You should crave hearing those words tumble from my lips, like you crave a sunny day after a week of rain.
You should desire the feel of my hand, or belt, or whatever instrument I choose, striking your bottom, to punish and discipline you for some slight, perceived or otherwise.
You should hunger for my fingers in your hair, forcing my cock into your throat, making you become my personal fucktoy.
You should thirst for every dirty thing I make you do, knowing you want to do them with all you are.
You should be my good girl, because that is what you want, more than anything.
Author: zglass78
Lesson One
“We are going to go slow”, he said, in that unmistakably masculine voice that just made her catch her breath every time he spoke. “I don’t want to break you on our first night together.” *NO! BREAK ME!* She heard his words, even understood them, but she knew what she could take. And what she wanted. And what she wanted was to be his. Completely. Totally. She wanted to be every fantasy, dream, lustful idea, and dirty thought he had ever had. She was more than prepared to take him to his limits, and maybe even push beyond.
“The first rule I have is that you will wear, or not wear, anything I tell you by the time play begins.” He said. He was seated on his sofa, fully dressed from his day in the office. She had just brought him his preferred bourbon on the rocks, and was now kneeling at his feet, back straight, paying rapt attention to every word he was saying. “The second rule I have is that when you have earned your collar, you must wear it at all times, when at home. If you are very good, I will get you a collar to wear out.” He sipped his bourbon, and watched her. She was slowly trying to grind against the floor, and he could tell she was beginning to get antsy for more IMMEDIATE attention.
How to Say Goodbye
*’I must be crazy’*, she thought *’ This is the worst idea I have ever had…’* It had been weeks since she last saw him, and that was a teary eyed affair as she told him goodbye. But here she was, about to knock on his door. *’Maybe he isn’t here. MAYBE if I knock quietly, he won’t hear.’* Torn between sending him mixed signals, and filling the craving that she only trusted him to fill, she slowly raised her knuckles to rap on his door.
She waited for a count of three, but as she began to turn away to make her escape, the door opened. There he was, freshly showered, dressed in a tshirt, and sweats. It was if this unexpected visit wasn’t such a thing, until she saw the surprise in his eyes.
He opened his mouth, and stammered out a “hello!” before she placed one single finger to her mouth, signalling she needed him to be quiet. She then untied the belt to her overcoat, and held it open for him, so that he could see she was only dressed in her shoes, thigh highs, and the collar he had once given her.
He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the leash to the collar, and pulled her inside. The second she heard the deadbolt slide home, she was roughly spun around, and pinned against the wall. His mouth was on hers in a flash; tongues sparring and dancing, as they kissed.
“God, I have missed y…”, she cut him off, with a finger on his lips, and dropped quickly to her knees, coat splaying open around her. Her hands, as always, placed palm up, on her lap. She said nothing. She wanted no words. She simply opened her mouth. The anticipation was killing her, and making her wet. He looked down at her, realizing what she was asking, and dropped his sweats a bit. His now free cock was still growing stiff, as she hungrily sucked it into her throat. She could feel it getting harder as she took him deeper, gagging on it.
*’This feels like home’,* she thought, but immediately chastised herself for it. This was just a means to an end; a cure to her hunger. At that moment, he pulled her up, leading her by the leash to his bed. He tugged the coat from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He left her standing there for a second, as he quickly retrieved his flogger from a dresser drawer. He pulled the leash, forcing her body to bend in half as she settled her hands on his mattress her ass up in the air. She tensed, waiting for the sting, but he was toying with her; merely trailing the leather strips of the flogger against her backside. She refused to speak, though. Even to beg, so she whimpered slightly, and was swiftly rewarded with the sting of leather striking ass.
He swung the flogger maybe a dozen times in total. Each impact coming harder, each bite of leather on flesh a bit more shocking. As quickly as he started, he stopped. Dropping the flogger, he began to gently rub the cheeks of her ass; his hands absorbing some of the heat from the angry welts that were already appearing. Then he swiftly spread her cheeks apart, revealing his favorite place to fuck her. He spit on her asshole, she was going to hate and love him for this tomorrow, before shoving his cock against it. Slowly, pressing it inside her. She gasped as he slid home, filling her up, and making her orgasm. He never failed to make her cum less than a dozen times when they would have sex. He wasn’t going to start now.
