[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/lfmg2y/48_hours_of_submission_part_1_the_first_morning/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)
When I woke up it was still morning. 10am according to my phone, my usual weekend wake up time, and today… Well today I had already been face-fucked and cuffed and paddled. My sore bum did well to remind me of that fact. I twisted on the bed to look at my behind, and a saw how lovely and blush it looked, and I smiled. Master will like it.
I managed to change positions so that I lay on my front with a pillow under my trunk, and went on my phone. The blanket was off me, and my bruised and battered ass was proudly exposed and facing the bedroom door.
*Does Master miss his little princess? She’s awake now and she definitely misses Master*
I sent him a text, and then followed that with a couple of heart emojis. It wasn’t long until he came into the bedroom. When I turned around to look at him, I saw him licking his lips through a smile.
“Do you want a little taste Master?” I asked playfully and wiggled my ass at him. He started making his way towards me without a word. He climbed onto the bed, and lifted me onto my knees by my hips. He touched my sore ass with his rough fingers very gently, and I sucked on my teeth instinctively as it stung a little.
“Does it hurt Princess?” he asked sympathetically.
“Yes Master” I answer truthfully.
“Good.” He said, and he spanked my ass lightly, making me gasp and lunge forward, but he held me in place with his other hand. It didn’t hurt too much, just a gentle but sharp stinging sensation, but I didn’t expect it at all. “Will you be better behaved from now on?” he demanded. I could have melted right there and then, his voice and his words along with the mild pain made me lose my mind. I wanted to give myself over to him again, to submit to him completely.
“Yes Master, I will!” I said eagerly, wanting to please him. “I will try my best for you Master, I want to be a good girl for you, that’s all I want, Master.” I continued to wiggle my ass at him while I spoke, and I looked back to glance at his beautiful face. His dark eyes were sparkling, and even though he tried to suppress his smile to maintain his dominating demeanour, his dimples were giving it away. The sun was shining through the window making his tan skin shine a beautiful colour.
“I know you can be a good girl Lottie, but sometimes you just need a little reminder.” He said, stroking my red ass. I beamed at the compliment. He’s so considerate and understanding, and it just makes me want to please him even more.
“Thank you Master.” I felt so happy and excited, I shook my little ass at him and tapped my hands on the bed.
“Now, I think I’ll have a little taste” he murmured, as he unclasped my thigh and ankle cuffs. “Spread you legs for me princess.”
I did as instructed, and continued my little dance for him on all fours. His fingers traced my right bumcheek where I knew the word princess was burned into my skin. I held my breath in anticipation and waited for his lips to touch my skin and his tongue to run along my wet and ready pussy and ass. He started by kissing my bruises, while gently roaming his hands all over my body; my hips, my back, belly, and my thighs. I felt goosebumps raise on my skin and my nipples harden. His hands found my inner thighs and he ever so gently tickled them, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Mmm, Master, ohh” I moaned softly. “Thank you.”
He continued exploring my body, agonisingly slowly, as I continued to moan, my need and frustration increasing with ever second that he doesn’t touch or kiss my pussy. He fondled and caressed my inner thighs, kissing and licking my ass cheeks and my groin, but not once did he make an attempt at moving my panties to the side.
“Master, please” I mewled softly. He stopped for a second and lifted his head up. I looked back at him with longing. “Please.”
“What is it princess?” he teased. I stared at him with big eyes and my lips parted slightly.
“Please.” I repeated.
“What do you want princess? You need to tell your Master” he remarked. His hands squeezed the top of my thighs harder, pulling on the sensitive skin.
“I want… I **need** to feel your lips and tongue on my pussy. Please Master. I promise I’ll be so good for you. Please kiss me down there, I’m so wet and so ready for you.” I whimpered pathetically, begging for his soft warm lips on my wet cunt. “Please, please, I can’t take it any more, I need you to touch me, I need you Master, please!”
“How could I refuse when you beg so nicely?” He smirked and in one swift motion he yanked my panties down; when the material brushed against the bruises on my ass I cried out a little, the pain very quickly turned into pleasure when his mouth landed on my swollen pussy. He used his fingers to spread my lips and his tongue found it’s way inside me. My cry of pain, turned into a moan. His tongue suddenly ran up to my asshole and pushed a tiny little bit inside. I kept telling Master just how good it feels. He licked all around both of my holes, and he lapped up all of my juices. I was so wet and needy for him. He ran his skilful tongue along the length of my velvety folds, and when he brushed against my clit, I shuddered. Dear god is felt so good. He did that same motion a few times and moved his hands onto my raw red ass. He squeezed with some force, making me cry out, but soon enough he was flicking my clip with his pointed tongue and suckling on my pussy, and the combination of the two opposite sensations just sent my mind and body into overdrive.
