. His cock twitches and he jumps back to reality.
“I’m afraid we’ll have to let you go.”
“No no,” she begs him. “Please I need this job.” Her eyes well up. She looks at him. It changes him. “There must be something else?” she continues her plea. “Please…. Sir?”
Suddenly, he looks at her with new eyes. How could he have not seen it in her before?
“Yes, Miss Mina.. there is something we can do.”
Her body relaxes slightly. She feels a new excitement. She had been right about him all along.
“Stand at my desk. Palms down. Back to me.”
She does as she’s told. Places her hands down on the desk.
“Now lean forward… I want you bent over my desk. Keep those palms planted.”
She leans forward, holding her breath, she sticks her ass out a bit, arching her back. This causes her skirt to lift a bit. She wants him to notice the secrets she keeps.
He walks over to her, leans over and she can feel his breath on the back of her neck. He breaths her in deeply and moans with her scent. She shivers beneath him and closes her eyes. She gasps as his hand makes contact on her skin, just at the back of her right knee. His hand creeps up her stocking, crosses over to the inside of her right thigh and he pauses when her stockings break to reveal more skin. He chuckles a bit at the thigh highs. His cock grows erect when he continues and feels her garter belt.
“Aren’t we a sexy little office slut?” These were the first dominant words she had ever heard him speak to her. They made her melt. She arched her back even farther and spread her legs even wider.
“Yes Sir.” Her words came out in a moan.
His hand continued up to her cunt. He could feel her wetness dripping down already and realized it was because she wore no panties. He moaned loudly, running his fingers along her pussy lips, letting her feel that he was pleased with her.
“I never knew I had such a wonderfully, submissive slut right outside my door.”
He removed his hand and hiked up her skirt, admiring her from behind. She was clean, of course, no touch of hair anywhere. He spread her cheeks just a bit. Saw the wetness from her tight cunt. Saw her tight asshole. He would have all of this…maybe not all today, but one day.
“I’m going to punish you now Mina” he walks away to his umbrella stand.
“yes Sir.” she replies.
He pulls out a previously concealed switch and joins her once more. “Arch your back mina, real good, so it hurts and stay still.”
“yes sir”, she replies.
“Count them for me mina.”
“yes sir”
He let’s the first blow land, taking it easy at first.
“one” she can barely count through her adoration.
*swat* this one much harder.
“two”
*swat*
“three” Easy enough, she thinks.
*swat*
“four”
*swat*
“five” her back is hurting now.
The switch hits the small of her back. “ARCH mina ARCH”
She corrects herself.
“where were we on the count mina?”
“five Sir”
“AH yes!” *swat right on her backside once more* “Five”
*swat*
“six” she pants.
*SWAT* They grow harder now.
“se…. ven”
*SWAT* painful
“ei…gh….T” Her fingers dig into the wood.
*SWAT SWAT* the blows land across her fingers. He moves so fast she never saw it coming. She yelps in frustration. “Palms FLAT mina!”
“yes sir,” she pants.
“Where were we on the count?”
“eight Sir.”
“Yes” *swat* back to her backside. “Eight it is.”
*SWAT*
She yelps in pain, her ass colored in pinks and reds. “NINE”
*SWAT*
“ten” the words come out strained. She is moaning.
“Yes mina, ten swats of punishment. Do you feel better now?”
“Yes, sir”
He puts the switch back in place and approaches her heated cheeks. She hears him unzip and his pants fall to the floor. She dare not look back. She hears him stroking softly. His hand dips into her wetness and his stroking grows louder, now being well lubricated. His breathing becomes broken. He pants.
“I’m going to fuck that tight cunt of yours. Would you like that mina?”
“yes sir”
He moves in and rubs his cock head along her slit. His large hand trails along her back and up to her bare neck. His fingers wrap around her neck and apply pressure. He thrusts into her hard. She bites her lip and grunts. Her eyes shut tight. One hand holds her hip, the other grips her neck. She has never felt so used or dominated in her whole life. She has never been so happy.
Thrust after thrust he pounds into her, grunting in time with his motions. She takes him. It doesn’t take him long to pound the last final thrust into her. He growls from deep within his throat. She feels his cock explode within her. Slowly he lets go of his submissive possession. He backs away.
“It’s ok mina, we are done here.”
She straightens herself up, pulls her skirt down. His cum already runs down her thigh.
“I think you have learned your lesson mina?”
“yes Sir”
“If you do this again, you will be punished once more.
“yes sir”
“Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir,” She grins. “When I do this again I will be punished.”
She leaves his office, smiling as the lunch hour approaches.
-
Completely.