And then he fucked her. **TRULY fucked her.** All the anger, pain, sadness, hope, love, compassion, and every other emotion he had towards her came to the surface, as he pounded in and out of her spit lubed ass. She quickly lost count of her orgasms, as she could no longer tell where one ended, and the next began. It may have lasted for hours, or days, or merely minutes. She was beyond caring enough to try to tell. But she could sense his mounting orgasm. That is when he did the unexpected. Suddenly he pulled out of her ass, twisted her around and forced her to her knees, in one smooth motion, and let out a loud growl as he shot his sticky cum all over her face. She instinctively opened her mouth, but was a bit slow in doing so, and only was able to catch the last bit on her tongue.
He let go of her and sagged back, falling into his desk chair, clearly spent. He was smiling, and sweaty, and still smelled good. Those things stuck out to her, as she grabbed her coat, and stood up, quickly pulling it on to her shoulders. She reached up to her throat, and unbuckled the collar; the collar she had been so eager to earn from him. She stepped to him, his cum still dripping down her cheeks, and dropped the collar and leash into his lap. He stared at it, then at her, as she tied the belt to her overcoat, and without wiping off her face, or even saying goodbye, she left.
Inner dialogue of a Dom
*I can’t believe she is doing what I tell her!*
*Don’t smile. Gotta look super serious!!*
*OMG!!! She is going to suck my cock! This is amazing!!*
*DO NOT SMILE!*
*She is so good at this!*
*Did I smack her too hard? Not hard enough? Just right?*
*Jesus H. Christ, she actually loves this!!*
*QUIT SMILING, DUMBASS! YOU WILL RUIN THE MOOD FOR HER!!!!!*
*I will not cum yet. I will not cum yet. I will not cum yet. I will not cum yet…*
*She is so damn pretty!*
*Fucking hell, this is hot! The hottest sex I have ever had!*
*Do not let her see you smile!*
*Did she just smack MY ass?*
*SHE DID! ON PURPOSE!*
*Don’t laugh! Act mad!*
*How do I act mad??*
*Yeah, pin her arms down! Make her beg for it*
*Why am I making her beg for it? I WANT her to have it!!!*
*You smiled again!!! Stop doing that!*
*Fuck, she is wearing ME OUT!*
*Can’t stop. Don’t stop! Keep going!*
*Dammit… I came too soon*
The Stranger
She looked up at her sir, with something akin to a mixture of fear and lust in her eyes. As was often the case when she saw him, she was on her knees, naked; her hands on her thighs, palms facing upwards.
“What are you?” he asked her sternly.
“Your whore” was her simple reply. Those were the correct words. She knew them, she felt them. Hell, she *believed* them. Which is why she was so shocked to find her cheek suddenly stinging from the swift and unexpected slap Sir just doled out to her.
“Louder. We have company, and he didn’t hear you.” He said, revealing a shocking surprise. She had no idea anyone else was here, much less another man. Was this stranger watching her right now? Dare she take a peak around the room to see if she could determine anything about this mystery guest? The simple fact that he told her they weren’t alone sent a shiver of electricity flowing down her spine, and to her extremities. And sent a fresh wave of wetness from her already glistening pussy. She bit her lip and tried to compose herself.
“I’M YOUR WHORE” she said in a much louder voice, but not screaming. She knew this night she had to be a submissive, and not even a bit bratty.
“Good Girl” he said, and she just about melted. Even after all this time, those words, from him, sent her spiraling into a magically wonderful place. “Would you like to meet our guest?”
“Yes, sir” she managed to mutter, in almost breathless anticipation. She heard soft footfalls behind her, then felt someone’s hand touch her shoulder. She looked up as a man, probably 8 or 10 years younger than she stepped around in front of her. He was completely naked, save for a mask he wore to hide his face. She wondered why the mask, but didn’t ask. She knew well enough that her role in this was as plaything. And she so relished that role.