“Fuck! This feels so good!” I exclaimed, and I had to grip the bedsheets hard as my body was starting to tense… And then he stopped.
“I think that’s enough for now” he said nonchalantly, and lay down next to me, laughing. My breathing was heavy, and the expression on my face was a mixture of bliss and needy disappointment.
“What! But… Masteeeerrr!” I whined, still on all fours with my ass up in the air, my panties digging into my thighs, still gripping the sheets. My body was slowly coming down from the high it’s never reached, and I punched the mattress with my little fists a few times, from frustration.
“You haven’t earned it yet princess.” He shrugged. He got himself comfortable on the bed, with his hands behind his head and watched with amusement as I dramatically flopped onto my side, facing him.
“But you said I was a good girl Master.” I pouted my lips.
“I said that you can be a good girl. You’ve not shown it to me yet.” He wasn’t looking at me as he spoke, his gaze was fixed to the ceiling. “You don’t get to cum until you’ve shown me how much of a good girl you are. Now come on,” he turned his head towards me “ride my dick.”
“I don’t…” I started combatively, but his piercing eyes burned into me and I thought better of it, so instead I said “Yes master.” With my wrists still cuffed together, I struggled to take my panties off just one leg, and then I pushed myself up onto my knees straddled him. I loved sitting behind his cock, and seeing it pressed to my belly. It looked massive that way; about an inch or two short of coming all the way up to my belly button. It made me wonder where the fuck does it all go. I placed my hands on his chest, and lifted my hips for him. He guided his cock to my pussy, but before I could lower myself down he started stroking my lips with his tip. He went all the way to touch my swollen clit with his cock. I was already sensitive down there, and it felt good almost instantly. I moaned and I made a fist with my hands on his chest.
“Please don’t tease me like this Master” I begged. “Please, I don’t think I can take it.” I managed between deep breaths, as he held my hips up with one arm, and rubbed his hard cock on my sensitive clit.
“A good girl would be able to take it” He remarked. I whined again like a baby. It was starting to become intolerable, his dick felt so good again my little nub, and I could feel the orgasm very slowly building up. I knew he wasn’t going to give it to me, and I would rather stop it before it gets too much, so I tried to wiggle my hips away from him, but he dug his fingers deep into my hips and groin.
“Stay still.” He ordered. I obliged, moaning and whining. He continued slowly torturing me, until I shut my eyes tightly, and bit my bottom lip hard to stop myself from shouting out, and he again stopped just before I tipped over the edge. He sat me down on his belly, his cock nestled behind me between my asscheeks. I laid down on his chest, needy and frustrated, not getting any relief. He gently stroked my back as my breathing started to relax.
“How was that princess?” he taunted me.
I wanted to scream, but I knew that wouldn’t help me in any way, so instead I said “Good, Master”, and sighed, defeated. I planted a small, soft kiss on his shoulder to show him that I am a good girl and that I am obedient.
“Did you come princess?” he asked, toying with me again.
“No, Master” I answered docilely, even though I was fighting with myself in my head.
“Did you want to come?” his hands roamed my ass which was still understandably very sore from the morning. His words were always kind, but the condescending tone and the amusement I his voice is what made me feel small, reminding me that he’s the one in charge. My job was to obey.
“No Master” I said as I took a deep breath in. “I don’t want to come until you are sure I deserve it, I want to be a good girl for you and I know I need to earn it. It’s silly of me wanting to come when I’ve been so naughty before. I’m sorry Master.” I showered him with kisses all over his shoulders, chest, and neck as I spoke. I knew I’ll need to do much more than that, but I hoped it was a good start.
He brought his hand up to my face and lifted my chin up to look me in the eyes. He brushed his thumb on my bottom lip, and then kissed me gently. He didn’t need to tell me that he was happy with what I said, because his actions were very clear. I smiled through the kiss, and kissed him back, matching his gentleness, and my mind and my heart were filled with happiness and pride.