I have been fucked in the ass before… it happened 13 years ago, with the same person whom I gave my virginity to. I was young and naive then. I gave my ass to him because it was what he wanted. It did nothing to me. It was uncomfortable and I endured it for him. And as far as I can remember… he never did cum in my ass.
Later in life, maybe about 4 years ago, I encountered a lover who wanted to fuck me, but refused to because I was on my period. So he had the great idea to fuck me in the ass instead. I was of no state of mind and so his attempts failed. He and I have never actually fucked, in any sense of the word.
When Amorphous and I met, of course many topics of sex were discussed. One being anal. I told him I did not find pleasure in it and would prefer not to do it. He told me, it did not interest him. It was, afterall, fucking me in the ASS. The thought of putting his cock in my ass was not a turn on to him.
However, things change, as things will often do. As I found myself embracing my submission, I realized I wanted to give myself to Amorphous completely and that included my ass. I confessed this to him. That if he wanted it, it was his to have. I wanted him to. At that time, he told me it was still not something he was interested in…. but that soon changed as well.
He soon told me, he desired to take me. He desired to fuck me in the ass. To take all of me as my Dominant, as I will give all, as his submissive.
And so we began my anal training. I got a larger butt plug. Sometimes during my submissive sessions, Amorphous would lube me up and push my plug into me. I would pant and whimper. I’d hold it in as best as I could. My fingers gripping the sheets. Amorphous’s voice in my ear, soothing me, telling me I’m a good girl. Encouraging me to hold it. But I always let it go before he allowed it. I could hear the disappointment in his voice. “I can’t fuck your ass till you hold this plug.”
Last night, after spending our lunch hour engaging in “Twitter sex”, building up our foreplay, Amorphous and I went into the bedroom.He surprised me, by first giving me a good beating. My skin burned as it welted. Kneeling before him, I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him. I love feeling the heat of my welts as I suck his cock.
He tells me to “Get on the bed. On all fours. Facing away.”I get on the bed as I’m told. He’s not satisfied. “You’ve seen ‘Secretary‘, get in position.”
I do as I’m told. I hear him reaching for the lube. I feel him squirt some on his fingers and he begins lubing up my ass. Only, something is different. He is using much more than usual. I hear him squeeze more lube out, but this time I hear him stroking his cock. Immediately I’m thinking… “this is it!”
“I am going to fuck you in the ass.”
I feel him press the head of his cock against my asshole. He pushes in slowly. My body rejects this new sensation. I tighten up as he pushes forward. My eyes get shut tight, my fingers fist the sheets, I am whimpering and squirming. “No I can’t do this.. I can’t.” I am disappointed that I can’t give Amorphous what he wants.. it’s too much… I’m too uncomfortable, I’m going to have to ask him to pull …
wait
what is this?
Suddenly, as he pushes in a little more and holds place, the discomfort evaporates. He holds himself still. Allowing my body to adjust. I feel his cock inside my ass and my body begins to relax. I push back into him just a little, and that feels even better…
And this is where the hottest part of the evening occurs… feeling his cock in my ass, I slowly push myself into him. His cock moving deeper into my ass. Until finally I grunt in pleasure at the feel of his skin against my backside, knowing I have taken him in completely.
He begins rocking back and forth, not moving much within me, allowing my body to adjust. I am enjoying it. Inside my mind is saying, “I am taking it. I’m doing it!” Yes, I’m rather proud of myself.
Amorphous begins to get a bit braver with me and starts thrusting more. He moves his cock farther along. Picks up the pace just a little.
As for me, I am loving it. Loving what he is doing to my mind. Loving what he is doing to my body. My mouth breaks free and speaks once more… the filth comes pouring out, “Your fucking me in the ass baby. You like fucking me in the ass? I want you to cum in my ass!”
He keeps his pace. I want him to cum so badly. I am panting and moaning. It feels good to feel his cock stimulating that part of my body.
He slows down… and begins pulling out more… finally my body can’t handle it anymore… and I have to push him out.
-
We collapse on the bed together, happy with our “first time”. Next time, will be even better. Amorphous won’t have to worry about how I’m doing so much. I just take great satisfaction in knowing I can take him in the ass and I can find it pleasurable.
baby girl sits on a pretty pink pillow, hunched over, underneath Daddy’s desk. Her eyes watch him as he paces his home office, busy discussing business. Nude, the only article on her is a heavy chain. Attached to the desk leg, it wraps around her neck and is clasped. She feels the weight of it on her thin body. She feels the weight of Daddy’s ownership over her. From time to time, Daddy treats her more as his pet, than his baby girl.
