Finally finished part 4! If you haven’t read them already, here’s the other parts for context:
[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)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/lgyfg9/48_hours_of_submission_part_2_getting_ready_ds_mf/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)
[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/linxyw/48_hours_of_submission_park_three_a_walk_in_the/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)
By the time we got home, the adrenaline rush has mostly worn off, but I was still very excitable, and I couldn’t get the imagine of myself in that mirror out of my head. Or the fact that we were so close to getting caught, or knowing that Master was so turned on by me that he *just* had to have me there and then. I practically skipped home, and I thoroughly enjoyed the sensations that the toys were giving me.
As soon as we got home, Master went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He then guided me to the bedroom and commanded I undress, and being in that post very public and very risky orgasm bliss, I obliged instantly.
“Get on all fours, on the bed.” He told me as he started taking his own clothes off. Instead of doing what I’m told, I walked towards him and touched his bare chest with my finger tips, and smiled at him. He was about 4 inches taller than me, and much bigger, with broad shoulders and a round soft belly, and a generous amount of body hair. At most times he could be likened to a cute teddy, an oversized plushie which I absolutely loved to cuddle. At the moment, with his stern expression and dominant presence he was more akin to a grizzly bear, just waiting to pounce and tear me to shreds. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like both.
“Mmm, Thank you Master. For earlier.” I said as I tried to stand on my tiptoes to kiss his lips, but he held me by my shoulders and wouldn’t let me near his face.
“I said, on all fours.” He repeated with a new dangerous spark in his eye.
“I just wanted a kiss, Master…” I pouted and tried again to kiss him, but he held me tighter. “What’s so wrong with a little appreciative affection?”
“Nothing, but I gave you a fucking order!” he boomed, and pinned my arms to my sides. I tried to fight to get free, but I knew it was completely futile since he’s so much stronger than me. “Now don’t make me say it the third time.” He said, as he spun me around to face the bed, and he gripped the rope which was still attached to my collar and my anal hook. He pulled it gently as a warning, and I gasped silently. I knew I had to stop fighting, because if I tried to get free now, he would choke me and probably rip my asshole apart, so I stood in front of the bed, with my arms dangling aimlessly by my sides.
“But you said I was a good girl before. You can’t just take that back now-ooh!” I tried to argue, but he tugged on the rope again, harder this time, and held it there ever so slightly restricting my air flow with the collar around my neck. I could see my chest rising and falling with every struggling breath that I took.
“You were a good girl” he agreed. “You did so well when we were out princess…” He brought his hand around my body and up to my breasts which were decorated with nipple clamps. “… So don’t go and ruin it all for yourself now, or you won’t get your reward baby.” His face was close to mine and I could feel his warm breath behind my ear. He loosened his grip on the rope, which allowed me to breathe easier, and then he kissed my neck.
“I thought you’d already rewarded me Master. By letting me come earlier.” I said, slightly confused.
“You think that was your reward?” he said in that condescending tone of his. “That two minute quickie in a toilet? Fuck, Lottie, why do I even bother trying if you’re so easily pleased?” he laughed, as he flicked my clamped nipple.
“Ow! Fuck Liam! I mean, Master… shit you know I don’t like that!” I exclaimed. The sharp pain radiating from my nipple made me grit my teeth. I enjoy a little bit of pain every now and then, but my nipples are the one part that I prefer to be a bit more gentle with.
He just stood behind me, with a tight grip on the rope to ensure I don’t try to get away from him or turn around to face him, and he laughed even louder. “Well then stop being such a bratty, disobedient, little cunt, and do as I say.” He let go of the rope and pushed me forward onto the bed. I didn’t say anything, but I also didn’t attempt to get onto the bed. I wanted to turn around to face him again, to challenge him, but I was a little scared. “Get. On. All. Fours.” He repeated after I hadn’t moved. “Now!” he raised his voice, which startled me.