Without breaking the kiss, he reached down to his dick and slapped my ass lightly with it a couple of times. I understood that as “lift your ass up so that I can put this away, where it belongs.” I did just that, and he guided his dick inside my wet pussy. He groaned into my lips as I lowered myself down. In this angle, my muscles were very tight, and although I was extremely wet, I could feel the slight friction as his cock went inside. I sat up for a second and readjusted myself before it became more comfortable, and he pulled me back towards him. We both scrambled to get my arms around him, which were inconveniently sti tied up, but we managed to get them under his head so that I could cuddle up to him while I rode him. On the one hand, this felt incredibly intimate and loving, being held in his arms, with his lips on mine, and feeling him inside me… On the other hand, he knew full well that I can never come in this position; he knew what he was doing. The angles are all wrong, it doesn’t hit the spot, it’s not as deep as it can be, and I have no access to play with my clit or my nipples as they are pressed to his body. This time I didn’t mind it though, because even though I knew I wasn’t going to get the physical relief, by emotions were full and I was happy that I could satisfy him.
I started to fuck him slowly, moving my hips up and down while he held my body close to his. I kissed his neck and nibbled on his ear, whispering to him. “Is this good Master? It’s so good for me, your cock is just amazing! Oh Master, I want to make you feel good, I want to be the best little princess. Nothing would make me happier Master. Nothing in the world, I just want you to be happy and satisfied. My entire purpose is just to please you, I don’t need anything else Master.” With each word I sped up and eventually I was fucking him hard and fast, clapping my ass on his balls, riding his dick skilfully. I was getting out of breath, because, anyone who’s ridden a dick like this before will know, it’s bloody hard work! But everything I said to Master was true, and I pushed through even though I was getting tired. His pleasure was more important to me at that moment. It also felt incredible for me to be filled up by his thick cock, and to be cradled in his arms while I pleasured him. Soon enough his hug had tightened around my body, and he groaned in my ear. I felt his body tense and his hips jerk up deeper into me a few times, spraying his second load of the day deep inside me, before he relaxed fully underneath me. I looked up at him. I saw the bliss on his face and it made me squeal with delight. I loved seeing my man satisfied, especially knowing that it’s thanks to me.
“Well done princess” he said. I couldn’t help but smile at the compliment. He opened his eyes to meet mine, and in a quick movement he grabbed my hips and rolled us both around so that he was on top, with his dick still inside me, although it was staring to go soft again. He lifted my legs up I the air, and pulled out of me, gravity keeping his cum inside me. I giggled, thinking about it. He grabbed my panties and put them back on me, I lifted my hips up to let him pull them up. As soon as he let go of me, my body lay relaxed on the bed, I started to feel the cum dripping out of me and filling up my already soaked panties.
He stood up and started to get dressed, as I watched him carefully, noticing that instead of putting on his ‘lounging clothes’ he got dressed in jeans and a good t-shirt. He walked over to me and unclasped my cuffs on my wrists.
“Come on Lottie, we’re going for a walk now.” He said cheerfully.
“Oh. Oh but I’m a little tired.” I said. Sex is a workout, okay? I felt like I needed at least a couple of minutes rest.
“I want you ready in 5 minutes.” He said shortly, and started rummaging in my side of the wardrobe.
“But I’ll need to change and freshen up, and…” I started, but he quickly interrupted me.
“Oh no, you’re not changing or freshening up. You can out some clothes on top of what you’ve got on.” I sat up on the bed, the wetness between my legs sloshing around. He tossed a short, red pleated skirt my way, and then a black, oversized graphic hoodie.
“But Master… My panties feel all wet and gross, and I’m all sweaty and smelly.” I protested.
He took a deep breath in, and then I knew I fucked up again. “For fucks sake, are you really arguing again?” he said loudly. He walked towards me, and he towered above me.
“No! No Master, I’m just… Negotiating” I said quickly, cowering on the bed a little. His expression softened.
“Negotiating?” he asked, exacerbated. I nodded, looking up at him sweetly. “Well Lottie, I don’t see any of my other property negotiate with me? Did my clothes negotiate when I put them on? Does my computer negotiate when I use it? Do any of my *other* sex toys negotiate?” he put a lot of emphasis on the word ‘other’, implying that I am also one of his sex toys. I loved that, even though he was scolding me.
“No master” I said in a low voice. “I guess a PC can kind of negotiate though…” I thought out loud. “When you like, try to do too much, and it like… I don’t know, blue screens?” when I finished my thought, he just stared at me with his eyebrows raised, and then he laughed.
“Are you blue screening Lott?” he asked amused. I shook my head and bit my lip. “Am I asking too much of you?” He asked, this time being serious. “Tell me if I am.” he added, looking into my eyes kindly, with a caring expression.
“No Master” I answered, getting both of us back in the scene, but revelling in knowing how considerate he really is.
