We actually started out pretty vanilla, but I suppose there was always an element of domination in our sex lives because he’s 6’6” and muscular, where I’m all of 5’5” with an average frame. He physically dominated me just by standing next to me – let alone when he would throw me on the bed and have his way with me.
So when he told me he wanted me to start calling him Sir, and for me to be more submissive in bed, it seemed like a natural progression. And a hot one at that. I of course immediately agreed.
It was easy at first – because his demands started out simple. Generally it was just him getting bossier than usual. He would tell me what lingerie to wear. He would tell me to do things instead of asking. Give him head. Take off my dress. Play with myself. Bend over. His commanding tone was so sexy.
Soon that wasn’t enough for either of us. That’s when the rules started. The first rule he introduced was that I had no right of refusal. If he wanted a blow job, or wanted to fuck, or anything else, I had to say yes. He would come home from work and without even saying hello demand a blowjob, right there in by the front door. And I obeyed. Every. Day. Sometimes he would take my pants off without saying a word while I was cooking him dinner, and fuck me up against the hot stove. I never argued. I always gave in.
The next rule that came was that I was to only wear skirts and dresses, and I was never to wear panties or a bra. At first this just applied at home, so he had as easy of access to me as he wanted. But after a couple weeks of that, we both decided it would be more exciting if the rule applied everywhere. Grocery shopping, going to work, walking the dog – wearing nothing but a short dress. This set up made me horny all the time. The cool breeze on my pussy as I walked down the street, the texture of my office chair as I sat bare-ass at work – every little thing made my pussy wet. Sometimes at work it would get so bad I couldn’t concentrate, so I would sneak away to the bathroom just to play with myself. I mentioned that to Sir at one point – he demanded photos any time I did it again. Soon he was getting nudes of me from the bathroom at work practically every day!
The third rule was simple, but a huge turn on: wearing a collar. I was to wear a collar always, except for when showering and sleeping. And Sir had to take it off me and put it back on. I was officially to be owned by him. I had several collars – some more subtle than others, for wearing to work and such. But the constant reminder of my place as an owned submissive was everything.
The fourth rule kind of surprised me. We had never done anal anything, but suddenly Sir wanted me to start training for anal by wearing a plug everday. At first I wasn’t very comfortable with it, having had no interest in anal. But I obeyed like a good little girl and wore my plug every day. That was fine, but when I graduated to a slightly bigger plug, I actually started to get into it. I loved the way it stretched me, and filled me up. I loved how naughty it felt to be penetrated all day long. By the time I would get home to Sir I would be a dripping mess.
I trained for what seemed like forever, graduating to larger and larger plugs, but Sir never fucked me in the ass. Every day I would get home hoping that night would be the night he would finally fill me up with his massive cock – but he would just ignore my ass and fuck my pussy. (Not that I’m complaining, I loved any time Sir would fuck me).
Finally, the day came when I was to learn why I had been training – the day our arrangement took a very different turn.
It was a Friday night, we had both just gotten home from work. “I have a surprise for you, little one,” Sir said to me.
“Ooo I love surprises!” I exclaimed. I was instantly intrigued. “What kind of surprise?”
“We’re having company over. An old friend of mine. You’re to be a good little hostess and get our guest whatever he asks for,” he explained, stroking my cheek. “Can you do that?”
I rarely met Sir’s friends, so this was exciting. “Of course! Whatever he wants, I’ll be good.”
He chuckled. “Good girl. Now go change into that red and black number I like so much.”
I was surprised by this request. That was the shortest dress I owned, so short my labia could be seen sometimes. For company? Well, maybe he just wanted to show me off? ‘That’s pretty hot!’ I thought, and nodded my head and went to our room to change.
