I unmounted her quickly. Her tight pussy closing with a slop as I pulled out. Her intense breathing and gasps were everything I imagined they would be. I stood above with the belt taught for a few seconds. The way her back arched was majestic. I spat on her, dropped the make shift collar and lead belt and let her fall down naturally with fatigue. With her face to the ground, it took her only two seconds before she leant back and spread her arse cheeks like she knew she was supposed to. I smiled at her eagerness to serve and please. Then I spat at her gaping fuck holes one more time as we both panted, catching our breath.
This woman in front of me was everything I needed. I had to mindfully calm myself otherwise I would have jumped back on her and finished balls deep with a growl.
“What are you?”
“A slut to use.” She replied. Her sloppy pussy and arse opening and closing with her heavy breaths.
“Up.” I said as I walked across the room to take a seat, shaking my legs off to stop my left thigh from cramping.
Moving her arms up to place behind her back she sat up straight putting herself into Position.
“Turn.”
She turned around to face me, shifting herself from knee to knee. She looked into my face before quickly looking away and then down.
“Look at me slut.”
Her eye makeup was smudged and running slightly. Her hair mildly messed up. She looked at me as she started to catch her breath. Fatigued and yet eager. Shy and vulnerable. Aware we had only just begun. She knew I hadn’t even started to break her down.
“What are you?” I asked again.
“A slut to be used.”
“Just a slut?”
“Your slut.”
“Yes, you are. Your amazing.” I smiled at her.
She looked down and then caught herself and looked straight back into my eyes.
“How are your knees on the wooden floor?”
“Okay . . .” she said straightening her back slightly.
So far, I had stripped her, ordered her onto all fours on the bed, inspected her for the first time in person. I Had her suck my cock as I bound her neck with my belt. I ate her pussy and arse, pinched and slapped her body all over, letting her get used to my touch and warming her up before roughly putting her onto the floor where I mounted her.
This was the first set of serious orders she had received in person. So far, she had done perfectly.
“Now spit on the floor and when your done tell me what we have arranged. I want to hear it from your own mouth again.”
She spat in front of her without hesitation then leant forward onto her forearms and began licking the floor clean. As I watched her I noticed my cock dripping and used a finger to gather my juice, as I was about to lick myself clean I remembered where I was. I wiped my wet finger across my thigh knowing I didn’t need to clean myself anymore.
She looked so perfect moving her hair away from her face as she licked and sucked her spit back up. Floor clean, she got back into position, straightened her back and said “We have arranged safe words. Yellow and Red. We have both come to the conclusion that I am an unchained fuck toy who needs to learn her place. I want you to break me.” Her gaze held mine. She was smiling. A little spit on her chin and lower lip. “I want to you to mold me. To make me yours. Ours. I want to be everything you’ve ever longed for. I want to be your little bitch.”
We had discussed all of this prior of course but hearing and seeing her say that stripped, in position, seeing that light and admiration in her eyes was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. My smile was true and beaming.
“You cummed all over my cock little slut. And you have me dripping. You’ll come clean me.”
“Yes _____ (Insert title)”
“But first I want you to close your eyes, straighten that back and breath deep. Think about us and how you have come to be where you are right now. Really think about it . . . . “
I had just meant to admire her as she rested and thought about things. I didn’t need to think about anything. I had done so hundreds of times already. Yet my mind wandered.
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We had been speaking for a few weeks online. I had liked two of her pictures on FetLife and she had sent me a shy, curious message in reply saying simply. “Hey?”
We had smiled, laughed and got to know one another. I was patient. She was cute. We were both flirty and she had told me early on that my openness and humble demeanour made her feel comfortable and somewhat “at home”
She had also told me how she wasn’t use to feeling so vulnerable and yet accepted at the same time. That she wasn’t normally so cautious when it come to thinking with her pussy and just jumping into bed with a man. What we had been discussing wasn’t just your average fuck though, not even your average D/s play session. She didn’t need to explain to me why she was waiting and being patient. She knew I knew why. She respected me because I could wait, her eyes told me told me so.
Yes, we had spoken about what we would do to and for one another in play and with descriptive scenario’s but we had left it at that intentionally. Myriad times she had sent me links of what she had cum to after our chats. Stating how she couldn’t not cum when we parted ways and said our “Goodnights”
After her third time sending me such links. She was given her first Rule. “This is something you do now” I had told her “When you get turned on by something and/or cum from said source. You show me or tell me about it.”