“Well then princess.” He said, straightening himself up, and putting his ‘Master’ face back on. “Tell me then, why the fuck did I just spend 10 minutes wasting time, arguing with my little fucktoy?” he asked in a raised voice, commanding respect and I felt myself easily slip back into my submissive role.
“I’m sorry Master, I’ll get dressed now, I didn’t mean to waste your time.” I said meekly as I stood up, and took the shirt he chose for me in my hand. Before I could even start getting dressed, he grabbed the skirt off me, and threw it back onto the bed. “Master?” I asked tentatively.
“Get undressed, just leave your cum soaked panties on.” He ordered. I didn’t know what he was going to do, but I did as I was told. He went into my lingerie drawer, and took out a black leather harness, which strapped around my breasts, ribs, neck and thighs. The neck strap had a little metal loop on it, which is meant to be used as a leash attachment. He turned to me and said
“Take the choker off as well, and put this on. Leave the cuffs on your wrists though” As I started to get the harness on, he went into our toy box, and rummaged a little. Over the last 6 years, the box had gotten pretty full, and we’re not exactly the most organised people. He took out one of our newest additions; an anal hook. I stopped putting the harness on and just stared at him in disbelief. We have only used the anal hook once before, and while I really liked it, I never anticipated going out in public with it in.
“Go on” he encouraged me, with that condescending tone. “Make sure the loop on the neck is at the back princess.” He stood there watching as I pull the harness straps tighter with shaky hands, and he was swinging the anal hook in his hand nonchalantly. My heart was literally in my throat. I was a little scared, and a lot turned on. Once I’d finish strapping myself up in the harness, he ordered me to bend over, after confirming that I don’t need the toilet. I did as I was told, regardless of how apprehensive I was, I knew it was better to do what he says without argument. He pulled my wet panties to the side and he dipped the hook in my pussy juices.
“Maybe I won’t use lube, do you think your pussy and my cum is enough to get this into your tight little asshole?” he taunted me.
“No Master” I shook my head. “That would hurt, please use at least a little bit of lube.” I said.
“Hmm… Are you sure?” He collected some wetness with his finger, and slowly put it in my asshole. His finger felt great on my starved pussy, but when he started to finger my ass I started moaning like the cum hungry slut I am. “See, my finger went in easy.” He said playfully.
“Please lube my little bumhole up Master” I begged, as I started to back my ass up on his finger. I knew he will use lube, but he just wanted to hear me beg. I knew how much that turns him on.
“Ah, okay princess.” He said caringly. He started fingering my ass a little harder, making me moan, and very suddenly he stopped. He went to get the lube, and put a generous amount on the anal hook. I pushed my ass out, and spread wide for him, to show him how eager I am. My ass was still bruised, so touching and spreading it for him was painful, but I loved it, it was cathartic. The metal plug felt very cold when he softly pressed it to my skin. It was very slippery, and I was already stretched by his finger, so when he pushed the plug against my asshole, it went in easily, and then the opening tightened around the slim part of it. Then he pushed it in a little further and I moaned again. And then further again, until I could feel the cold metal of the hook all along my bum crack and up the small of my back. He then tied a velvety rope to the end of the hook. “Stand up princess” he ordered. When I did, I could feel the plug and hook adjusting inside me, with the most uncomfortable, but also the hottest sensation ever. He came up very close to me, and took the velvety rope attached to the hook, and pulled it through the loop on my harness collar, and then pulled it tighter.
“Fuck!” I called out, I brought my shoulders back and tilted my head backwards. The hook was pushing both on my insides, as well as on the opening, stretching it up a little bit. I couldn’t walk like this. “Too tight Master.” I told him. He graciously loosened it up a little until I was comfortable, until I relaxed. And then cheekily pulled it a tiny bit tighter, where it lingered on that very fine edge between okay and not okay. He tied it there, and looked at me with a challenging expression. I didn’t say anything. I knew I could manage this for him.
I went to pick up that skirt again to put it on, but be quickly said “Wait, I’m not done yet.” I held the piece of clothing in my hand for a second before carefully placing it back on the bed. *What on earth would he want to do to me still?* I wondered.
He went back to our toy box, and came up with nipple clamps. My eyes widened, and instantly I said “No.” We bought them a couple of years ago, but I hated them. My nipples are so sensitive and the pain was too much, I could never tolerate them. “No, no way.” I kept saying. I remembered my ‘slow down’ safe word “Yellow. Liam, you know I don’t like them.” I said frantically.