He stops his pacing long enough to look at his baby girl, his office pet. He grins through his conversation as he sees baby girl shyly grinning at him. He is aware of his little “pacing” habit.
Soon the call is over and he walks back over to the desk. baby girl, moves back underneath as Daddy takes his place once more at his desk. He moves his chair forward, baby girl moves to accommodate his legs, the chain being the only sound she makes. As he settles in place, baby girl nuzzles against him and contently sighs. She enjoys napping like this, at his feet, while he works.
“You aren’t planning on napping right now, are you baby girl?” Daddy interrupts her idling mind.
“I plan on doing what you wish of me Daddy.” She quietly answers.
“Good,” He smiles and continues. “I am going to need your help in breaking my pacing habit while I am on this conference call.”
He pushes his chair far enough back to allow baby girl to get out from underneath the desk. He pats the desk top and she quickly gets up onto the desk. She assumes her normal desk sitting position. Legs spread, with feet up on desk so that her knees are up by her head. She looks like a sitting frog like this, she hates how open and vulnerable she is.
Daddy looks at her open cunt. She can feel his eyes staring at her womanly folds. She blushes at the amount of focus he has. She feels her juices spill forth. She bites her lower lip, ashamed at how aroused she is getting.
“Look at you baby girl, my little office pet,” He snickers. “Look how aroused you are getting. Such a pretty little cunt.” His finger runs her slit and dips inside. “So wet too.”
His phone rings, Daddy gives baby girl a look that she understands well. She must obey in silence. Daddy must work now. Daddy places his ear piece in place to take the call and inserts two fingers into baby girl’s cunt. She whimpers softly, which results in a warning glance from Daddy. Quickly, she inhales and bites her lower lip, silencing herself.
Daddy’s voice echos in the home office as he begins discussing business once more. His fingers work skillfully in and out of her cunt. She focuses on the pleasure he is giving her. She squeezes her inner muscles around his fingers. But she must be careful, she mustn’t cum, not unless he tells her to.
He withdraws and begins pacing the room as the discussion grows louder, perhaps a bit frustrating. baby girl holds her position, as she watches Daddy begin pacing the room. His arms begin to wave over his head. His voice rises. Daddy is getting angry.
baby girl hates seeing Daddy angry. She watches him pace the room for minutes, until she can’t take it anymore. “I am going to need your help in breaking my pacing habit while I am on this conference call.” His words echo in her head. Desperate to make his frustrations dissipate, she knocks his paper clips to the floor… they scatter everywhere, the paperclip holder makes a loud “thud” as it hits the desk.
Daddy pauses in his conversation and looks at baby girl. She mouths the words, “Im sorry”. She goes to jump off the desk to pick up her mess. But he stops her. While continuing his conversation, he tells her to take her position once more on the desk, only this time, she is motioned to sit behind his wireless mouse. He brushes her cunt with his fingers as he uses the mouse to bring up reports, supporting his business argument. She feels her wetness grow and just prays it isn’t dripping all over his mouse. He inserts his fingers once more as he continues his discussion. Things seem to be winding down.
Daddy looks at her and taps her leg, she knows this signal. She scurries off the desk, her chain clanking against the hard wood, she cringes at her mistake. She flips over and presses her breasts against the desk top, her cunt pressed against the desk, her legs spread wide and her feet planted firmly to the floor. She thrusts her ass out as far she can. Daddy puts the call on mute for one second as he sends a blow to her ass. She holds her silence well and he takes the phone off mute once more.
She waits for his next move. Suddenly she feels something cold and odd insert into her cunt. She tries to think of what it could be… in horror, she figures it out.. it is the paper clip holder. Daddy has somehow managed to insert it into her cunt. She blushes. She listens to him speak and then he places the call on hold.
“baby girl, get on the floor. And DON’T let that holder fall out!”
She obeys and get on the floor, her muscles holding on tight, trying her best not to let the thick, oddly shaped object fall out.
“Collect the items you have dropped while on all fours you office slut of a pet!”
Quickly she collects the fallen paper clips. “Oh my” she thinks. “They really have gotten everywhere.” One by one she places them in her left hand. Daddy goes back to his phone call. Slowly, her left hand becomes too full with the paper clips. What will she do?
Daddy leans down and offers his hand for the clips, she pours them in and he moves behind her. Surprised, she hears them as they are put back into the holder, the holder that is now in place in her cunt.
She continues her clean up as Daddy continues his conversation. One by one she picks them up, hands them over to Daddy and he places them inside her “cunt holder”. Not satisfied by her work at times, Daddy takes some of the clips and throws them back on the floor. He just wanted to keep her busy as he finished off his phone call.