“Do you like our guest?” He asked her, and she curtly nodded. “Show him how much you like him. Suck his cock. Show him how much of a whore you are for me.” Her eyes flashed a devious smile his way, conveying how much she loved when he did this to her, but also how much she trusted him. She leaned forward, careful to not move her hands from her thighs, and took the stranger’s stiffening member into her mouth. Within seconds she was gagging on this newcomer’s cock. She knew both men were watching her do this, but she was only performing for one. She needed HIM to enjoy this, not this man she had never met before.
“Does my precious little slut have skill?” she heard him ask the man who had his cock in her mouth. She looked up, and saw him nod, but not speak. He noticed this, and said “He isn’t allowed to speak. That is the deal. He can play, and have fun, but not speak. I don’t want you to ever know who this man is.”
*That explains the mask* she thought, while getting even more turned on by the idea of the whole thing. *I could KNOW him!* fear told her, briefly, but she flushed it away, realizing he would never do that to her.
“I think our guest would like to fuck you now.” He told her, presenting her with a condom, still in the wrapper. She took it from his hand and began to tear it open, when she felt him lean into her ear and whisper “the rules still apply. You may not cum unless I AM inside you.” Her breath caught, her pulse raced. That was almost an impossible task, and completely unfair. But she was too far gone to turn back now, and she removed the condom from the wrapper, and rolled it down the mysterious gentleman’s cock.
He pointed to the bed, and she laid down spreading her legs wide, as she had been taught. The stranger positioned himself and slid inside her in one smooth stroke. As she began to get fucked, she had to dig her nails into her hands, and bite the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from cumming. She lasted for several long minutes of torturous agony, before blurting out “PLEASE, SIR! MAY I CUM?!?!”
What surprised her most was not that he said no, but that the stranger stopped.
She looked around the room, and saw him undressing, and the stranger slowly stroking his cock keeping it rigid and full. She watched as her sir walked, naked, to the other side of the bed, and laid on his back. His cock was already hard.
“If you want to cum, you know what to do.” he told her. In a flash, she was on top of him.
Lowering herself onto his bare, hard cock, she felt the pent up orgasms begin to wash over her, and she shuddered and half screamed in the intensity of the pleasure. She leaned over him, as she rode him; locking eyes with him. She noticed an almost evil twinkle in his eye, when she felt his hands on her hips, slowing her gyrations. Her skin tingled as his hands when around to the cheeks of her ass, and began to spread them open. Her breath caught when she felt the almost forgotten stranger’s freshly lubed finger probe her anus. She suddenly realized what was about to happen, and she let out a shuddering breath of lust and anticipation.
He had never let anyone else have her ass, while they had been together, but he told her that when she received her first double penetration, it would be done this way. So he could watch her eyes. And he did. She locked her gaze on his, and forced herself to relax as she felt the stranger get into position and push his cock into her ass. She couldn’t believe how stuffed she was. She lost all sense of herself, and just floated away into subspace. All she could do was FEEL. And it felt marvelous.
They fucked her like that for a while, before the stranger began to grunt, and she felt the tensing cock that signified he was filling his condom with cum. The three of them slowed to a stop, allowing the stranger to withdraw.
“Thank him, and tell him goodbye” Her sir commanded. She did so, and watched as the masked man left the room, and disappeared.
The rest of the evening was a blur to her. She wouldn’t have been able to remember the details if she had to, but she knew she loved every minute of it just as much as she loved everything about this man, her sir.
Taking Control
Slowly she awoke, languidly stretching her arms and legs above and below her. She had slept so peacefully, as she almost always did after spending most of the late night hours deeply in subspace thanks to the man who was still bear snoring away next to her. She could tell it was still very early, from the darkness outside her bedroom window, but she felt exceptionally awake now. Maybe it was due to how hard she had slept, but more likely due to the tingling between her legs. How she wanted more of him.
