*This is my first time ever writing any sort of erotica, so please be kind! I’d written a few stories about my sex life before, but that was just retelling an experience, whereas I want this to read more like an erotic novel I guess. It’s going to be a little series, and it is based on true events, with some colourful creative writing, and some changes to dialogue – because who can actually remember exactly what they said while they’re getting fucked hard, or being punished for being naughty? Anyway, hope you enjoy this first part, there will be more to come soon.*
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Friday night, we were laying in bed, cuddling naked, the usual. We had just made love, it was sweet and tender, as it always is before *those* weekends. He showered me with kisses and “I love yous”, while he was gently sliding in and out of me, making me feel so loved. I know that I needed that, because when we wake up tomorrow, he will quite literally own me, and for the next 48 hours I’ll be his little slut, his fucktoy to use as he wishes.
I was so excited! It has been months since we’d done a whole weekend of me completely submitting to him and relinquishing all control. My entire being will be in his hands. I kissed him goodnight and told him that I can’t wait. It took a little while to fall asleep, because I was so thrilled for tomorrow, but I eventually drifted off.
When I woke up, he was still asleep, and it was still dark outside. I checked my phone: 05:45. On any other weekend I would have rolled over and gone back to sleep but, instead I went to shower and clean myself up for him, and then came back to bed softly, trying not to disturb him. Unfortunately the movement did wake him.
“Good morning Lottie” he said, in that amazing ‘sleepy boy’ raspy voice.
“Morning Liam” I said, and I giggled. I knew that was the wrong thing to say, not today, but I couldn’t help myself. He raised an eyebrow and looked at me pointedly. He knew I said that on purpose.
“Did you want to correct yourself?” he asked confidently after a few seconds.
“Noo” I replied playfully and wiggled my little body to scoot closer to him.
“I’ll give you one last chance princess.” He looked at me, and I just stared back. “You don’t want this weekend to start off on a bad note, now do you?” he said in a slightly raised voice, with a commandeering tone, while he pushed me away and wouldn’t let me cuddle up to him.
“No, I don’t” I said carefully, and I pouted, twiddling my thumbs.
“Good. What do you call me?” he asked, piercing me with his eyes.
It’s a little embarrassing how this simple exchange, and a few looks from him got me so hot an bothered already. I took a few deep breaths before I said “Master”. I bit my lip. Just saying that one little word made my heart beat faster, and it put me in that amazing sub-headspace.
“Good girl” his expression softened and he pulled me in for a short morning cuddle. It was a autumn morning and the sky was just starting to come I would have liked a lot more sleep, but Master is an early bird, and not even 15 minutes later, he was up and showered, and he was choosing my outfit for the day.
He chose a cute baby-pink babydoll set with crotchless panties. He also put my cuffs on – on my wrists, ankles and thighs, and a cute lacy choker with a love heart pendant hanging down from it. He sat on the bed, watching me do my make up; just some winged eyeliner, and lipstick, with a small amount of tinted moisturiser. He got me making his breakfast and coffee, while he watched my dressed up little body prancing around the kitchen for him. It was a little chilly since the heating had only turned on a quarter of an hour ago, so my small pink nipples stood hard pushing against the sheer material of the babydoll.
I made his breakfast, and I only made myself a cup of tea, because I don’t tend to eat anything in the mornings anyway. The tea warmed me up sufficiently, and the flat started to heat up. We sat at the table, talking as if it was a normal morning, and if it wasn’t for the jiggling of my cuffs, I could have forgotten about our arrangement… Until I finished my tea.
“On your knees princess.” He ordered and pointed at the floor in front of him. I quickly jumped up from my seat and started to settle between his legs, but he quickly added “Wait, wait a second sweetheart. Go get yourself a cushion, I don’t want your poor little knees getting uncomfortable on the hard floor.”
“Thank you, Master.” I hopped up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, before going over to the sofa to grab a soft cushion. I placed it by his chair, between his legs, and settled on my knees. I looked up at him with anticipation, awaiting his next command.
He pet my hair, and he was just on his phone while having his coffee. He put some music on. “Sing for me Princess” he said, and I sang along to the music, while he played with my hair and finished his coffee. I have a nice singing voice, and he tells me that he finds it very soothing to listen to me sing. When the song finished, he put his phone down, and looked down at me, smiling that naughty smile of his.
“Yes Master?” I asked, even though I already knew what was happening and my mouth started to salivate, because I knew that in a few seconds I will have his big juicy cock in my mouth. I licked my lips as I looked up at his face.
And just as anticipated, he promptly commanded “Take my cock out, and put your beautiful lips around it”. I did as he asked, and pulled on the hem of his briefs to bring them down. I planted a quick kiss on his belly, leaving a faint pink lipstick stain on his skin. He was still soft and small, and I played with it, squishing it a little bit with my hands, pulling on his foreskin, and licking all around his cock and his balls.