As the last clip is placed in the cunt holder, Daddy finishes his call.
He looks at his office pet. Face down on the floor, palms forward, head between her elbows. She tries so hard to hold still, her wetness is making the paper clip holder slowly slide out of her cunt. Squeezing her muscles any harder will just make it pop out all together.
“Such a little office slut you are.” Daddy speaks sternly. “But you have pleased me as my pet.” He removes the holder from her cunt. “You have a clever way of keeping me from pacing my pet.”
“Yes, Daddy.” she answers.
He bends down and takes her chin in his hand. He kisses her forehead. “Baby girl you have made me happy today as my office pet. You can go nap now.”
“Thank you sir.” baby girl smiles and crawls underneath the desk. Daddy takes his place once more and she snuggles against the warmth of his legs. She falls asleep with thoughts of Daddy in her head and the sound of tapping keyboard keys in her ears.
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There were many things I didn’t understand but have come to understand today. Self discovery is an amazing thing. Ask me 2 years ago if I saw myself being a sub and gladly being belted, I would have thought you to be crazy. Though I admit those feelings have always been within me and it’s interesting to see how time releases desires at the most appropriate times.
Today, I live and thrive being a sub. I enjoy being told what to do. I enjoy being used for his pleasure. I derive my own pleasure from his. I would have never thought that getting belted or cropped would cause me so much arousal, but it does, and I do not need to know why. It just is.
Last weekend an event happened, but my posting of it got a bit sidetracked with last week’s subject matter of D/s and abuse. (scroll down if you missed it).
Amorphous and I were sitting on the couch, I had decided it was shower time, but before I left, I just needed to show Amorphous my affection for him and so I jumped on his lap. I straddled him, facing him. I leaned in and kissed him and then.. things slowly began to turn.
Our shirts came off and I suddenly felt this sedation. My whole mind and body felt sedated, sedated by lust. I watched him through my lust clouded eyes. My fingers trailed his skin.
I allowed my thumbnail to dig in and I trailed it from belly button to shoulder blade in a nice expanding arch. What happened next is an image that I will never forget.
After trailing my thumb nail I watched his white chest as a pink line slowly emerged and grew. Right before my eyes, seconds later, his flesh began to change color. I was suddenly delighted by this. I did it again… and seconds later, I watched as his flesh changed color.
This consumed me. Watching his white chest turn pink fascinated me. I giggled like a little girl. My hair fallen over my eyes, barely covered what was far from innocence. It was lust. I was lusting to see his skin painted by my colors and for one instant, I suddenly understood why Dom’s decide to pick up a knife and gently carve the flesh of their subs. I suddenly knew what it felt like to look at perfect, porcelain skin and watch it change color. I dreamed of what it would be like to to trail a knife blade over his flesh and watch the small beads of blood as they formed.
I giggled more from this thought and let my painted flesh lust consume me. My fingers dug and raked across his skin, he hissed at me. The night was changing directions once more. I wanted him to hurt. I dug my nails in deeply. My teeth clamped down on his skin. I bit his nipple, I bit his shoulder, he hissed and squirmed and pushed me away. (hehehe he would not do well as my sub, I can see I can take the pain far better than he).
The both of us were consumed by inflicting pain in the other. He slapped me, urging me to do the same to him. And no I couldn’t. The sub in me just couldn’t raise a hand to him. He slapped me continually, taunting me, saying things like, “you’re just gonna take it?!?” At one point he went to slap me and my hand went up to block him. I knew it was the wrong thing to do, I braced myself for what would come, but thankfully, this did not anger him.
We continued like this, in our lustful sedation. Both of us wanting to inflict pain on the other, it spurred us into the bedroom, where we took each others bodies and drove out the orgasmic demons from within.
Daddy is hosting a party at his elegant home. He just sealed the deal on a job project and there is much celebration in order. He invited all his close friends and co workers. baby girl is amongst those present. Only she is no baby nor girl tonight. Tonight she is a woman. Her long brown hair done up elegantly on her head, exposing her delicate neck. She wears a black cocktail dress that accentuates her body. She is a stunning vision of a woman.
Daddy watches her, knowing that beneath that womanly cover is his baby girl.
baby girl is pouring herself another glass of wine in the kitchen when Daddy approaches her from behind. His hand rests firmly on her arm and she lowers her glass down to the counter. His lips touch her ears as he says, “In the bedroom now baby girl. Wait for Daddy. Wait for Daddy like the bitch in heat I know you are.”
baby girl responds with a nod “yes”, her dangly pearl earrings swaying. She leaves the kitchen quickly and undetected and heads for the master bedroom.
