As I walk in the door, I’m greeted by You sitting with a drink in Your hand.
“Strip for me. Now.”
OK, Hello to you too, Sir. Of course I don’t actually say that but I certainly think it. I look over at Him, sitting on the sofa, with a sly grin on His face. He knows I’m mentally deciding between the part of me that wants to tell Him where He can go, and the part of me that needs to submit. He knows that I’m going to take my clothes off, even before I do. That grin says it all.
I begin unbuttoning my shirt, He tells me to stop.
“You’re Mine for the next twenty-four hours. Everything on you, belongs to Me. I will control when you cum; if you cum, and how often.
I’ll decide if you can wear clothes, and what you can wear.
Everything you do, you will do for Me. If I ask you to do something, you’ll immediately do it, no hesitation, and in a way that will please Me most. Understood?”
“Yes.”
“Well, then I expect a show. I can watch you undress any time. I want you to strip for Me. And if you don’t do it correctly the first time, you’ll keep doing it until you get it right. Show Me your body; show Me my property.”
Oh, this was going to be interesting. I spent the next few minutes giving Him a show, until I was finally naked. I knew He purposefully turned the air conditioning way down, my nipples were so hard, they hurt.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Sir. I wouldn’t be here, like this, if I didn’t.”
“Good. Now stand up straight, and don’t move.”
I hear Him leave the room, at least I think He has, I know better than to turn around and look. Suddenly I can feel His warm breath on my neck. He grabs my wrists and I feel coldness. At first I think He’s putting a bracelet on me, but it turns out to be handcuffs. My hands are handcuffed behind my back, which forces me to stand with my tits thrust out.
“While I decide what I’m going to do with you, you’re going to stand there so I can admire you. I can already tell you’re aching for my touch. Your nipples are so hard, it’s almost embarrassing, and I can see how you’re wet. I haven’t even touched you, and you’re glistening.”
He’s pushing me, waiting for a reaction, but I’m not going to give in, and give Him a reason to punish me. He gets up and walks over to me, and places the blindfold over my eyes. I’m almost relieved, it’s bad enough that I’m naked in the middle of the living room, but now I won’t have to see His eyes as He’s looking at me.
“You’ve been less than a good sub this week. You’ve been a brat, and pushed My buttons more than once. I expect more from you. So, I’ve been thinking about how I was going to push you for once. All of our banter, all the bitchiness from you, has led us here. You’ve led us here and I plan to push your limits for the next twenty-four hours. Maybe then you’ll learn.”
The words hung in the air. What had I gotten myself into? What was He going to do to me? Now I wish the blindfold was off so I could see His eyes; see any hint of reassurance. Instead, all I could feel was my heart pounding in my chest. He has to be able to see it. Could He sense the panic in me?
I knelt there in silence, for I don’t know how long. I can hear the ice in His glass as He takes a sip, and I instinctively swallow.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. I’m almost tempted to fill a bowl with water, just to see you drink from it like a dog.”
Suddenly I’m not so thirsty.
“But I’ll be nice.”
You bring a glass to my lips, and I tentatively open my mouth, and before I know it, the glass is tilted and I’m forced to drink as fast as I can, or have water running down my chest. He had to show His dominance at every turn, even with something as simple as giving me a drink of water.
I try to pull away, when I feel something else on my lips. It’s His cock. I open my mouth to take Him in, and I’m enjoying the feeling of Him getting hard in my mouth, sucking Him, when I feel Him grab my ponytail, as He takes control and starts fucking my mouth, holding my head in place. With my hands behind my back, and the blindfold covering my eyes, He can’t tell that I’m struggling to breath. I try to pull back, but His hand is holding my head tight, not giving me any wiggle room. I’m desperately trying to breath, or even give Him a hint that I’m not OK, but all I can feel is His cock getting harder in my mouth, which is making it worse. My eyes are watering, but the blindfold is hiding the tears, and I’m not sure He knows that I’m having a hard time breathing, or if He even would care.
Finally, I could feel Him tense and I felt the felt His warm cum fill my mouth. He moaned and He pulled out. I almost swallowed before remembered to open my mouth and show Him.
“Good girl. You may swallow now.”
Thank heaven. He unlocked the handcuffs and took off my blindfold. I must look a mess. My mascara had to have stained my cheeks, and my eyes must be red.
“You’ve never looked more beautiful than you do now, babygirl. But don’t get too comfortable. That was just the beginning.”
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