The dress was not only extremely short, it was also extremely snug. It hugged my curves just right, and squeezed my breasts together even without the aid of a bra. I had to admit, I looked damn sexy in this thing. I slipped into the black heels I knew Sir preferred I wore with this particular dress. ‘Nice,’ I thought to myself, as I looked in the mirror. As I was admiring myself, Sir came in. He grabbed my thick black leather collar and held it up. “This one, I think,” he said, and motioned for me to come to him. I did, getting down on my knees as he had trained me to do for collar changes. He bent down and released the small choker I had on, then strapped my heavy duty collar around my neck. Like the dress, it was a little snug. I liked that. A lot. Something on my face must have given away my thoughts, for then he said, “Little one likes this collar a lot, doesn’t she?” I nodded enthusiastically. “Slut,” he teased. I giggled and nodded again. He kissed me on the mouth, which was all it took for me to melt in his arms. But sadly he pulled away after a moment. “Save that for later,” he said firmly but gently.
And as if on cue, the doorbell rang.
“Go grab us all some beers, hostess,” Sir commanded, as he went to answer the door. I trotted off to the kitchen, heels clicking on the hardwood floor. By the time I had grabbed three beers, Sir and our guest had moved into the living room. Our guest was of similar size and build to Sir, but slightly more muscular. He had a dark, short beard peppered with gray, and tattoos all down his big arms. And he was handsome.
After a moment of taking him in, I remembered myself and immediately blushed, suddenly feeling self conscious in my tiny dress, awkwardly holding three beer bottles.
“Hi!” I managed, and handed him and Sir their beers.
“Hi” said our guest, somewhat amused. “So this is her, huh?” He said to Sir, without taking his eyes off me. I shifted awkwardly.
“The one and only,” Sir said, and did I detect a hint of pride in his voice? “She’s been told to be an obedient little hostess tonight.” At this our guest smiled hungrily.
“Well, little hostess, how about you rub my shoulders and help me relax? I’ve had an awfully long day.” I looked at Sir for approval to touch his friend. He raised an eyebrow.
“You heard him.”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied automatically. Our guest sat down on the couch. I moved around the back and began rubbing his wide, muscular shoulders as I had been instructed to do. They were tight, so I used as much pressure as I could to really get into them.
“Mmmm, she’s good at this,” he said, once again talking to Sir instead of me. I kept going, kneading his muscles with my small hands, slowly moving from his shoulders to his neck. After a few minutes, he pulled away so he could remove his shirt. His body was covered in tattoos, all beautiful and intricate. He really was gorgeous. He leaned back, and gestured for me to continue, so I did.
The guys drank their beers as I continued to massage our guest. When their first round was through, I was told to go fetch another. I got them quickly, like a good hostess, and handed them to the guys before turning to go back behind the couch.
“Wait,” Sir commanded. I froze in place, in the middle of the living room. Our guest looked me up and down.
“Hike up your dress,” the man demanded. My eyes widened. It was obvious Sir wanted to show me off to his friend, but I didn’t think… I must have waited too long to respond because the next thing I know, Sir lifted up the back of my dress and spanked me hard.
“Do are you’re told, slut!” he shouted. I stumbled and my face burned with blushing. That hit really hurt. And I was embarrassed for being reprimanded in front of company. I slowly lifted my dress as I had been told, revealing my smooth pussy to our guest.
“That’s better,” Sir said, somewhat sternly.
“Come here,” our guest commanded, beckoning me with his finger. I walked over to him. He stared at me for a moment, then slid a hand between my thighs. His hands were rough – working hands. His thumb found my clitoris and let out a surprised gasp. Once again I looked at Sir for approval – was he sharing me? Was this really happening?
Sir obviously read my mind, because he chuckled. “Getting the picture now, little one? Yes. He’s here for you.” My heart raced and I felt like I could melt. Sir was sharing me with his very handsome friend! His thumb brushed my clit again and this time I gave into a moan. Sir relaxed back into his chair and watched contentedly. Our guest pulled me closer.
“You enjoy being a little slut, don’t you?” he asked. I nodded and smiled. He continued to rub my clit, making my legs feel weak. “Let me see those tits,” he said in a low, husky voice.