“Mmm, Master! You taste so delicious!” I told him as I tasted every part of him. “I love it when your penis is so small and cute, but I can’t wait for it to grow for me. I’ll show you what a good slut your little princess is, by taking it all in my throat.” I talked dirty to him, while I played with his growing manhood. I could feel it swelling in my hand and in my mouth. I was already really turned on by having him order me around, but now knowing that I get to pleasure him, made me absolutely ecstatic, and I felt myself getting wetter by the minute. While he was semi- hard, I put his entire cock inside my mouth, and licked his balls at the same time. I could feel the rush of blood around his shaft, and I could feel his dick growing in my mouth and pushing further down my throat. I bopped my head up and down, with my tongue still on his sack, and his dick deep inside my throat, tears forming in my eyes and drool coming out the sides on my lips. I had to come up for air, and I looked up at him. He was still smiling, and he nodded at me, and he called me a good girl. He seemed satisfied with what I did, which made me happy. “Does my mouth feel good Master? Your cock feels amazing in my throat, I’m so happy that I can do that for you.” I told him as I eagerly licked my lips and stroked his massive penis with both my hands. “You taste and smell so good! Mmm, I just can’t get enough of you Master.”
“Yes princess, your mouth feels incredible. You’re such a good girl for me.” As he complimented me, he wiped a tear that fell down my cheek. “Now stop with the chatter, and get to work. Make me cum with that skilled little mouth of yours” he said, and put his hands in my hair. I nodded, and before I knew it, I was deepthroating my Master again, this time he was forcing my head down, with my nose pressed into his belly, he held me down for a little while before letting me come up to catch my breath, and then repeating. I don’t know how he knew, but every time I was seconds away from tapping out before he let me up. Somehow he always knows. “Fuck Lottie, this is fucking amazing.” He growled, as he stood up from his chair and pulled me up with him to sit up on my knees. He held my head by my hair and started fucking my face. Drool and tears were falling down onto my lap while he used my mouth as a little fucktoy. “You’re such a good little girl, such a good slut for me” he groaned as his thrusts into my throat became more intense. “Fuck! Princess your mouth is so good, I’ll let you decide where you want my cum” he told me. This made me so happy, but obviously with a full mouth and throat I couldn’t express it. “Tap once for mouth, twice for face. And fuck, hurry up princess, I’m so close.” I quickly decided… I was gonna have his cum as my breakfast today, and I tapped his thigh once. If my face wasn’t being vigorously fucked at this moment, I would be smiling like crazy, and soon enough I felt him shoot his first load deep into my throat, before withdrawing a little, allowing me to suck him dry, and lap up every last drop. He tasted very sweet today; the day before we’d eaten very healthy and drank plenty of water.
“You taste so good Master, what a great breakfast to have, thank you.” I said with a raspy voice, when I finished swallowing his entire load, which was huge as yesterday when we made love he didn’t finish.
“You’re welcome princess” he said as he sat back down and caught his breath. “You’ll be having more of it later.” I settled back down on my knees, and rested my chin on his lap. “Fuck, I needed that.” He said, more to himself.
“I’m happy I could help Master” I said, truthfully. It filled me with pride knowing that I can make him feel so good.
“How are you baby girl, how’s your throat and your jaw?” he asked, reaching for my face and stroking my jawline. Not gonna lie, it was quite sore, to have my jaw open so wide, for so long it can be a little painful, but seeing the bliss and joy on his face made it all worth it.
“I’m okay Liam… Master” I said, quickly correcting myself. “Master Liam” I added playfully and giggled. He rolled his eyes and smiled at me. It was only the third time for us, for me to submit for longer than just the sex scene. In our normal day to day sex, we would have moved on to cuddling and talking and aftercare by now, so it was still a little difficult for us to stay in the right headspace. Knowing that I had just swallowed his load after he used my mouth without much regard for me, and still kneeling before him, made it much easier.
“You’re being a bit of a cheeky sub today, Lottie.” He reprimanded me, and yanked my head back by my hair, with just enough force to make me gasp, but not hard enough for it to cause any sort of pain.
“Uh huh” I agreed with him, and I bit my lip with a soft smile. “And what will you do about it…?” I paused for just a couple of seconds before sweetly adding “Master?” I knew that I wasn’t meant to be funny, or playful, or cheeky, and that my job today and for the next 48hours was to obey him, but I couldn’t help myself. And I knew that deep down he really liked it.
