What to do?

My little sub needs a gift or two. But, I'm undecided. She's petite, large breasts with sensitive nipples, a rounded bottom. Perhaps I could get a vote to help me decide.

1. As a precaution for her safety when she is without me.

2.  To wear beneath her winter sweater to remind her of my touch.

3.  For playful spankings.

For variety. (I do like hanging weights off the connective chain as well as hearing the tinkling of little bells.

So she is always open for me - every hole.

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Serving her - his perspective

Today's society would most likely look down on me for being a slave to my Mistress, but that really doesn't bother me a bit. This is who I am and I'm proud of it. Last week, though, I displeased her, broke a simple rule by pleasuring myself in the shower. Now, I'm in chastity. I love this and hate it at the same time. I love her control over me. She wears the key on a bracelet so that I see it every time she moves her arm, a constant reminder that she has the ultimate control over me. Also, because I am in chastity doesn't mean that she is. I still attend to her, kissing her feet, her legs, giving her pleasure orally. I kiss and suckle her clit, finger fuck her until she cums. This always brings me both joy and pain. I have pleased her but I so want release myself. Normally, she allows me release at least once a day so a week in forced chastity has truly humbled me. I beg her nightly to give me this release. She touches me, kisses me, she cradles my balls, even kisses them. I'm crying by this point. Then, she stops. She smiles at me, tells me to come to bed. I hold her naked body against mine, offering her my warmth and comfort. She tells me to sleep. Perhaps tomorrow she will release me. Perhaps.

She is a strict Mistress and I love her with all my heart an soul.

Leased and tied.

G has been lovely. It is hard to think that after tomorrow she will go back to her husband. Still, that's as it should be.

I love how well she responds to being tied, restrained. She simpered and glowed and kissed me when I told her that she would remained leashed to my bed. Today, though, I have another plan. I want her with me but I also want to give her the security of being leashed. 

Her husband has trained her ass well. She loves her ass plugged, used, fucked, so I decided to combine her two desires.

When I showed her the plug and leash she licked her lips. My cock immediately sprang to attention. I warned her that because of the o-ring she wouldn't be able to sit. She'd have to kneel, stand or lie. Eagerly she nodded her head. I told her to hop up on the bed. I lubbed her up and noticed how beautifully her honey began to flow. I inserted the plug slowly. She gasped then spun around and asked if she could thank me.

She unzipped my trouser and sprung my cock. She licked the tip and I buried my hands in her hair. She continued to worship me, licking, kissing, sucking. I was about to explode. I pulled her head away from me and felt a moment's guilt at the pouty look on her face. Still, I had other plans. I pushed back onto the bed and  quickly stepped out of my clothes. I knelt between her legs, rested her ankles on my shoulders and positioned the tip just inside of her dripping pussy.

What are you? 

I am your slut.

Do you like this?

Oh my god, yes.

That's all I needed to hear. I plunged in. Deep. Hard. Fast. She clenched around me and began to tremble. I was so glad I'd given her permission to cum at will. She exploded around my shaft, drenching me with her honeyed cream. I pinched her nipples and she convulsed again, this time, I joined her, shooting my load deep inside her tunnel.

After we had both rested, I gave her a gift. I told her we were going to have a guest for dinner and I wanted her dressed appropriately. She looked confused but I just smiled, knowing she'd love the guest. When she opened the box, she squealed with delight.

I helped lace her into the corset and had her step into the soft white skirt. I then wound the metal leash around her thighs, reminding her of it's presence but sufficiently hiding it from view.She looked beautiful. As she always did. 

Tonight, she would serve both me and her Lord. We would ensure that her time with me ended on a very merry note.

Well Used Gift.

My Lord and Master has given me to Sir as a Christmas Gift. I couldn't be more pleased. This is my second day with Sir. Last night, after worshiping his cock, he untied my ankles and let me curl up next to him. He played with the bells clipped to my nipples while he relaxed and watched a bit of television. Each flick caused my nipples to burn and the bells to chime and my pussy to tighten. Finally, he ordered me to his bed. He tied me, my legs spread, my hands above my head, to his bed. His mouth devoured my tender buds until I screamed and begged. He laughed at my distress then, with a nipple caught between his teeth, he gave permission. I exploded with pleasure. He sucked off one clip and I screamed again. He gave me permission to cum at will as his gift to me. Then, he sucked off the other clip. He reached down, fingered me pussy, dipping deeply into my honey.

Ready for me, Slut?

Yes, Sir!