I puffed and pouted, and finally did as I was told, even if slightly begrudgingly. I was on my knees and elbows, bent over for him, as he stood behind me. I looked back at him, and saw him bend down. I felt him gently kiss my asscheek, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Here’s your ‘appreciative affection’ princess” he said, and then he slapped my ass with his open palm, hard. “Now come on, we’re wasting water here… Think of the planet.” He said, reminding me that he had turned the shower on, and I could hear the water splashing in the distance. He then began to undress me, starting with taking my soaked panties off, and then untying the rope. As soon as the rope was off, I felt my head and my shoulders relax. He gently removed the anal hook. And… Ah, what a relief that was. As much as I loved having my asshole filled, allowing it to finally relax after over two hours was bliss.
“Stand up princess” he told me. I sighed and didn’t argue this time. He started to unclasp the hooks of my soft leather harness. “Mm, I’m gonna enjoy taking those nipple clamps off in a second.”
“You’re such a fucking sadist” I said, sulking a little, but also enjoying the touch of his fingers on my skin. Anyone who has used nipple clamps will know that taking them off after wearing them for a long time is much more painful than just keeping them on. When all the blood rushes back to that neglected area, they become hypersensitive, and holy crap, does it sting…
“Yes princess” he laughed at my comment. “But you know you love it.” He finally took the harness off, and he took my chin in his hand to life my face up towards his. He looked deep into my eyes, and I could just melt into those chocolate irises. He smirked, showing off his cute dimples. “You wouldn’t be making those silly remarks and talking back like you do with that bratty attitude of yours, if you didn’t like me getting a little sadistic.”
I had to bite my lip to stop the smile from showing up on my face; I didn’t want to explicitly show him that I do in fact enjoy it, as it would ruin the fun. “I’m a gentle soul Master” I said quietly, and stuck my tongue out at him.
“Of course princess” he pet my hair, and then pulled me to sit down on the bed next to him. He put his hand on my belly and ran it up my side towards my breast. I closed my eyes, and he kissed my forehead as he very slightly pulled on the nipple clamp. I gritted my teeth, but didn’t say anything. Then he put his other hand on my other breast, and very quickly unscrewed both clamps. He caught one in his hand, and the other fell on my lap. I bit my lip in anticipation, and sure enough in the next couple of seconds my nipples started stinging and burning, and I squirmed as he gently massaged my boobs. Every time he brushed my nipples with his finger, my body shuddered a little and I let out a soft groan. It hurt. A lot. I knew we left them on for way too long, and he did as well. He lowered his mouth and took my nipple in his lips, he kissed it gently and licked it with his tongue, but it was still stinging like hell, and I felt tears form in the corners of my eyes. I tried to blink them away. He continued to kiss and massage my tits for a bit longer and eventually the pain subsided.
“I didn’t like that at all” I said grumpily, and quickly added “Master.”
“I did.” He laughed. He stood up and left the room, heading to the bathroom.
“You’re mean!” I shouted after him, before following him in. He stood by the bath, naked, waiting for me, and when I walked in he gestured me to the floor.
“I think I’d like you to lick me clean before I hop in the shower.” He said nonchalantly. I raised my eyebrows and opened my mouth to say something, to object, but I decided against it. “Come on baby, be a good little princess and clean your Master up.”
I kept eye contact as I dropped to my knees in front of him, looking at him with my big innocent blue eyes. They were a little puffy and red from the pain of removing the nipple clamps.
“What does it smell like princess?” he asked.
“It smells like dick” I answered shortly, before licking up his soft shaft. He laughed. He reached his hand into the shower, under the water stream, and then playfully flicked some water onto my face. I shook my head and blinked away the water. “Hey!”
“Be nice, princess.”
“It smells and tastes absolutely exquisite Master, Michelin star level.” I said, teasing him, and he laughed again. It didn’t, it smelled like sweaty dick, drenched in both of our cum, but I genuinely liked it. The smell and taste reminds me of the fun times I have with him. It was salty from his sweat, a little bitter from his cum, and sweet and metallic from my own juices. When I finished licking the shaft, I pulled him foreskin back, and licked around the tip, and took him into my mouth. It very slightly started swelling up inside me, but he has already came 3 times today, so he didn’t get fully hard. I then moved on to sloppily cleaning his musky balls. They were covered in my own dried juices from when they slapped across my pussy as he fucked me from behind in the cafe toilet.