Once inside, she strips herself bare, lays herself down on his bed and positions herself as Daddy intended. Her elbows and face pressed against the matress, her ass in the air, her back arched, pushing her wet cunt out. Yes, this is what Daddy likes. But she must wait. It feels like hours, when only minutes have passed. Being told to wait excites her, it arouses her. She feels the wetness build between her thighs. She blushes at her outward arousal. “Wait for Daddy” The sentence turns her to a puddle.
The door opens and she keeps her eyes forward, knowing that is what a good baby girl does.
“WIDER.” She hears his voice booming. She spreads her knees as far apart as she can, while still being able to push her cunt in the air.
“Look at you baby girl. Are you wet for Daddy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers.
“You are a vision. Isn’t she?” And baby girl realizes there is another body in the room with them. She blushes and panics but does not turn around to look. That would be forbidden. She wants to bury her face into the matress and hide.
“Yes, she is stunning.” She doesn’t have to look. She knows who it is. It is Daddy’s best friend and business partner. The only person that she is aware of that also knows her as Daddy’s baby girl.
“Go ahead, touch her. See how wet she gets just waiting for Daddy.”
baby girl feels Daddy’s friends hands on her ass. He feels his fingers as they run up and down the slit of her cunt. She can hear his breathing grow rapid.
“No no… really touch her, observe her, like this!” Daddy moves behind her and she feels his hands on her backside. They go low and spread her cunt lips wide.
“Ah look at her. Look at how wet she is. God dam baby girl! Have you no self control? Go ahead stick your finger in there.”
baby girl gasps as she feels the friend’s finger slip into her wet cunt. It dives deep inside her. Her muscles clamp down around him and she feels him wiggling inside her. She grunts.
“Fuck she has a wet and TIGHT cunt!” the friend gasps… almost in excitement.
“You think her cunt is tight, wait till you see her ass!” Daddy’s hands slide up to her ass and spread her cheeks wide. It’s almost painful. “Look at that tight, virgin ass. One day I am going to fuck that tight ass of hers and she is going to love it. My cock is going to be buried deep inside of baby girl’s ass and I am going to cum so hard, claiming that ass as mine. Watching my cum spill out of her.”
She feels fingers play with her asshole. They poke around her ass, they go inside, just to the tip. She is panting now, and still she gets wetter still.
“Fuck she is getting even wetter.” She hears his friend exclaim. Daddy steps away and moves around to the other side of the bed, she can see him now. She looks into Daddy’s eyes.
She feels his friend’s hands back on her cunt. Now he prys her apart. His fingers dig into her cunt. He is getting rough with her, losing control, getting to excited. She feel his hands go to her hips and he pulls her into him. Her cunt slams into his erection as it’s pressed against the fabric of his pants. He holds her there, pressed against him as he slowly rock his hips back and forth, mocking a fuck.
“I want to fuck her tight cunt.” he whispers.
“Not tonight,” Daddy interrupts. “baby girl is not for fucking tonight. You better wash up. It seems baby girl has made you rather wet with her cunt juices. Your wife may not be appreciative.”
“No I suppose she wouldn’t.” The friend backs away from baby girl, taking his cue that the fun is over, but not before ramming his fingers once more in her cunt. “Thank you. You have a wonderfully tight cunt.” He exits the room quickly.
Daddy releases baby girl from her position and she sits up to face him. “You are a wonderful baby girl. You make Daddy proud every day. One day he will fuck you … maybe. We shall see how much I want to share my baby girl. But not tonight. Not until he respects that you are much more than a tight wet cunt.” He smiles and kisses baby girl on the forehead. “Come, get dressed and let’s go back to the party. No panties though. I want to be able to feel that wet violated cunt of yours throughout the night.”
With a smile baby girl gets dressed and once more joins the crowd as the woman she is. She shares a secret now with two other people in the room. Once more her cunt floods with juices, her face blushes and Daddy’s hand sneaks up her dress and presses into her cunt. How she loves her Daddy.
baby girl kneels before him, legs spread as wide as she can make them, her hands behind her head, fingers laced. Her incredibly long, brown hair carefully done up in pig tails. That, and the fact that her cunt is bare, are the only “baby” things about her. Daddy prefers her clean and bare. He prefers it for himself as well.
baby girl struggles to keep herself still, her knees digging into the floor. She keeps her eyes down, her mind focused, perhaps that will help.
“Do you know why Daddy has asked you to come, baby girl?” His voice breaks the silence. She shakes her head ‘NO’, her pigtails sway back and forth. “Daddy’s had a long, rough day and he would like to feel better. Would you like to help him feel better baby girl?”
