Submissive
I love being tied up, spanked, choked. I love being at someone’s mercy. Surrendering control and obeying commands. Being the perfect submissive.
My preferences in the bedroom are a complete departure from how I act in my every day life. I run a small company. I have to give orders all day long. Make decisions that affect people’s lives. When I come home, I want to shed the business suit and become the person taking orders.
Despite my preferences in the bedroom, I married a tame man who wouldn’t dream of taking control of me. The whole thing scared him. He said he just couldn’t do that to someone he loved. But he could, apparently, cheat.
So I left him and replaced him with a guy who could be willing. We had been dating for a while and he liked to take control in the bedroom. I wanted him to fully dominate me, but I couldn’t bring myself to discuss exactly what I wanted him to do.
Since a picture speaks a thousand words, I decided to send sexy photos depicting what I wanted rather than telling him. So I put on a leather corset, leather thong panties, fishnet stockings, and leather high-heeled boots.
I started soft. I took a photo of myself in my usual work attire, blouse and skirt covering what lied underneath. Then, I took off my blouse, exposing the corset and took another photo. Then my skirt, giving him a full view of my lingerie. I put on a leather choker, with attached leash, and took another photo. I got out my nipple clamps, attached them, held the chain that connected the clamps in my teeth and took another photo.
Then I got out my handcuffs and took a series of photos posing with the handcuffs. I bound my hands, my feet. Cuffed one of my hands to the bed. Cuffed one of my feet to the bed, taking a photo of my spread legs. I wanted to be clear that I was to the submissive one.
Then, I sent the photos, one at a time, revealing more and more with each, telling the story of what I wanted him to do to me. I wanted to turn him on more and more with each photo until he couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted him to come get me.
He texted immediately. “I’ll be right there.”
And so I waited. I made myself a martini and fantasized about what he was going to me. I closed my eyes and pulled lightly on the chain that connected my nipple clamps. I squeezed my legs together and whined. I didn’t know if I could wait for him to get there before taking matters into my own hands.
Thankfully, I didn’t wait long. He smiled when he saw me and asked “Are you ready for this?” I nodded my agreement. He took the chain that was hanging from my neck and led me to the bedroom. I stood at the edge of the bed, facing it. He shoved me forward. I landed on my stomach.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he commanded.
I obeyed. He took the belt from my nightstand, folded it in half and spanked me lightly. At first. He increased the pressure with each blow. I moaned, enjoying the mixture of pleasure and pain.
He took the end of the belt and inserted the smooth end into my pussy. I screamed with pleasure. He fucked me with one end and continued spanking me with the other.
“Do you want the real thing now?” he asked.
“Yes please.”
“Oh, that’s too bad, because you can’t have it yet.”
He pulled me by my collar so that I was facing him. He unzipped his pants and presented himself to me. He yanked me by the hair and forced me to suck his dick.
“I want to hear you gag.”
I did as I was told. I gagged. My eyes watered. Saliva dripped from my mouth. I worked hard at pleasing him.
He breathed through clenched teeth. He pulled on the chain of my nipple clamps. I felt the increase in pleasure, but couldn’t react. I couldn’t waver from the job at hand.
He gathered my hair in his hand and pulled me off him. He pushed me onto my back. He kissed down my stomach to edge of my pussy and stopped.
I begged him to continue, “Please,” I whined.
“Don’t talk,” he replied.
He handcuffed my hands to the bed and tied my feet with the belt. I was completely at his mercy. Right where I wanted to be.
I gasped when he kissed my clit. He fingered me in exactly the right spot. The pleasure made me squirm and fight against the restraints, but not for long. I came within minutes.
He tortured me by continuing to go down on me. I was too sensitive after coming. I begged him to stop and fuck me.
He smacked me lightly on the cheek. “You don’t deserve what I’m about to give you,” he said right before inserting the tip of his dick.
He teased me, listening to me beg for him to go all the way in. Finally, he let me have his way. I moaned with each thrust. He wrapped his hand around my neck and gently choked me as he fucked me, increasing the pleasure I felt as he fucked me harder and harder.
I came again within moments. He took a bit longer before collapsing on top of me.
He came out of character, “Is this how it’s going to be with you?”
“Yes,” I murmured.
He chuckled, “I’m never leaving you then.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1j5mrc/submissive_fm_submissive_female
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