He petted my head as I licked him clean, and when he was happy with me, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me up. I greedily licked my lips to show him how much I liked his dirty cock.
“Good girl.” He said, and I smiled sweetly. We got into the shower and paused for a little bit. We cleaned each others bodies, with the hot water gently caressing our skin. It was moments like these during those weekends that made it so easy to cope with the lack of control or freedom, because being so close to him, and making him happy, and giving him pleasure makes it all so worth it. We embraced each other and reminded ourselves of our love towards each other.
He got out of the shower first, and dried himself off, as I finished washing my hair. He then took our biggest towel out of the cupboard and held it out in front of me.
“Arms up princess” he said with a smile. I lifted my arms and he picked me up wrapping the towel around me, lifting me out of the bath like a child. I giggled and wrapped my arms and legs around him. He kissed my chin, and then gave me a quick peck on the lips before putting me down on the floor next to him, drying me off with the towel. He walked with me to the bedroom and laid out some more clothing for me on the bed.
“Put this on when you finish doing your hair, I’ll pick out a movie.” He said. I take a long time doing my hair – it’s curly and it needs a lot of care. Once I’d finished I got dressed in what Master picked out for me: just a black band tee, black garter and stockings. He also left my wrists and ankle cuffs on the bed next to the clothes, but I wasn’t sure if they were just left there from the morning, or if I was meant to put them on for now as well. I decided to put those on too, just in case.
When I entered the living room, he was relaxing on the sofa, Netflix was on but he was just scrolling on his phone. I noticed that he had completely cleared the coffee table, with the exception of a lit candle burner. The aroma from the scented candle filling the room was sweet, warm, and inviting. I fully knew that the wax from the candle melt will soon be on my body, and my heart rate automatically increased and my stomach did a back flip in my belly. Hot wax play was probably one of my favourite things ever, and I couldn’t control my smile.
“Ah princess, there you are.” Master noticed me standing in the door. He complimented my hair, and offered to take a picture of the back of it. (Author’s note: anyone with curly hair will understand, it was a hella good wash day tbh!) He took a couple of standard pictures, and then I posed by lifting my hair up and back, and I leant my head back. “Glance back at me princess.” He commanded, and I obliged. I gave a sultry look into his camera, and then smiled at him. He then asked me to pose for him, with the poses becoming more and more risqué, and I loved every minute of it. Call me vain, but Master taking pictures of me turns me on so much, especially when he is ordering me around and telling me how to pose to look the sexiest for him.
“That’s enough princess.” He said eventually, and sat down on the sofa, patting the seat beside him to invite me to sit next to him. I snuggled up to him, with my legs on top of his, and his arm around my waist.
“Let’s see the pictures then.” I asked.
“Baby, where’s your manners?” he said with eyebrows raised.
I rolled my eyes and sighed playfully “Pleaseee.” I whined.
“Please… What?” he continued to push. I stared at him, and he stared back. His hand on my waist grabbed tight and he dug his fingers into my body.
“Ow!” I shouted, and tried to wriggle out from his grip, but he only gripped tighter. “Ugh, okay, okay! Please Master!” I said begrudgingly, and he let go of my body. I relished in being physically forced to show my respect. That way I know he has earned it.
“See… You can be a good girl.” He chuckled and squeezed my side one more time, which made me gasp again. I didn’t reply, but waited for him to reach for his phone to look through the pictures. I looked at him expectantly. “What? Oh! Sorry I forgot what you actually wanted.” He said and laughed at himself. I stared at him again in disbelief. The absolute cheek of him.
“You’re such a nob!” I told him, at which he proceeded to squeeze my side again.
“Watch that mouth little one.” He warned.
“Sorry. *You’re a nob Master*.” I retorted. “I wanted to see the pictures.” I repeated, rolling my eyes again. Sometimes I can’t control my attitude.