“Hey, Lottie, calm down” he said softly, and hugged me a little. Doing this, he tugged on the rope tied to my anal hook, and make me gasp and shudder. “My baby… My little princess” he said tenderly and kissed my forehead. “How about, princess, we erm… **Negotiate?**” he asked, and smiled cheekily.
I blinked a couple of times. “What?” I stood bewildered, and then I started laughing. Here he was, torturing me for attempting to negotiate before, and now he wants to negotiate himself. I found it ironic, and couldn’t stop laughing and giggling. “Shit, *haha* sorry Liam… Fuck, I mean Master, sorry!” I managed a half assed apology through my laughter, completely losing character. He looked at me and just rolled his eyes, before tugging hard on the rope again, and spanking my already sore ass. The hook readjusting deep inside me, and the singing of my skin brought me back to reality. “Ah, Master!” I exclaimed. “Im sorry, I’m okay now. Master” I said dutifully.
“Good. Right then princess, I propose a compromise with the nipple clamps.” He said. He started playfully tugging at my nipples and playing with my little boobies.
“Okay Master. How we do compromise on me either wearing it not wearing them?” I asked, with probably a little too much sass.
“Well, firstly my princess will watch her lip or that compromise will be out the fucking window.” He commanded, his voice so powerful, it made me cower a little again. I still had a silly smile on my face, so I took a few deep breaths and composed myself.
“Yes, Master. Sorry. I fully belong to you, I just… Lost it for a second. I’m yours, and I’m really thankful that you’re willing to compromise for me.” I whimpered and I started planting kissed all over his body again. “You’re such a loving and merciful Master, thank you for being so kind to me.”
“Okay, okay. Stop talking now.” He said and gently pushed me away. “Now, you’re going to wear the nipple clamps for me. **No argument**.” He quickly said when I started to part my lips again. “But it’s okay, because you can put them on yourself, and do it as lightly as you like. You don’t even have to squeeze them at all, as long as they stay on. I just want to know they’re under your jumper when we walk princess.” He explained, softly stroking my back.
I looked up at him. He looked magnificent, so confident and self-assured, and I trusted him with every part of me, but I was still scared. Last (and first) time we tried those clamps, my nipples were sore and painful for a week.
“Can I say ‘no’ to this compromise, Master?” I asked carefully, my voice shook just a little as I spoke.
He thought about it for a couple of seconds. “You can… And I won’t punish you. But I’ll be very disappointed.” He said, his eyes piercing through my soul again.
“Okay Master.” I said, and stretched my hand out. The last thing I wanted was to disappoint him.
“You’re such a good girl, Lottie.” He commented as he passed the nipple clamps to me. They were connected by a little chain, and they had a little screw to tighten or loosen them. He watched as I put them on, my nipples hardening from the very first touch. I tightened the first… Just a little. So that I barely felt it, but to make sure it stays on. And then I moved onto the other one, and did the same. I looked at him… Fuck, he’s so beautiful and he’s so happy with me right now. I wanted to please him more, so I went back to the clamps and tightened them more while looking up at him. I grimaced a little when it became painful, and then I twisted the screw one more time, for good measure. My mouth made a perfect ‘O’ shape and I started breathing more heavily, my chest rising and falling with every breath.
“Fuck princess, you look absolutely striking.” He said, and he leaned in to kiss me. “Come on now, get dressed. Put on your knee highs to keep those beautiful long legs nice and warm baby.”
I got dressed in the outfit he chose; the skirt was so short that the hoodie nearly covered it all, but it still peeked through the bottom. My black thigh high socks revealed a couple of inches of skin between them and the skirt. My panties were still wet, and I could feel it dripping down my thighs, and when we walked around the slight breeze was very cool on my wet skin. I didn’t have anything but the leather harness and nipple clamps on underneath my hoodie either, so I felt the chill on my body as well, and with every single step and every movement I could feel the anal hook so deep inside me, moving around, stretching my asshole. The rough material of the hoodie brushed on the nipple clamps tugging at them lightly. It felt so good, and yet so dirty, and my pussy just kept getting wetter and wetter. And all the while, my Master kept whispering in my ear.
“How does it feel to be such a good little slut for your Master? Walking around in public, hooked and clamped.” He kept telling me, reminding me how dirty and slutty this was, but he also kept telling me how much of a good girl I was, and that he was going to give me an incredible reward. “I’m so proud of you right now princess, you have no idea how much you’ve pleased me.”
*Imma end it here for now before it becomes a whole ass book in one post. Part 3 coming soon*.
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