I jump out of the car and thank the cab driver saying bye to my best friend Jess. As I walk up to the house I try to kill time, my fiancé and I live together here but we got in an argument earlier this evening and I left to go clubbing with my friends... In clothes he's forbidden me to leave the house in.... After disrespecting him. Not a great combination and I expect I will be punished. The thing about us is our relationship is different... Some people think it's sinful or whatever but a Dominant/submissive relationship requires more trust than any other, I allow him to control my body in every way... How could you do that without at the very least trust? I end up walking in wearing my shortest skirt, when I know he does not allow me to leave the house in it. He does like to show off what is his but not share it... And this skirt leaves nothing to the imagination.
I hope to sneak upstairs before he sees but he calls and I know not to ignore him, as I enter the living room I wait for the explosion but it never comes and I begin to relax, he tells me to go change and I am happy to comply. As I reach the top of the stairs I feel him behind me and as I turn his hand lands on my cheek. "You know better" he says. I glare up at him and he grabs my hair. "I punish you when your behavior needs correction. You not only had way too much attitude you purposely did something you knew I didn't want you to. So do not give me that look. Drop it before I smack it off you pretty little face." his hand lands on my ass as he bends me over the top few steps. "Paired with this thong though it makes my life easier." he mocks grabbing my hair and leading me to our room. He lets go and locks the door. "Position 2" he says not looking over as he opens our second closet and pulls out a cane. I quickly strip and assume position 2, elbows and forearms on the floor in front of me, back straight, on my knees, ass raised and heels apart so my ass and pussy are towards him, always. I hear the slight whistle seconds before I scream out in pain as the cane lands on my ass. "Are you going to wear clothing that you know you aren't allowed to out again pet?" he asks softly, almost as though he were speaking to a child. "No sir" I say quietly, knowing this calm must be dangerous. "Only 5 with the cane then." he replies bringing the cane down 4 more times leaving painful welts in its place.
He helps me up off the floor and pushes me on to the bed. "One" he commands. I turn with my heels together, on my knees, hands behind my back and knees apart so my pussy and tits face him. The cane comes down and I try to brace for it but when it lands across my tits I scream out and bring my hands up to cradle them. Quickly realizing my mistake i return to my previous position but he's already seen, it's too late. I shrink away when he grabs the paddle knowing it will hurt more on my already bruising ass, but I do not break my position again. "Did I give you permission to move?' he asks dangerously. “No sir" I reply, "I should not have done so I'm sorry!"
He drags me to the side of the room and folds me over the spanking horse, tying my wrists and ankles to its legs. "Now it won’t be an option" he brings down the paddle and I try not to cry out but he has other ideas. He grabs my hair forcing me to look up "My my, such a naughty slut. Not even counting for her master, guess that one didn't count" he brings the paddle down again and I gasp. "One sir" I whisper. When we finally get to 10 he unties me and tells me to get back in position one on the floor in front of him. He quickly strips and comes to stand in front of me teasing my lips with the tip of his cock but I know better than to open without being told. "Does my slut like when she is punished?" he asks, I answer carefully, knowing not to lie to him but not to say anything that will displease him either. "I enjoy the pain my master sees fit to give me if it pleases him but I am in a great amount of pain and am very sorry for my actions sir." He laughs. "Open" he commands and I comply immediately not wanting to anger him further, I take him deep and he holds me there, using my hair to keep me in place. I take him until he pulls away leaving me gasping for air and trying to stay in position 1, he walks away and I know I have to keep my eyes on the floor so do not see where he goes. I hear the closet again and tense, waiting for the blow but it never comes.
I feel him behind me as he grabs my chest squeezing my nipples tight and causing them to harden, I already feel my juices running down my inner thigh as the pain and pleasure blend into one as they have been since the stairs and this causes another gush of juices to run down my leg causing it to begin dripping on to the hard wood floor. "You will clean that up with your tongue later." he tells me putting clamps on my already aching nipples. "Now be a good girl and don't move until I get back, got it?" he asks flicking one and causing it to tug painfully. "Yes Master" I gasp trying not to let him see my pain.
When he returns my knees ache from being there so long and my chest has gone numb around my nipples. "How’s my pet?" he almost coo's. "I am ok Master, though my knees are very sore." I reply quietly, not knowing what he wants to hear "good" he says dragging me up and cuffing my wrists together behind me. When he seats me on the bed he pushes me backwards entering me without warning. I cry out in slight pain while my body adjusts to him, arching my back in pleasure and pain. He slams into me harder and I scream out grabbing the bed underneath me, as I feel myself starting to tighten. "May I cum sir?" I ask breathlessly. "No." comes his growled response as he cums, leaving bruising fingerprints on my hips. I whimper as he pulls away and flips me over, undoing my cuffs and bringing me to sit on the bed.
Digging through the bedside table he hands me a 12 sided die, I sit for a moment knowing I don't want to roll but knowing not to refuse. I toss it on the bed and it comes up a 9. Of course. He is sitting beside me on the bed and I fold myself over his knee, hoping my compliance will help my case, maybe make him go a bit easier on me. As his hand comes down on my ass 9 times I don't make a sound, knowing any pleasure or pain expressed will be punished. After 9 times he lays me down on the bed and straddles my stomach, pinching my still sore nipples between his fingers causing me to moan in pleasure he chuckles bending down to nip them and my back arches into him. "Now princess, since you want to show off what is mine, I'm going to help remind you who this body belongs to. Got it?" he asks against my chest causing vibrations to travel through me. "Yes Master" I whimper, feeling myself become wetter still at his dominant tone.
He secures my wrists and ankles to the bed and kisses a path from my temple down to my lips. He pauses at my lips biting and sucking it, making me moan as he moves down, along my jaw to my chest, he nips my nipples and around them, my back arching in pleasure as he does. He moves down my stomach and stops just above my soaked pussy. "Do you want it?" he asks, his breath cool against my wetness making me shiver with pleasure. "Yes Master" is my breathless reply. "Prove it." he growls nipping my clit and causing me to scream out at the unexpected jolt through my body. "Please sir" I beg "please eat me out." I feel his hot breath against me and arch my hips up as much as I can to bring him closer. He brushes over me, nipping the inside of my thighs and laughing at my tortured whimper, I gasp when his tongue suddenly plunges into my pussy and I cry out throwing my head back in pleasure.
A half hour later I am lying breathless trying to slow my heart, and he is licking His lips, my fresh cum on his tongue. He unties me and orders me to stand bringing me to the end of the bed where there are hooks for my hands and feet to be tied to, he loops rope around one of the two for my arms and then around my waist once, I quickly stand with my thighs pressed together as I realize his plan, he finally allowed me to cum only to increase my pussy's sensitivity. "P-please" I stutter as he glares at me. "You DARE question me?" he asks, deadly calm. "Sir please I can't, please, I'll do anything, I know I'm yours, I'm sorry I defied you... Please." the last word of my panicked response is so faded it's just a whisper.
"Spread. Your legs. Now!" he says, and even though he does not yell the command in his voice is clear. I do as he says and he loops the rope between my legs leaving it snug against my pussy, making me wince as he pulls the ropes through the second hook, making it tight enough that only my toes reach the ground. “Now. Whose body is this?” He asked twisting my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making me arch slightly and almost lose my balance, pushing the rope against my pussy tighter. “Yours sir.” I gasp out between clenched teeth.
“That’s right. And if you forget it again you will regret it.” He unties the rope brushing my hypersensitive pussy and making me moan. “You will not cum again until I believe you have truly remembered whose property you are. Got it?” he says, his voice demanding and cold. ”Yes Master” is my quiet reply. “I’m yours.”