Her large brown eyes look at him. She bites her lower lip, suppresses a grin and nods her head ‘yes’, trying to hold back her girlish enthusiasm.
Daddy grins and chuckles to himself. “You are my good girl, baby girl. My good baby girl.” He reaches for his slacks, baby girl watches as he first unbuckles his belt, causing her to hold her breath, unbuttons and then unzips. He lets his slacks fall to his knees, taking his briefs down with them. His cock semi erect proudly hangs before her.
Daddy moves closer, placing one hand behind baby girl’s head. He nods and she takes her hands down. He lets his fingers twiddle her hair briefly.
baby girl knows what Daddy likes, she begins as best as she can. She moves forward and covers the head of his cock with kisses. She moves down his shaft and covers his entire cock with even more kisses. Her hand moves up and she begins gently stroking him while kissing him, wanting him fully erect. It doesn’t take long. She slides one hand to his balls, giving them a tight squeeze. Her other hand grips the base of his cock as she takes her tongue and licks his shaft from bottom to top over and over again. He moans gently. She lets her tongue swirl over his cock head. He watches her piercing shine in the light.
“More Daddy?” She quietly asks, there is an innocence in her look.
“Yes baby girl,” he answers, patting her on the head. “Much much more.”
baby girl pauses for a moment and wraps her lips around Daddy’s cock head. She takes him in deep, swirling her tongue around him. She pulls him out, then back in. She pumps him gently. In and out, in and out. Her hand keeping up the rhythm of her deliciously loud sucking. His cock head comes out of her lips with a “pop” each time, before she plunges herself back onto him. Her breathing grows rapid as she exerts herself.
“Oh baby girl, you suck daddy’s cock so good.”
She feels his hands come to either side of her face. He grips the ponytails at her sides. He holds her still. She stops and looks up at him. Her big brown eyes filled with concern.
“Open wide.” he tells her.
baby girl does as she is told and opens her mouth as wide as she can get it. Slowly, Daddy takes over. Pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. He picks up speed and begins plunging deeply. She chokes and gags as he hits the back of her throat. But he is gone just as quickly as he pressed in. Over and over again Daddy fucks baby girl’s face. All she can do is hold her mouth wide, her muscles are tired, her mouth is small, his cock is so thick. She winces everytime he grazes her teeth.
Daddy feels her teeth with each thrust. He doesn’t care. He would rather make his cock bleed than stop fucking his precious baby girl.
Finally, he plunges in deep. He takes her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat. baby girl gags and chokes. Daddy pulls out long enough to allow her to catch her breath and then he plunges back in. baby girl gags once more, only this time a quiet moan escapes her mouth.
“Ssshhh, shhh, baby girl,” Daddy assures her. “You are making Daddy very pleased.”
baby girl looks up at Daddy, her brown eyes filled with tears, her mouth gagging on his cock. He pulls out once more and plunges in deeply one last time. He feels the muscles of her mouth and throat around his cock.
He begins face fucking her again. His pace grows faster. He begins grunting. Until finally he pulls out, stroking his cock. “I’m gonna cum on my baby girl.”
baby girl watches his cock excitedly as the first burst of cum shoots out and hits her in the face. Over and over each spurt lands on her face. She is smiling as best as she can.
Daddy takes his cock and presents it to baby girl. She does not hesitate to suck it clean for him. She does not hesitate to milk every last drop out of him and take in his taste.
“You have pleased Daddy so very very much, baby girl.”
-
He leads me, naked, to the folding chair. He orders me to “sit!”, in his Dominant, stern voice. I do as I’m told.
He puts my black collar on, with leash. Inside, my body shakes with anticipation. I can not help but giggle and grin. I am so bad as a sub sometimes.
“Hands at your sides, palms down on the side of the chair.”
I move slowly and carefully, my wrists pressed against the side of the chair. My fingers curled underneath.
He moves away and then pulls out a ribbon. Carefully he weaves it through the chair and binds my wrists to it.
He pulls out another ribbon and kneels down. I naturally spread my legs. I have learned well. He looks at my cunt and grins, but then focuses his attention to my ankles. He presses them against the legs of the chair and weaves the ribbon through, binding them as well.
He looks back up at my cunt and smirks.. “Wet already, slut?”, he remarks. “Look at you, can’t even be properly prepared.”
I bite my lip as his face moves close to my cunt. He breathes in. He can smell my arousal. He loves that… and so do I. He stands, runs his hand up my slit and chuckles. I moan with need. It’s been only 5 minutes and already I want him to fuck me!
He grabs my leash and yanks me forward. I gaze at him. He pushes his finger, wet with my cunt juices into my mouth. “Taste your lust, you slut.” My tongue works quickly around his finger. He lets go and steps back.
