Submitting to Him – Part Two
Your legs part and He stands back a moment. He smiles at you, but does not touch, does not lift the hem of your dress, He just smiles. “Come,” He says, leading you to the lounge. “Your first act will be to disrobe…I want you naked. I will expose your body to all manner of demeaning actions and concealing it would only defer the inevitable. It is mine and I will see it ALL now.” He orders you to turn your back to Him and lowers the zip of your dress making it fall to the floor. He then turns you to face Him, you are naked, all but your shoes, which you manage to kick free although you feel very exposed.
Head down, you know He is drinking in the sight of you; every line, curve, bump, freckle…every inch of you. Again He lifts your chin, but this time He has retrieved a chain lead and He snaps it in place through the link on your collar. “In your submissive role, you must earn the right to walk upright, so down on your hands and knees, my beautiful sub.” Without hesitation you comply, as He leads you into the lounge at a pace that lets you crawl along with Him, even though the motion is difficult and demeaning.
He sits on the sofa and orders you to turn, still on hands and knees, but to face away from Him. "We are going to test your tolerance for pain and pleasure, but you must remain silent unless I instruct you to make any sound, is that understood?"
He continues, “There will be consequences for every sound you make my little sub.”
Your pulse quickens, but you remain silent and full of anticipation of what you will learn about your ‘true’ self today.
The large box, with hidden items for Him to use is perched beside Him, clearly He had known this was going to be the location of your initial engagement.
“Before we start, I will inspect what you have to offer me.” He advises you, as his hand rests on your raised arse. His other hand follows and parts the flesh of your cheeks. You know that in this position He has a totally clear view of your rear.
The fingers of one of his hands spread between your cheeks. Your first sexual contact is the running of a finger along the crevice there, brushing over the exposed hole for a brief but no less intimate moment and you gasp, your anal muscles clamping tight. “When I am finished with you, your arse will willingly engulf the entire length of my cock and those muscles with give way freely,” He says, “But for now you have other pleasures to share with me.”
His finger slowly continues its journey lower, until it reaches the base of your cunt. Without stopping, with no grace or tenderness, He spreads the opening wide and the nail of his middle finger scores a line against the softness of your reddening lips. This journey, although incredibly slow and controlled, continues until his reach drifts to your clit, which has already swollen to twice its natural size.
His forefinger and thumb encircle the metal of the clip and they squeeze the outer skin…tight. Lightning elements of pain and pleasure rush along parallel paths to your brain. In isolation, each would generate an expected reaction, but combined, your senses begin to register a concoction of inputs - none of which entirely make sense to your brain, although you appear to feel joy?
He releases the pressure and blood rushes to fill your clit once more and the throbbing sensation exceeds any you felt from the sphere you still hold inside.
He finds the base of the clip and pushes upward, releasing your clit from external pressures, “We can’t have you cumming prematurely like a little whore.”
Taking the thread that is hanging from your ever dampening cunt, He slowly pulls the pod free, your muscles at the entrance of your cunt slowly giving way to the release. “I need your cunt open and empty for me to penetrate with any item I choose to fuck it with.” He tells you, as He forces two fingers into your sex and slides them in to the hilt, clashing against the inner fleshy wall, which He strokes with both fingertips, as if to wipe away the slick moisture.
His finger turn full circle, facing upwards and apply pressure to the area that hides your G-spot. When his fingers curl inward He pulls back almost lifting you from within, maintaining a heavy pressure on that one area. He lets the pressure drop, caresses the soft, wet spot with a gentle stroke, then reapplies the pressure, repeating the motions.
When He finally releases you, a low gasp of disappointment leaves your mouth.
“Make uninvited noises again and I will be forced to gag that hole until I need it for my cock.” He admonishes, the wetness of your cunt betrays you when you feel a line of moisture trickle from your opened hole and runs down your inner thigh.
“We will leave the jewels still attached for now, as I enjoy the sight.” He says, holding the small chains, one in each hand, slowly pulling downwards, extending your sensitive outer lips, painfully stretching you.
When his hands turn inwards on themselves, the motion tugs your skin in the same angled direction, cold air contacts the dampness on the walls of your inner flesh, the dragging sensation against your labia rising to extremes beyond that applied by the simple weight of the attachments. The sensation, a cocktail of pain and pleasure, triggers a second moan to be uttered.
True to his word, He grasps the back of your hair and pulls your head upward.
His right hand reaches into the box and takes out a ball gag, which He forces into your begging mouth and He tightens the straps around your head. Almost immediately, with your jaw forced open, you feel drawl begin to flow from your mouth and you have no choice but to let it seep over your chin and fall to the carpeted floor.
The plastic ball thankfully has holes, so you are still able to breathe through it, although the discomfort of this alien implement is not pleasant and you still raise a whimper, which He appears to ignore.
The box contains a metal instrument with a wheel of sharp pins. He clearly wants you to see it and you react with alarm, which is clearly what He expected.
He places it against the base of your right breast with a slight pressure; the pins dent your skin, but do not piece it. It rolls along slowly, the pain sensation clearly present but strangely tolerable, maybe even erotic. As your eyes follow its path, you know it will soon reach your sensitive nipple and you begin to squirm. “Be still my little sub.” He demands, placing his hand under your breast and lifting it, cupping it in his palm.
The pins reach the outer edge of redness and you are sure He applies more pressure to the instrument. The needle sensation glides over the tip of your nipple - you scream a muffled cry.
He appears to acknowledge your distress and offers, “There are other ways to redeem your misdeeds my little slut…stand up.”
You struggle to your feet, Him still standing behind, not allowing you to face Him. He unclips the gag and lets it drop to the floor.
Immediately your sight darkens, as He slips a blindfold around your eyes. “We must always replace one sensation with another, so that your body keeps adapting to the attention it receives.”
You feel both his hands on your shoulders and He finally turns you to face his direction. “I am going to take you over my knee now.” He whispers into your ear. “First, bend at your waist and I will guide you into position.”
Bending blindly in darkness, sends all sorts of reservations through your mind, but his firm hands hold you. You sense Him return to a sitting position and then He places an arm across your chest and the other on the nape of your neck.
“Move as I guide.” He instructs. You are drawn over his knees, your legs extending as your cunt comes into contact with the side of his thigh. Instinctively, you reach downwards with your hands, as your stomach comes to rest across his lap, finding the carpeted floor, you are now arched over Him.
His hand grips your right buttock, squeezing it firmly and pulling it to the side to spread you. “Such a beautiful and enticing sight,” He says and releases the mound, followed by a gentle stroke of your soft vulnerable skin.
As the kind caress continues, his other hand reaches under you and easily finds access to your clit. He repeats the squeezing action just moments before his caressing hand withdraws and returns with a slap.
“Punishments comes in many forms, my little sub.” His hands once again strikes your flesh, in sync with a swift pinch of your clit; “I expect you to acknowledge your punishment by counting each stroke and thanking me for them.”
At the third spank, his other fingers dart into the opening of your cunt. The pleasure of one hand darkened by the growing heat and subtle pain caused by the other.
“Count, my little slut..”
The next sound was significantly louder as his cupped hand delivered a stronger smack to your other cheek. “I did not hear you thank me…”
“F I V E…thank you Sir…”
“S I X…thank you…arhhhhhhh….”
You could not resist the sudden pleasure as all the fingers of his other hand were drawn along the parted cleft of your cunt and the pressure drifts over your now pulsating clit.
He then begins a vicious, rapid fucking motion, probing deep inside you, ramming into you.
You manage to count deliriously to ten, but the actions from his fingers, which alter with each strike of your arse, makes you begin to drift…
To be continued…