Hello everyone. I posted this from my old Reddit account. I created a new one because I actually may be pursuing writing more seriously. I hope you enjoy and I welcome your feedback.
By Hardened_Lust
**Your first tastes of submission – Part 1**
By Hardened_LustPNW
***Disclaimer***
*This is a work of fiction. All characters portrayed within are 18 years of age or older. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*
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When you draw in that first, gasping breath I know that I’ve got you. The bashfully awkward small talk when you arrive, the pretense of turning on a movie or tv show, the shy cuddles…those are all just formalities. We both know why you’re here, we both know what is going to happen, and yet in the beginning boldness escapes both of us.
Eventually snuggling up turns to teasing touches. The fake “shifting positions” that brings my hand up underneath a breast or makes it drop below your waist happen more regularly until at last we finally cross that imaginary line and begin to make out.
I’ve always hated that “dance”, which is weird for me because I enjoy building anticipation. Lately though I’ve been able to use it to my advantage. It can become fuel for my intensity, and I can channel my hunger for you through it.
All pretenses aside, you’ve probably been waiting for me to make a move. Maybe you’re even a little annoyed at how long I am taking. That’s good. Because we’ve been candid in the past, you know what I like, you know I’m kinky, you’ve hinted strongly that you’re into the things I am. So, when we finally get things going, you’re in a good place for me to contrast my timid, weak display of escalation with my love for control and dominance.
The light petting doesn’t last long. We continue to make out, but my hands begin to roam your body with an increasing tempo. I’m waiting for your breath to quicken slightly, which doesn’t take long. I tease touches near but never against your intimate place, and as my hands grow bolder near your breasts they also begin to play along your jaw, your collar bones, and right beneath your neck.
I like to then shift positions, and position one or both of my knees between your legs. Turning you onto your back my weight begins to press into you and our kisses intensity increases. Your breathing is faster now, perfect. My hand travels the length of your body. From its firm grip on your thighs and ass it presses into your stomach, and firmly travels again to your breast. I weave the fingers of my other hand through your long, beautiful hair and pull you to me in yet an even more urgent kiss. As our tongues meet and play, my hand snakes up between your breasts while the other suddenly grasps your hair in a tight fist.
As I force your head backwards, my other hand closes around your now exposed throat. You feel my weight press into you, and my thigh drag firmly against the crotch of your jeans. Our lips meet again as I clench my hand, choking you. And that is always when you draw that desperate, beautifully agonizing gasp. And I know that you’re mine.
I give you the luxury of hearing my own hunger escape me as I groan with my own pleasure. It’s always fun to see how merely being vocal can toy with a woman. Your own hunger is building, and your hands begin to pull at me, your hips begin to move against me, and your moans and whimpers are becoming deliciously erotic.
Your arms are wrapped around me, your hands roaming. I like to release my grip from your hair or your throat and fasten it around your wrists. Something so simple as stretching your arms above you, pinning them in my iron grip, creates such a sexy response in you as you moan and arch your back. Sometimes you flex against me, trying to break free, and I always respond by gripping hard and stretching your arms out farther. I know you do it because it emphasizes the fact that I am in control of you, and that I have power over you.
“Let’s go to my bedroom,” I say through a kiss, smiling at you. Your eyes closed you smile back, and our foreheads touch. It’s a contented sigh, a happy sigh.
“Ok.”
Pulling you to your feet, I hold your hand and lead you down the hallway. This is where I add more hints of your coming domination, because I pull you after me at a pace faster than the sexy, seductive stride you anticipated. “Oh!” you murmur in surprise, stumbling after me. Looking back at you I grin at your long, wild hair that covers most of your face.
Tightening my grasp, I jerk your wrist towards me and beside my waist, spinning you to the side. It’s the classic Hollywood slam-against-the-wall move, except my hand again closes around your throat. Beneath my hand my forearm lies flat against your chest between your breasts and I drive you backwards. Dropping your wrist with my other hand, I make sure to capture another handful of your hair before you are pressed tall and upright into the wall.
My knee separates your legs and I kiss you hard, my body pressed against yours. Your breath hasn’t slowed, your eyes are shut, and you extend your neck as if to invite even more of a crushing grip. Breaking the kiss our foreheads press together, both of us breathing heavily. Arching your back, I feel you trying to grind against my hip. I know lust is overtaking you. Bringing my lips to your ear I whisper in a low growl, “You are so. Fucking. beautiful.” I emphasize each of the words, and then continue, “When I take you into my bedroom, you’re mine. You are to do everything I tell you to. Do you understand?” You nod. “Answer me.”
“I understand,” in a whisper.
“I understand, what?”
“I understand, sir.”
“Don’t ever call me ‘sir’. It’s common and ordinary. You’re to call me Daddy, do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” breathlessly.