She looked at his unconscious form, with the deep and slow measured breaths. He would not be awake for at least an hour or two, by her estimation, which is exactly when inspiration hit her. She tentatively reached for one of his hands, testing to see if he would awaken. She gently wrapped her hand around his wrist, and raised it above his head, toward her upper corner of the mattress. When he didn’t move, or stop his deep rhythmic snores, she became even bolder. Reaching for the strap that dangled from underneath her mattress she pulled up the velcro cuff, that last night had held her arms and legs pinned, and quietly as she could manage, secured his right wrist. She then slowly crawled out of the bed, and crept to his side, and quickly, but softly did the same to his left wrist. She pulled back the blanket that covered his lower body, revealing his naked form. She smiled, remembering how quickly he had fell asleep after they finished last night, before snaking the leg restraints up towards his feet, securing both of those in place as well.
When he snorted a bit, she froze, afraid her plan would be ruined before she had everything in place. Instead of waking, though, she was relieved to see he just shifted a bit, to an even more ideal position towards the middle of the bed, and then resumed his usual snoring. She found the blindfold that had been covering her eyes the night before, and quickly slipped it over his head, effectively blinding him, should he awaken. Then inspiration struck her yet again.
She grabbed a fresh pair of panties from her drawer. He loved gagging her with her own panties, after making her extremely wet. *Let’s see how HE likes it* she thought, and began stroking her clit slowly, teasing herself, and allowing her body to start the natural lubrication process. After just a few moments, she could feel she was getting quite slick, and wiped her lower lips with those panties, and balled them in her fist. This part of her plan would have to wait until he was awake.
She began to plant light kisses on his inner thighs, easily done since his legs were held splayed in the restraints that had been meant for her alone. Moving slowly from mid-thigh to points more north, she carefully watched his member for a reaction. Seeing it begin to twitch as some primal part of his brain recognized what she was doing, despite him still being soundly asleep, she continued, switching her attention to the other leg, while still watching his dick begin to grow. She figured he had slept long enough at this point, and sliding her free hand under his hardening cock, she took the whole thing in her mouth. There was something magical to her about sucking life into a man’s tool. To feel it thicken, and stiffen due to her machinations. She continued to lick, and suck and use her mouth to fuck at least THIS part of him awake, when she heard his snores suddenly stop. The ruse was now up.
“Wha…Wha…What are you doing?” He managed to say, before having his mouth stuffed with her juice soaked panties. She replied with a simple, “Hush, you. It is MY turn, and you cannot stop me.” She was almost shocked at her boldness, and she knew she may pay for this later, but she was also certain that because of the love and trust they shared, along with their dynamic, that he would enjoy this as much as she would.
She reached for the flogger that he had dropped beside the bed last night, after he was through with it. Trailing the leather thongs over his chest, she almost enjoyed watching him writhe against the restraints and flex his muscles, as if he was trying to escape. She knew he was not giving it all of his effort though. Trust goes both ways, in these relationships. He knew she wouldn’t hurt him, or take advantage of him in any way he didn’t want her to. So she let the tail of the flogger glide over his abdomen, across his now rock hard cock before giving him a quick, but firm strike on his inner thigh.
She enjoyed the muted yelp he let out through his gagged mouth, as well as the sight of his cock twitching as it clearly turned him on. But she was not used to being in control like this, and didn’t know how to use the flogger as well as he, so after a few swats against both of his thighs, she dropped the flogger back to the floor, and straddled his lower stomach. She started to grind her wet pussy against his abdomen, teasing him.
“You want me, don’t you?” she asked, seductively. His gagged mouth failing to make words work, so after a garbled and muffled noise, he just nodded vigorously. “But you’re going to have to wait until I am convinced you are ready.” she responded, sliding her hips further down his body until she felt just the tip of his cock brush against the soaking lips of her pussy. She could sense his hips try to rise up to bring cock closer to her moist hole, and she moved with it, continuing the tease.
“Not yet. You have been a bad boy. You don’t get that just yet.” she said while sliding her body back up towards his chest. She brushed her taut nipples against his lips and continued moving her hips north.
“Do you like my wet panties in your mouth?” She asked, seductively. As he began to nod, an assertive yes, she lowered her hips so that his gagged mouth would brush against her throbbing clit.