“Oh yeah… You didn’t say please again, princess.” He laughed.
“Oh come on! They’re my pictures!” I argued.
“I don’t think so, they’re my pictures.”
“Of me!”
“Taken by me. On my phone.”
We had a bit of a back and forth, a debate about whose pictures they are, and we both raised our voices a little. His grip on my side was very tight, hurting me just enough. I tried to grab his phone, which made him put his hand around my wrists to hold me in place. I was getting so turned on by this, I continued to argue.
“If I take a picture of a pretty sunset, does the photo belong to the fucking sun?” He made a pretty valid point.
“I’m a human, not the fucking sun!” I said, but I was getting pretty heated in the argument, I might as well have been a burning star. I enjoy a good debate in a normal context, but when it’s with my Master, as he is physically holding me down and trying to put me in my place, it drives me wild.
He took a deep breath. “You’re my sunshine princess, you bring light and warmth into my life.” He replied calmly, but he did not relax the grip on my body or my hands. I opened my mouth ready to argue back, but when I realised what he said, all my fight and feisty attitude depleted, and I started to feel all gooey inside. “What? Nothing more to say?” he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
“They’re still my pictures Master.” I muttered with a sly smile on my face.
“Alright sunshine.” I sensed some irony in his voice, and soon enough I knew why. He repositioned himself on the sofa, and picked me up to bend me over his knees. I was feeling too gooey to put up a fight. He put his phone in my hands and told me to look through the pictures.
“Thank you Master.” I looked over my shoulder to look at him, and smiled triumphantly, even though my ass was in the air on his lap and he had that sexy dark expression on his face. I bit my lip, as I unlocked his phone. As soon as I found the gallery app, I felt a piercing smack on my ass, and I kicked my legs up and down a little. “Thank you Master.” I said again, in a breathy voice. “Do I need to count?” I asked nonchalantly, as if to show him that I am not bothered by his spanking.
“No, no sunshine.” He replied with that same nonchalant tone. “You just look through *my* pictures.” He said as he stroked my recently smacked bottom.
“They’re mine, but okay.” I sang playfully, as I started swiping. He spanked me again, his rough skin on his hands rippling through my body. Gritted my teeth. I looked good on the photos. My hair looked great. My nylon stockings and suspenders digging into my fair skin as I bend over for him. Smack! I felt another sharp sting of his palm on my ass. There were photos of my lying on the sofa with my legs spread and my tiny pink pussy on perfect display. Smack! His rough hand met my ass cheek again. There were a few photos where I tugged at my t-shirt, innocently pulling it down to cover myself, or seductively pulling it up to reveal my flat belly and small boobies with their pink nipples. Smack! He hit me again, this time I let out a moan. My poor bum has already taken a beating in the morning, and it was only just starting to feel better, but now he’s punishing me again. The next few photos were mainly of my face; smiling, laughing, biting my lip, sticking my tongue out. Smack! Smack! Smack! He spanked me three times in short succession and I was unable to stop the silent scream escaping my lips. I swiped again for the next photo. Smack! I swiped again. Smack! I was squirming underneath his arm, kicking my feet up. I didn’t notice I was tearing up, until I tasted the saltiness of my tears on my lips. He spanked me in varying intensities with each new picture, but I knew he was holding back still. Me must have hit me more than 20 times, but I felt like I could take more, and my pain tolerance isn’t very high. Finally the pictures finished, and I was swiping on his old photos and memes.
“Did you like my pictures?” he asked me, as he still held me down with one hand on my back, and the other on my ass.
“I loved *my* pictures, Master.” I replied with a smile, giggling at a meme on his phone. SMACK! “Fuck!” I cried out. This time he did not hold back, my entire body shook with pain, as it stung and burned.
“Whose pictures are they?” he asked with a demanding tone.