He pulled my head back further, making me moan softly. He pushed his chair back, pulling his knees away from me, and used his other hand to trace his fingers around my neck, around my choker. “I have a few ideas, little one” he said as he pulled my hair a little harder, and gently squeezed his hand around my dainty neck. My breathing suddenly became much deeper and faster, and my sub headspace was 100% back. He then pulled me up onto my legs by my neck, and let go of me. “Now, be a good little slut, and wash up the dishes.” He told me and pointed at his empty plate and two empty mugs on the table.
“What?” I asked, astounded. I thought he was going to give me a good spanking now, or something.
“Go on.”
“You’re such a fucking tease.” I called him out, and tried to turn around to collect the dishes from the table, but he quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.
“You really want to be a bit more polite than that.” He gripped my west tightly, as a kind of warning. I’ve always had a bratty/playful attitude, and I saw most of this threats and warnings as a challenge.
I gave him a sweet smile, and I nodded. “You’re such a fucking tease, **Master**” I repeated myself, and wriggled my wrist out of his grip. I got the plate and two mugs and as I walked past him, he slapped my ass hard, and I turned around and stuck my tongue out at him.
As I was doing the dishes, I felt him come up behind me, and kneel down to the floor. I look down at him to see what he was doing, and I saw him clasping my ankle cuffs together, and then he did the same to my thigh cuffs, and suddenly I found myself with very limited leg movement which impeded my mobility. I didn’t say anything and just continued to clean up after breakfast, while he roamed his rough hands around my body, turning me on with every touch. I decided to ignore my increasing heart rate, and the throbbing in my pussy, and just carry on with my job, and by the time I finished, he didn’t even let me dry my hands, before roughly grabbing my wrists and forcing them behind my back. I tried to fight him off a little bit, but he is much stronger than me, and eventually, my hands were cuffed behind me. I was breathing heavy, with no ability to get away or fight back, and his hands were all over my body. He reached over and put his hand inside my panties, and felt how wet I was. I could hear the sloppy seconds he made as he moved his fingers about my folds, and I moaned.
“Did you get turned on by being my little maid? You’re a horny little thing, getting so wet from doing the dishes for her Master.” He taunted me, as he brought his wet fingers up to my mouth, and made me taste my own juices. I eagerly sucked on his fingers. “God I can believe my lovely innocent princess is such a cum-whore” he said with his fingers still in my mouth.
“Mmm mm Mmmm” I tried to speak with a full mouth.
“Did my slut want to say something?”
“Mhmm” I nodded. He removed his fingers and instead wrapped them around my throat gently “I love being *your* cumslut Master. I’m sorry for being cheeky before.” I sincerely apologised. I knew that it wouldn’t make a differencr to any punishment he had planned, but I still wanted him to know that I was sorry, and that I am fully his to order around.
“Thank you Princess, but I still need to punish you for being rude to your Master” he whispered into my ear. When I didn’t respond he asked “Do you think you deserve to be punished?” my heart and my mind was racing at this point, and I knew I couldn’t get any words out. I nodded instead, but that wasn’t enough for him. “Use your words Sweetheart” he ordered.
“Oh.. Yes… Yes Master, I deserve to be punished” I stuttered. I knew the punishment was going to be tough, but I was very excited for it. After all, one doesn’t get to be a brat, if they dislike being punished.
Master left me in the kitchen by the sink all tied up for a minute or so, and when he returned he quickly ordered me to bend over the countertop. I tried to look back at him, but he held my head tight, and forced my face down onto the cold surface. I held my breath as I felt him close behind me, touching my body with a smooth flat object; one of our paddles I guessed.
“Will you tell me which one you’re using Master?” I asked quietly. We had a few paddles, my favourite one was embossed with the word ‘Princess’, but we also had one which had ‘Slut’ on it. I was hoping he’d use the Princess one, or the love heart one, and leave a cute little bruise on my bum, rather than a crude one.
“If you’re a good girl and don’t make too much noise.” He said, and just as he’d finished talking the paddle landed on my ass with a smack, sending a wave of pain through my body and ironically making my wet pussy throb even more. It was very sudden, and it took me by surprise wo I whimpered only a little bit, but quickly bit my lip to make sure I don’t cry out.
Once I caught my breath I counted “One” in a sweet voice. I didn’t need him to tell me, he always wanted me to count.
“Well done” he complimented me, and removed his hand from my neck to tenderly stroke my freshly spanked ass. His cold hand provided a little bit of relief. “You did well by apologising princess, so I think 5 times is enough… For now at least.”
“Thank you Mast-AAH!!” The paddle hit my ass before I finished talking and I couldn’t *not* shout out. My body jerked forward and my legs shook from the impact. He hit me much harder than the first time, and my skin started to tingle, as it was in the exact same spot.