First, give me a number.

Panting, I answered. 8.

Eight it is. He opened a drawer and pulled out a soft flogger. I almost fainted with desire.

I heard the swish then felt the sting. Eight times he flogged my pussy, each stroke harder than the last until, by number 7, tears ran down my cheeks.

That's it. Cry for me. I want your pussy and your face wet.

I screamed. Stroke 8 felt like fire across my wet, delicate, swollen flesh. He gave me no time to catch my breath before he entered me, driving his hard cock deep within my womb. I clenched around him and came again, bright colors exploding from my eyes. Harshly, he fucked me. No mercy. He took what he wanted and within moments emptied himself - not in me as I so wanted, but on me, his sweetness burning my tummy, by breasts.

Slowly, he untied my hands and ankles. He kissed me gently and re-tied one ankle to the bed, leaving a good five feet of play in the rope.

Now, G, I'm tired. I'm going to give you your nightly spanking and then we are both going to sleep. I will spank you until you cry every night because I know you need it. But rest well, because for the next 7 days, you will be naked, leashed, tied to my bed, spanked, tweezed, shaved, fucked in every hole, flogged, fisted, figged. Your ass will be plugged at all times unless you need to relieve yourself. I will be your world and I will do anything else I desire. You will speak only when I ask a question. You are mine. Understood?

Oh yes Sir.

He flipped me over onto my stomach. He lifted my hips and placed several pillows beneath me. His hand came down on my bottom. Hard. fast. Punishing. I gasped at the pain, at the pleasure. I squirmed and he held me own with one hand on the small of my back. I bi my lip and held onto the sheets. I did not cry easily during a spanking, but he was right. Unless I cried, I felt unfulfilled. Crying was my sign of total submission, giving, release. Again and again he spanked me. Soon, he began to pant. Pain clouded my vision, but I began to feel a tight coil inside of me release, ease. I floated and gave myself over to him. Warmth covered me more securely than any blanket.

Then, he was holding me. Crooning to me, kissing my tear stained faced.

That's it my precious G. Cry it out. Relax, honey. I'll hold you until you until you sleep.

This is going to be a very, very good week.

The Gift

I see her. There beneath the tree. My gift from my best friend. Technically, she belongs to both of us, but her first Master is Joe, her husband. For the next week, though, she is mine. According to her tag, this is Joe's gift to me. One week alone with G. When I came home from work today she was beneath my tree all nicely tied up, nude beneath her silken cords, bells on her nipples, a jewel in her ass, a ribbon tied around her mouth as a gag, a tag on her collar. I smile at her as I read the tag. Then, I laugh a bit. Pleased with my gift. She can't speak, but her eyes follow my every movement and I can easily see the desire in them. The desire to please me, to be pleased herself.

I fix myself a stiff drink. Then, I turn on some music, very much aware that my Gift is watching my every move. For the moment, I just want to look at her, her beauty, and make plans. Her hands are tied in front of her with a simple knot. Her ankles also tied together with a length of about 3 feet between her feet. She can easily move or untie herself if she wants or needs to, but I know she will not move unless I give her permission. 

I build up the fire in the fireplace so that it is nice and toasty in my living room. Then, I tell her to come to me. She turns a bit and rises to her knees. She crawls to me and sits back on her ankles, looking up at me.

Undress me.

She completes her task as gracefully as her bonds allow. I remove her ribbon gag and offer her a sip of my cocktail. 

Welcome me home.

Sighing and giving me a quick smile, she kisses my cock, licks it, begins her worship. I gently pet her hair, running my fingers through it's red length. Her mouth is a haven of beauty and comfort. Hot. She sucks my rod deeply down her throat, cradles my sac with her bound hands. I tip my head back and just feel. Her warmth, her obedience, her thick hair. I look down and see her eyes looking up at me, lust making them bright as emeralds. My cock grows and my balls tighten. I explode, gifting her with my juice. Sweet as a kitten, she drinks the milk, lapping up each drop. I lower myself to the leather couch and she follows my movement, never letting her mouth leave my cock. She places her cheek on my lap, resting.

Yes. This is going to be a glorious week.

Serving Her

A simple command. That was what she had given him. He had begged her to give him more responsibilities and she had agreed. He was not to orgasm. Never. Well, never when he wasn't in her presence that is. This morning, though, he had confessed that while showering, he had touched himself, though of being inside of her was too much for him and he had, indeed, cum.  I understand why it happened, but I simply cannot allow him to disobey. He will lose respect for me as his Mistress and I will have failed to give him the discipline he requires to be happy.