I didn’t answer straight away. I took a few deep breaths, and I looked back at him as tears fell from my eyes. “Mine, Master.” I said and closed my eyes tight in anticipation. And indeed in a split second, I felt and heard another one. SMACK! I cried out again and dropped his phone down onto the floor. I tried to reach back to massage my poor ass, but he grabbed my wrists and held them behind my back.
“Whose pictures are they?” he repeated the same question, with the same demand in this tone.
“MINE!” I shouted back at him. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I didn’t even try to stop my cries now, I shouted out in pain and tried to wriggle out from under his hold. The pain was intense. It was no longer just in my ass cheeks, but it rippled in waves through my body, and I revelled in that feeling. My pussy was throbbing and swollen, my inner thighs were slippery from my wetness, and my toes and fingers tingled. SMACK! He hit me one more time and I sobbed a little bit.
“Now princess… Whose pictures are they?” he growled at me. Like a grizzly bear.
“They’re… ours?” I whimpered through quiet sobs. He shook his head, and chuckled. His grip on my wrists and my body loosened, but he didn’t fully let go.
“Who do you belong to princess?”
“You, Master.” I said quietly, and I settled on his lap.
“That’s right. So if you belong to me, who does your poor, little, red ass belongs to?” He asked, and put his hand on my sore ass, and stroked it gently.
“You, Master.” I said as I sucked air in through my teeth. His hand was burning into my raw skin.
“Good girl.” He said, and he slid his hand down in between my thighs, and started stroking my wet lips. I moaned quietly. “And what about your wet pussy?”
“You, Master. It’s yours.” I said, trying to control my breathing. The stinging sensation from my sore ass cheeks, paired with his skilled fingers was sending me wild.
“And what about your sexy pictures?” even though my eyes were closed and I was lost in bliss, I heard the smile on his lips as he said that. I couldn’t argue now.
“They’re also yours Master.” I said, defeated, and continued to moan, and he slowly caressed my swollen clit. He won.
“Good girl.” He said with pride. His fingers danced around my sensitive pussy as I was bent over on his lap. He let go of my hands, but I kept them crossed behind my back, holding my own wrists. He stopped stimulating my clit for just a second, as he lifted up my t-shirt and scrunched it up on the top of my back, and then continued touching me just the way he knows I love it. Just one finger, slowly going up and down the entire length of my lips, collecting the wetness from inside and dragging it back up to my clit. The split second touch on my clit made my body shudder with pleasure, and then the budding sensation would die down as he moved his finger back down, but soon enough his finger would be back on my clit, igniting it again. His other hand went to my ass, to the bruised and sore skin which he squeezed and patted lightly, sending a stinging sensation down to my already stimulated pussy. I moaned a little louder.
I felt him shift a little, he reached forward to the coffee table, but continued to brush my clit with his rough fingers in a slow and gentle rhythm. And then very suddenly I felt a burning hot liquid dripped onto my back. “Ahh!” I shouted out and quickly bit my lip. I felt chills all over my body, as that small part of my skin burn under the melted hot wax from the candle burner. I gripped my wrists tighter, waiting for the next drop of wax to fall onto my cold fair skin. And soon enough, more wax made its way down onto my back, and dripped down my sides. It burned in the best way, and he continued to gently torture my poor little pussy with his fingers. He used a spoon to pour the wax from the burner; that way he could get more of it all at once to make it burn more.
He stroked my clit, as I squirmed on his lap with my ass in the air, with hot wax burning my skin. Every time new drop of wax touched my skin, I moaned and cried out more. He poured the wax on my ass, exactly where he was spanking me, and I felt it burn and drip down my thigh. His touch on my clit sent electric sensations in waves through my body, and the burn and pain just made them ten times more intense. I couldn’t control my moans or my body anymore, I was digging my own fingernails into my forearms, and screaming and wriggling as I came on his fingers. He poured some more wax on my skin, but soon he held me down as I came, allowing me to ride that wave of pleasure a little longer, as my body was shaking and shuddering.
“See how nice I am when you behave?” he said in a soft voice, as I came down from my orgasm. I was breathing rapidly and my heart was racing.
“Yeah, but it wouldn’t be as fun.”
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