“Good girl.” Taking a wrist again I jerk you from the wall and pin it behind your back, my other hand grasping your shoulder and I push you ahead of me. My room is nearly pitch dark. The darkness of my room contrasted against the well lit living room seems to you to be powerful and enveloping.
Marching you straight into the corner I force you to your knees and press you into it. “Don’t move. Do you understand?” You nod. “I said, do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Normally it wouldn’t take me more than a few seconds to light the candles around the room, but I prefer to leave you in the corner far longer than that. It’s all the better to let the power exchange start to sink in. I take my time, slowly lighting the candles. I walk back and forth a bit, knowing you hear me moving but not knowing what I’m doing. Honestly, I’m just toying with you right now. When the candles are lit and they dimly illuminate the room, I approach you and stand close, my hands pressing down on your shoulders. “Do you remember the safe words I use?” You nod. You should have spoken your confirmation, but I let it slide. “What are they?” I demand.
“Mercy. Green. Yellow. Red.”
“What do I do when I say ‘check’?”
“Give you a color.”
“And if you can’t speak?”
“Three taps or three grunts.”
“That means check in on you, what if you need out?”
“Don’t stop tapping or grunting.”
“Good girl. If I place my fingers in your hands that is the same as check, ok? Squeeze once for green, twice for yellow, and don’t stop squeezing for red. Make sense?” You nod again.
“Jesus Christ stop with the nodding. I asked you a question. Does that make sense?”
“Yes.” Oops.
I crowd your back and shoulders with my thighs, pressing you into the corner. Your hands involuntarily fly out to your sides and press against the walls, an instinctual reflex. Taking a handful of hair, I pull down hard, craning your face upwards towards me. My other hand grabs your throat and squeezes hard, lifting at the same time. I see your breathing fast again, and your eyes are squeezed tightly shut. “You forgot something.” You open your eyes and see me towering above you, staring intensely, and you quickly look away. With another quick jerk on your hair and neck I order you, “Keep looking in my eyes!” And you obey. “When I ask you a question, or give you a command, how are you supposed to respond?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
I smile and relax my grip on your neck. Lowering myself to my knees behind you, my hand traces down your front, over your breasts, your stomach, gliding across your crotch and down your thigh. Using your hair to pull your face towards me I kiss you deeply. When I break the kiss I smirk, “Good girl.” I trace your leg with my hand, sliding it towards where it meets the other. You feel my hand begin to dip between your legs, then continue to just above your mons.
Turning you towards me and helping you to your feet we embrace and kiss passionately. Pressing your back into the corner, my hands find your breasts. Caressing them my fingers glide across your nipples. I can feel them hardening through your shirt. You grind against my thigh as my cock swells. I know you can feel it pressing into you. Directing your hand to it, you rub and stroke it through my jeans, and I groan out loud. We remain together like this for a couple of minutes, it helps you relax and refocus on your arousal and lust.
Gently I guide you towards the center of the floor. Until now your vision has been obscured. I’ve folded several blankets into a perfect 5-foot square. Placing you in the middle of it, I step aside. For the first time you see the bed. Covered in a dark gray, nearly black blanket, the candlelight casts dancing shadows across the items laid out upon it. Your eyes widen briefly, and I see your breathing quicken and turn slightly shallow as you take it all in.
Deep purple coils of ropes are arranged neatly next to each other. Beneath them is an array of paddles, whips, a riding crop and even an old leather belt. The brown belt gleams dully, as does its faded brass buckle. Black velcro cuffs with gleaming chrome fastenings peer ominously from against the dark background of the blanket. A bright white gag made of rope and resembling a horse’s bit and bridle trails underneath it all. Crowning the display are two very large and thick wooden rods, about three feet long each, and with large steel eyelets protruding from each end and from the center. Finally, in each of the four corners and fastened to the bed frame below, are more ropes that are coiled neatly, and with unmistakable loops at their ends.
Moving behind you I gently push you to your knees and whisper in your ear, “You are not to move outside of this square unless I command it. You may not place a hand or a foot outside of it. If you do, you will be punished. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. God you look so beautiful right now, and you turn me on so much. I need you.”
My hands have been trailing up and down your body, cupping your breasts, flicking and pinching your nipples through your shirt, and then under your shirt. Occasionally my fingertips dip beneath the waist of your pants. Lifting your shirt, I pull it over your head and moan at the sight.
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I will post Part 2 shortly when Reddit allows. I hope you enjoyed. Please message me if you want to chat, offer feedback, or have suggestions on something you’d like me to write about. I’m trying to gain experience and skill. I enjoy vivid imagery and using words to arouse the mind. Be safe, Hardened_Lust (formerly FreemindPNW).
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gye7z1/i_love_introducing_you_to_your_submissive_side