He reaches for …. the crop.
“Just because I love leaving marks all over your body. Watching as my artwork rises from your flesh.”
I gasp and savor his words… “Watching as my artwork rises from your flesh.”
His first crop takes me by surprise. I gasp as it hits my stomach. Over and over again he hits my stomach in all different places. I can’t move. I look away, shut my eyes and moan. I feel the heat rising in my flesh, I feel his “art” coming to life.
He moves down, to my thighs. Inner, outer, all over. He is unforgiving. Down to my calves and over my feet. I am heated all over. I am aching … and yet I know that I am wet.
He stops, and pulls me forward by the leash once more. It pulls my attention back and to him. I open my eyes and turn to look at him.
Holding my leash in his left hand, he raises his right hand with crop and smacks my tit. “Ungh!” the pain is instant and it stings. My nipple throbs. I close my eyes and look away. He grabs me by the chin and forces me to look at him. “Look at me, slut!” He orders. “Keep those eyes open.”
I look at him as he lets go of me. He steps back and raises the crop once more. It takes everything I have to keep my eyes open when he crops my other tit. I yelp, I squirm, I moan, but I do not let go of my stare into his eyes. His eyes are grounding me now.
He hits me again and yet again across the tits. My nipples erect and aching. Tears form in my eyes. I whimper but will only take more. As much as he sees fit.
He stops and unties me from the chair. “You are a good girl little one. You are a good little sub.”
He helps me up. Leads me into the bedroom. I wipe my wet eyes. He motions me to get on the bed. He removes my leash and replaces it with the ribbon. He pushes me to lay down and he smiles. He grabs the other end of the ribbon and ties it to the bed leg.
I am now attached by collar to the bed.
“I am leaving now pet. I will go and get us some lunch. You know from where,” He grins. “You will wait here, like this for me, while I go out. Naked and bound to our bed. You will wait as I make the drive out there, order the food, wait for it to be prepared and come home. See you soon.”
And so he leaves, and I am left waiting on the bed, tied. I think about how wonderful it feels to be tied to the bed, waiting for him. He could take as long or as short as he would like. He could return hours later. I feel a throbbing between my legs as I know how wonderful this is. To be here.. waiting.
I feel excited, knowing that while he is gone, he is thinking about me. How I am naked, with wet cunt, waiting for him. I am tied to his bed… tied to him. Aching for his return. Obeying his request. I could easily unbuckle the collar and leave the bedroom, but he knows I would not. I would stay for him. Stay because it pleases him and me. Would he grow erect knowing that I am naked and waiting… his artwork raised on my flesh?
How long will I wait?
-
It was midnight on a Friday night. I was in town for the week. He knew this. I had already settled in bed for the night, my head heavy from the flight and time change. Outside, the rain was coming down hard. A nice change from the climate I was coming from. Drifting off to sleep, my phone chimed… a text.
Thinking I knew who it was, I smiled, but as I opened the message, I was a bit surprised, pleasantly surprised in fact.
-I’m drunk, horny as hell. wanna take advantage of me?-
I chuckled, yawned, and laid myself back to sleep. The phone chimes once more.
-you not interested? I’ll make it worth your while-
Still tired, I was a bit interested. I answer… “oh?“
-come on! come see me. I need it. I need you.-
I grin as I know where this is going from a previous conversation. I’m quite awake now. But I want to hear it. I want to hear him say it.
-come. come make me your bitch like “he” said you could.-
That was enough for me. I put on my black laced slip, my black stilettos and my black trench coat. I grabbed my umbrella, and my duffle bag full of “toys”. Out the door, in a flash, I hailed a taxi. Within the short drive there, I sent him a text. “wait for me… nude… and stroke it. I want you fully erect when I get there.”
Within minutes I was at his place. I took the elevator to the top floor. I knocked instead of ringing the bell. Within seconds the door was opened and I stepped inside.
There he was before me. Naked and fully erect as I had instructed. He was a vision of masculinity. I will have fun making him my bitch. He was silent, not knowing if he should speak. “Hello bitch.” I say, breaking the silence.
“Hello….” he pauses.
“You may call me Mina.” I assure him with a smile.
“Hello Mina, can I take your coat?”
“You may.” I let my coat drop to the floor. Before him I stood, black lace and stilettos. He gasped as his eyes molested my body. I slapped him hard in the face. He grunted. My fingers dug into either side of his chin and I forced him to look at me, while pulling him down to his knees. “You like what you see, don’t you bitch?”
“Yes …. Mina” he stammers.