She didn’t question why. Or press me for more information. This was the first time I had heard her genuine submissive side. With the fake “Bratty” act stripped away from her. She went quiet. It was the way I had stated the future that had silenced her. Then she shyly said “Okay”
Two days later she come to me with a request. We had spoken prior about how little subs should always speak up and suggest or ask for things they had been questioning or thinking about. And so, she did. I didn’t push her with another rule, even though I craved to do so. I let her come to me. I wanted her to accept her desires by doing so. For her to show her initiative and openness towards me.
She had messaged me whilst I was at work asking if I were able to chat via voice on Skype. She said she had something she wanted to ask.
“Do you remember that thing we spoke about before?” She said quietly. “The thing where a sub has her underwear chosen for her daily . . .?”
“Of course, I do” I replied smiling to myself. I was so glad this was a rule she was coming to me about. Behaviour Modification was a huge deal within a serious D/s relationship. At first, she had stated how it was cute. Later she had mentioned how such a simple thing could have a real serious effect upon a submissive. How it could become a daily habit that could shape how one thought about dressing every morning. I was so happy she had been thinking about what how it would feel to be shaped by me, even if it was just in this small way.
She didn’t continue . . .
“Name.” I said calmly. “We have told one another many things about ourselves. You have told me things you have never told to anyone before. Things you have only just allowed yourself to truly admit. I’m still here and you know I smile when I see a call or message from you.”
“Yeah . . .”
“If you want something little sub. You ask me for it.”
I wouldn’t allow her to get away with being silent. We were working together on building her confidence up. I wanted her to ask me. I know she wanted to ask.
“If I show you some of my panties later on tonight. Will you . . . you know?”
“Do I?”
“Arrrrrgh” she growled down the phone. I could hear her smiling. “Will you choose my panties for me tomorrow. Please?”
I smiled with her. She was too fucking cute.
“I would love too. I’ll have three pairs to choose from on my phone by Eight PM tonight. No earlier. No later.
Things carried on like this for a week longer. She posed in the underwear I had chosen for her every morning. We laughed and got to know one another more. We spoke about the books we were reading. Films we recommend one another and how we were pushing ourselves to grow in our certain mental and physical health goals.
When we weren’t in heat and chatting about our desires for humiliation and degradation. Depraved animalistic fucking and our romantic ideas about what a D/s relationship could truly be if done right. It was all very cute.
The first time we met in person was perfect. We spoke for hours, walking along the beach and cuddling. After I had kissed her, my nuzzles into her cheek had her bare her neck to me naturally. She had worn very mild deodorant and no perfume, just like I had asked her to. She smelled of perfection. Her neck tasted salty and warm as I marked her with my teeth for the first time.
She stated how the other guys who she had “subbed” for were just eager to fuck and slap her around. That they didn’t really know what they were doing and she could sense how they wouldn’t be able to use her how she really desired. She told me how she had turned them down and walked away from them having come to the conclusion that for her to truly give herself to a Man, to a Dom. It would have to be something that felt right. She needed that mental longing to please if she was going to serve someone. She needed to know the mind that was going to fuck hers.
We hadn’t gone back to a room. She was adamant we wouldn’t fuck this first-time meeting and I respected that. Though I told her that the second time we would meet would be when she would be taken. That I would begin to mold her into the perfect little slut we both longed for. That if she decided we would meet after thinking about it all with a fresh mind. That we would then start to put all we had been discussing into real life practice.
She agreed.
She looked me in the eyes and kissed me.
“I fucking need to be used. I truly do long for what we have been speaking about all this time. I really want to molded and owned. You have shown me this side of my myself, my desires with more clarity then I have ever seen or known them.”
She gave me that adorable smile as I kissed her on the cheek and squeezed her hip. I walked away leaving her alone with her thoughts knowing we wouldn’t speak until she rang me later that night.
—
I loved how patient she was, her eyes closed, breathing lightly now. Everything about this woman made me fucking ache.
She opened her eyes and smiled at me watching her.
“Happy?” I asked her.
“She nodded.”
“Come clean this cock slut.”
She began to crawl towards me, awkwardly and slowly at first. But she caught stride fast. The belt around her neck dragged across the floor behind her.
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I have written this very quickly and somewhat roughly. Only read it through once. I have kept it very simple because one I’m not a good writer and two because I wanted to make sure it could be understood clearly.
This is my first writing pretty much ever. Definitely the first time writing erotica and posting it.
I hope it will intrigue you enough to come tell me your thoughts. I would love a horny little fucker like yourself to come pick up where I have left off (From the female subs perspective) Come send me a PM and ask where I aim to take this or whatever first if you care to
I do aim to take this into more extreme acts of humiliation and degradation. Though done within a loving dynamic with lots of care. I love piss and spit play with lots of animalistic fucking. Scent and full body worship. Feet and verbal degradation.
Limits – Blood, scat, extreme pain.
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