“Tut, tut, you were meant to keep quiet baby.” He scolded me, and I could hear the laughter in his voice, the sadistic maniac. It made me both annoyed and super turned on, the fact I knew he did it totally on purpose.
“That wasn’t fucking fair!” I whined at him, between taking deep breaths.
“Are you forgetting your manners *again*, as well as being noisy when I specifically told you not to?” he raised his voice, and put his hand back on my neck. My heart skipped a beat, and I was getting extremely hot and bothered. *Fuck he’s so sexy* I thought to myself.
“No Master” I started meekly “but it wasn’t fair and you know it, Master” I pouted.
“Lottie… I fucking own you. **I** decide what’s fair, **I** make the rules, and **you** stand there and take it like a good slut, and you don’t question me.” *Fuck, I fucking love this man*. The tone of his voice was so confident and so commanding, how the fuck could I disobey him? He’s so good at making me feel little and making me want to submit to him, and I he always knows exactly what to say. His whole presence is just dominating, it felt like I had no choice but to let him dominate me.
“Two” I mewled, defeated.
“Good.” He said shortly. He brought the paddle slowly to my ass and gently patted it on the same spot of last two blows. He always uses the smooth side of the paddle to hit initially, and then uses the embossed side on the last blow. That way the words stand out very clearly, and that way the last one hurts the most. He patted the paddle a little more, before smacking my ass again, a little softer than the last one, but still in the same place, on my right asscheek. I didn’t make any noise this time, but I could feel tears forming in my eyes, and I sniffled a little after. He gently squeezed his hand around my neck, in a reassuring way.
“Three” I said softly.
“Now that was much better princess, wasn’t it?”
“Thank you, Master.” I managed a whisper. My heart was racing like crazy now, and my pussy was so soaked, I could feel my juices starting to gather around my thighs. I shuffled a little, but I couldn’t move as my thighs and ankles were cuffed together.
Then came another blow, and this one was harder than the last three combined. I gasped loudly, and pulled on my restraints, as my body instinctively lunged forward from the impact again. He hit the same spot again, and this time it really, really hurt. I couldn’t keep the moan in, and tears started to fall down from my eyes, as the pain rippled through my body, and my ass burned and tingled.
“I’m sorry Master, I didn’t mean to be so loud” I apologised meekly, and sniffled again. My safeword ran through my mind, but I knew the next one will be the last one, so instead of it, I said “Four”.
“It’s okay princess. It’s such a lovely shade of red now, that it makes up for you being a little too loud.” He said. Instantly I smiled and relaxed. He always had way of making me forget about my safeword, and making me feel proud that I was able to take it, for him. He moved his hand off my neck again, to place it on my bruised ass again. On my neck, his palm felt fairly warm, but on my burning ass, it felt colder, providing some short term relief and I moaned quietly. He walked a couple of steps away to position the paddle onto my left cheek. I arched my back a little more and pushed my ass out, showing him that I’m ready.
When the paddle hit my ass one last time, I tried my best to keep quiet, but I couldn’t stop the cry from escaping my lips. He used so much force this time, probably more than he had done befote. As the sharp edges of the embossed leather made my skin burn and sting, I pulled on my restraints again and cried out. He paddled my asscheek diagonally, to make sure he got the entire word on me. He paddled my ass fucking hard, to make sure the word stays on my skin for a while. I gasped heavily with every breath, and eventually cried out “Five.”
“You’re such a good girl, my little princess” he said as he gently touched and massaged my bruised and swollen ass. He placed the paddle down on the counter, in my direct vision, and sure enough the word on it said ‘princess’. I smiled, as I tried to control my breathing more. I lay on the kitchen counter top for a few more seconds, before he helped me up, spun me around and kissed my lips gently.
“Thank you Master” I said while looking into his eyes. He wiped the tears off my cheeks. He had to lightly hold me up, because my legs felt a little weak and wobbly, and with my feet tied together, my balance was a little off, and I didn’t have my arms to try and stabilise myself, as they were still tied behind my back.
As if he was reading my mind, he reach around me, and unclasped the cuffs around my wrists. I bought them in front of me, and presented them to him, to tie them at the front. I still belonged to him, and even though the punishment now ended, I wanted to him know that. And also, being tied up provides me with a sense of comfort and makes me feel safe when he’s around. He clasped the cuffs together, and then he lifted me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. He placed me gently on the bed, on my side, and I got into a fetal position with my knees up by my belly. He sat down next to me, and kissed my red sore bum, sending a pleasant sensation through my skin Then he put the blanket on top of me, tucking me in.
“You deserve a little rest now Princess” he said while he stroked my hair. I closed my eyes. He continued to play with my hair, until I fell asleep shortly after.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lfm1d9/48_hours_of_submission_part_1_the_first_morning
Very nice! I quite enjoyed reading this. :)