Therefore, he will suffer a punishment. Harsh, but needed. He will be in chastity. He will lock himself into the device and then humbly offer me the key. He will remain nude in my presence and below me unless he is serving me. He will kneel, crawl, lie on the floor. He will kiss and worship my body with his hands, his mouth. He will suckle my nipples while I bring myself to orgasm with a vibrator. He will massage my feet.

 He will dress fashionably and escort me to dinner, movies, parties. He will be a perfect gentleman, holding the door for me, seeing to my drink, driving.

All the while he will be in chastity.

For how long? Until I decide he can not last another moment. Until he begs me to release him. And then - I'll wait a bit longer. Only then, I unlock him. Then, he will make love to me. Gently. Slowly. Pleasing me. Only after I have cum will I allow him a pleasurable ending.

Holiday Spice

I love the holidays. So many opportunities. Garland for her bonds. Ornaments for her nipples. Candles for dildos or waxing. She loves when I take her out on a cold winter night all bundled up in her warm woolen coat, boots, gloves, muffler - and no other clothing. I usually attach her nipple clips on such occasions and perhaps an anal plug. Then, we head to the grocery store or movie. Perhaps Sunday I'll dress her in such a way then take her to church.

Today, however, I came home from work and the house was filled with the warming scent of spiced cider. She'd been slowly brewing it all day. The delicate flavour of apple mixed with cinnamon, oranges and, my favourite, ginger. She dips a cup for me and tops it with butterscotch schnapps. I smile at her, my mind already at work.

"Fresh ginger?" I ask.
"Of course," she answers smugly.

"Any left over?"
"Of course, my Lord."

I laugh as she retrieves it from the fridge for me. She kisses me and heads into the bedroom, knowing to prepare for me. I hear her as she removes her clothes and opens drawers. I finish my cup of cider and begin to peel the ginger into a thick finger.

When I enter the bedroom, I am pleased. She never fails me and I never cease to wonder at her beauty, intelligence and trust. She is face down on the bed, a pillow beneath her hips. Her ankles are tied to the ends of the bed, spread eagle. She has tied silken scarves to her wrists and then looped the ends over the ornament in the centre of the headboard. For a moment, I simply marvel at her loveliness and my luck in having her. Then, I approach her.

I rub the finger of ginger against her anus and can already see the wetness begin to glisten. I insert it - fully and quickly. She gasps and begins to squirm as the burn seeps into her innards.

"I have a special surprise for you."

She whimpers a bit but I know she will accept my plan. I place one of the peeled pieces of skin, ginger side up, against her clit. She's panting now, the burn intense and new.

"That's a good girl. Now, I'm going to spank you and you are going to keep still so that your clit will sizzle as much as your bottom. Understand?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"What day is this?" I ask.

"The fourteenth, my Lord."

"Yes. So, for fourteen minutes we will continue in such a manner. Are you ready?"

She is squirming, biting her lip, her pussy dripping honey. The burning of the ginger intense on her tender, sensitive skin.

"Yes, my Lord and Master."

submissive learns from mistakes

I disobeyed. Intentionally. It makes no difference what my infraction, what matters is what I learned and how I learned it. My Lord is harsh, strict, fair and clear in his expectations. I always, always have the right - the duty - to say NO. He always respects that. He loves me.

Still, I knowingly and willingly disobeyed a directive. I deserve this. I need this. I want this. He will not show me mercy but he will give me compassion, understanding and love. He is my Lord and Master in these moments, minutes, hours. I will feel this punishment for days. No marks will show, but I will remember, nonetheless. My muscles will ache. My anus will hurt.

He gingers me. The burn makes me cry. I keep the plugs in until he comes. His pleasure before mine.

Twenty minutes goes by My jaw aches. But he fills my mouth, feeds me.

He rests, then hooks me. Now, his teeth on my breasts. He nips, bites.  No real marks, just redness. Tenderness. Pain. Tears flood my eyes. Again. I am grateful.

Today, it is not about my fulfillment, but my discipline.

Time goes by. He gains strength again and fucks me. Hard. The hook hurts, my nipples burn. He fucks. I learn - again - why I need him.

Bless Him.

celebrate Winter

Winter comes. With it, unique opportunities. The cold makes the skin more sensitive, more alive. A sense of duty, a sense of pain, pleasure, a desire to please. Red skin contrasts sharply with white snow. Lovely.