I pulled down the top of my dress, my heavy breasts falling out right at his eye level. He grabbed one, squeezing hard, then pinched my nipple working to make it hard. All the while his other hand kept at my clit, making my pussy ache and twitch.
He pulled me even closer, so he could put my other nipple in his mouth. His beard tickled me a little and I giggled. This made him suck and squeeze me harder – my giggle morphing into a loud moan. At that, his pinching and rubbing and sucking picked up intensity, and my legs began to shake. Sir chuckled from his chair. “Going to cum so soon, baby?” he teased. He knew me so well. Moments later I came, squirting all over the man’s hand. I lost my balance slightly, but he caught me. He let me down to the floor gently, so I wound up on my knees in front of him. He smirked and without missing a beat, unzipped his pants.
“My turn” he said deviously, and pulled out the most massive cock I had ever seen in person. Sure, you see them in porn but my god in person it’s intimidating. As I stared in awe, my head still swimming from the orgasm I just had, he reached out and placed a hand on the back of my head. “Come here.” He pulled me forward onto his cock.
I could barely fit it in my mouth. But I didn’t want to disappoint him or especially Sir, so I ignored the pain in my jaw and went to work. My lips gripped his huge shaft, while my tongue swirled around his head. He was rock hard already. His hand pushed down, and I obeyed, taking more and more of him into my mouth. Up, down, up, down, trying my hardest not to choke. Spit drooled out of my mouth down his cock. I took one hand and began to work the base of the shaft while I continued to get as much of his length into my mouth and throat. I twisted my hand back and forth as his hand moved my head up and down.
“Oh fuuuuuuck,” he said in a quiet moan. This made me giggle, which, with his cock in the back of my throat undoubtedly vibrated his member – he just straight up moaned then. He pushed my head down further. Trying not to choke, I instead made an “mmmmm” sound, to vibrate his cock again. He gripped my hair tighter, and started moving my head faster, really fucking my mouth now. I kept making sounds since he obviously liked it. His moans getting louder, making me wetter and wetter.
Suddenly he pulled me off of him, obviously to keep from cumming. “Get on all fours” he panted. So I did, ass facing him on the couch. He knelt down behind me.
At this point I have to admit that I was so used to having a plug in, and my ass being ignored, that I was utterly shocked when he suddenly pulled it out. I gasped and looked at Sir, probably with a combination of shock and hope, as if to say “Oh is THIS why I’ve been training?” because Sir simply nodded and laughed. He knew I was pleased.
And then the moment came. Sir’s very handsome and very well hung friend slid into my ass. I swear to god I saw stars.
His cock was wider than any plug or toy I had been using, and being stretched out felt amazing. He was longer than any toy I’d used too, so suddenly having something so deep inside me was enough to take my breath away. The first few minutes were slow and deep. Obviously Sir had told him that I had been training but was an anal virgin. He gripped my hips and gently fucked me. After I was more comfortable, and obviously enjoying myself (I couldn’t stop moaning), he began to pick up speed and force. Soon my arms couldn’t keep holding me up, and I wound up with my face on the floor, ass tilted as high as I could get it toward him. He kept going harder and faster. Once again I felt an orgasm run through my whole body, and I squirted all over the hardwood floor. But he wasn’t finished yet, so the pounding continued.
I must have cum three more times before he was done. His last strokes were the hardest yet, and then he filled my ass with his hot cum. He pulled out to be able to sit back, breathing heavy. I collapsed on the floor, which was soaked with my juices. I didn’t care, I was spent. I began to feel his cum leak out of my asshole, making the floor even messier. I took a breath just lying there, in disbelief of what all just happened. Then I looked up at Sir and smiled. Normally, if it was him fucking me, he would require I thank him after. I wasn’t sure who to thank for what in this moment, so I just looked at him. He smiled and nodded. “You’re welcome, little one.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/tupjea/the_reason_why_submissionmfanal
Very well written. Love the female POV.