“If you promise to be a good boy, I’ll let you taste what made those panties so wet” she said, and was quickly rewarded with even more robust nodding of his head. She slowly hooked her finger into a fold of the improvised gag, and as she pulled them out, she lowered her hips closer to his mouth. She could feel the satin of the panties and his lips sliding across her clit, and then his tongue was free, probing her. Licking her. Flicking across every inch of her hairless pussy.
Her breath began to heave, because he was very talented at this, but she managed to somehow remain in control, demanding he make her cum, until she was satisfied, with nothing more than his tongue, before she allowed anything else near her.
It was a task he relished in, quickly bringing not one, but three orgasms crashing into her in rapid succession. She could no longer control her hips, as they slid back down his body. She reached behind her, grabbing his fully hard cock, and guided it inside her. She nearly came again from that alone, but it wasn’t long after she started grinding her hips and fucking him that the floodgates opened. She peaked again and again and again. And as the most powerful of them all began to hit her, starting somewhere in her middle, and spreading out like a wildfire out of control across all of her body, sending little electric shocks to her fingers and toes, she felt him begin to spasm. She relished the feeling of his cum filling her, and she rode out her own lasting orgasm until he was done with his, before sliding her hips up and off his spent and flagging cock. She let the cum leak back out of her and onto him, before she got off of his body. First planting a kiss on his lips, then his neck, and then she slowly began to lick his ejaculate off his body.
Once she had cleaned his stomach, and cock with her mouth, she kissed his cheek, and whispered into his ear, “Be a good boy, while I go make breakfast.” And she left the room, not even bothering to undo the restraints that were confining him.
Getting Used for His Pleasure
Are you a slut?”
Zoe was sitting, naked, with her hands on her lap, palms upward as she had been trained to do, when this question was asked. She replied with a simple “Yes”.
“Yes, what?” came the almost angry retort.
She glanced at him, then. Just a quick look, when the hand slapped her face hard enough to shoot stars across her vision and instantly redden her cheek. She quickly righted herself, and almost shouted a “Yes, MISTRESS!”
The Dinner Date [BDSM, Group Sex]
You knew something was up the moment I told you I was taking you to dinner. You kept prodding me for details, but all I would tell you was to “dress nicely”, which did little to assuage the nervous energy flittering inside you. Instead of fretting over my plans for you, you directed that energy towards finishing your workday out with a bang.
You left the office, only slightly frustrated with Friday traffic, and with a smile creeping across your face. You couldn’t help but wonder what plans I had for you. You turned your radio up to drown out the thoughts of what sexual pleasures you might be in for tonight, and focus on your driving.
I knocked on your door only 8 minutes later than I had planned. I noticed you had already enjoyed a glass of wine, which meant you had been ready for some length of time. I smiled to myself at your eagerness for the unknown of the evening.
You questioned me repeatedly about what I had in store, but all I would tell you was “just relax. Trust me.” The latter you did easily, the former; not nearly as well. You couldn’t help your body’s reactions to my mysterious answers, and you told me that your panties were getting wet. I smiled mischievously.
The Way it Should Start [BDSM, Threesome, Anal, Watersports]
You and I are sitting in the hotel bar, enjoying a cocktail. It isn’t a crowded night, but we aren’t the only ones in the bar either. You are dressed rather conservatively, but still sexy, and you are practically dripping in nervous energy, as is evident when you pick up your drink, and spill a bit on the bar top.
Suddenly, she enters the bar, walks straight up to me and kisses me. A deep kiss. You can see her tongue probing mine, and instantly you get a bit jealous. She pulls away from me, to look at you. Assessing you, so to speak, and says “She will do. What room are we in?”
I give her the room info and we pay for our drinks, leaving a generous tip for the somewhat dazed bartender. We head to the elevators, and she meets us there with her suitcase. While you are still holding my hand, she kisses me again, but this time, never taking her eyes off you. When you meet her stare, she breaks away, grabs the back of your hair and whispers into your ear “You are OUR plaything tonight. You will do whatever WE want, and you will fucking like it. You may be his slut, but tonight, you are mine too. Understand?”