“Hang my coat up, bitch and meet me in the living room…. and make it quick.” I push him back and he stumbles. He crawls away and I go into the living room.
Seconds later, I sit down on his couch and he returns. Smartly, he sits at my feet. My eyes return to his cock. It has gone flacid.
“Not so hard anymore are we?” My face is stern and unforgiving.
“No, Mina.” he reaches for his erection and begins stroking it once more.
“You’re pathetic bitch.” I tell him. “Look at you, having to play with yourself. Lick my shoes. Get them clean. Don’t worry dear, I cleaned them off just for you. And don’t stop stroking bitch.”
He leans forward, on his knees, one hand stroking his growing erection, the other supporting his weight. I present my right stiletto to him. He licks it generously, running his tongue over the length. I move my heel so so the stiletto presents itself. “Suck it into your mouth bitch, like you were sucking cock. Make it nice and wet. Trust me. The wetter the better.”
I watch him as he takes my shoe into his mouth. He laps it generously with his tongue, takes it deep into his mouth. His head bobs as if he is sucking a cock.
“God dam bitch.” I whisper. “You make me wish I had a cock.”
He groans happy to know my pleasure. I watch the muscles flex and move on his back, as he strokes himself while his head bobs. I am amazed by his willingness to submit.
“You may stop bitch. Turn around, stay down and give me that ass.”
He turns, on all fours, arching his back.
Not good enough.
I rise. Walk over to his head and push my stiletto into the back of his head. “DOWN BITCH” , I assert. I press his head down, it smashed against the floor. His fingers begin digging into the rug. “That’s it bitch, see how nicely your ass get presented now?”
I move away, grab the bottle of lube from the couch and stand behind him. His balls are full, they swing slightly as he breathes deeply in anticipation. I place my right foot on his lower back and snake the heel down towards his ass hole. he grunts.
I push into him a bit, causing him to move forward. Again, another groan.
“Are you sure you want me to make you my bitch?”
“Yes Mina.”
“You’ve been so good, I think you deserve this.” I remove my foot long enough to squeeze some lube on his asshole. I rub it along the heel of my stilettos.
My foot returns in place. My heel pressing into his ass, circling his asshole. He grunts and groans.
“You like this bitch? You want more?”
“Yes Mina.”
I push into him and the heel slides into his ass.
“UUNNNGGHH” he moans.
I tap my heel, letting it slide in and out of his ass, while keeping my foot in place.
I stop, and move to my bag. I pull out my flogger. “Stay there bitch. I’m going to mark you now.”
I work the flogger over and over on him. His back becomes brilliant shades of red as welts slowly rise up. Over and over he moans in pleasure. I move to his backside. The flogger comes down unrelenting on his ass. He shutters with each hit. I delight watching his welts rise.
I stop, curious to see how much he is enjoying this. I lean behind him, pressing myself against him and reach around. he moans in pleasure. I grab hold of his cock. It is fully erect, hard and dripping of cum.
“God dam baby.. you are my bitch.”
“Yes mina” he groans.
I back away and sit on the couch. I spread my legs and raise the fabric of my slip up. My wet, naked cunt in plain view. I watch him before me. On all fours, welted and waiting for his next order. A vision of beauty.
“You may turn and face me. On your knees before me.”
He does as ordered. He looks at my cunt and then looks away. “It is ok. You can look. You have been a good bitch.”
He watches as I finger my cunt. I dip into my wetness and moan. I watch as he moves his hand down to his erect cock. I look at him and nod. He grabs hold and begins stroking.
“I want you to cum for me.”
He begins stroking eagerly as I play with my clit. I moan for him. “Would you like a taste?”
He nods eagerly.
“Ok then. One lick. Only one. No hands.”
He leans in, his tongue digs into my opening and then runs along the slit and circles around my clit before he backs away. I moan deeply. “fuuuuck that was good bitch”
“Now cum for me. I want to watch your cum explode from your cock.”
I work my cunt for him. His eyes are fixated on my fingers. Below him his hand works furiously at his cock. His breathing grows harder. I see his balls begin to swell. His body breaks into a sweat. He breathes hard through his nose. He groans.
“fuuuuck.” he can barely get the words out.
“That’s right baby. Cum for ME.”
He shutters and gasps and the head of his cock swells. He growls and strokes hard one last time and then he lets himself go. Spurt after spurt comes rushing out of his cock. It shoots over the floor. It runs down his hand. A drop hits me. Gasping and heaving he looks at me.
“Did you enjoy being my bitch?”
“Yes Mina.”
“Good. I enjoyed making you my bitch.”
*Don’t forget that you can also visit Mina at http://longingsend.wordpress.com*
