Black and Blue Friday

Here's the deal. I shop. I get FREAKIN' AWESOME deals. I use ALL of the money Sir has given me - $1,000.00 - to purchase gifts for our friends and family. I make it home by noon. If I am late, he will add to my Friday.  He inspects my purchases. I tell him whom I have purchased each gift for and he counts. He has instructed me to purchase gifts for ten people. If he approves of the gifts and I have managed to buy for all ten, I will be rewarded. If I fail, I will be punished. I'm not sure which I want the most!

I am twenty-one minute late. I go to the dining room and arrange my choices before him. He nods is approval of all but one. His Father. I will need to take back the tie and purchase another that is more suitable. He asks if I am ready and I smile. I strip off my clothes - right there in the dining room.  I move to the side table and position myself. I grip the edges of the table, assuming the position. twenty one for my tardiness and one the wrong gift purchase.
I hear the wind whip as the cane slices the air. I know I should relax. The pain will be less. The bruising will be less. I can't help myself. I tense my muscles and the cane strikes hard flesh.
I feel nothing. Then, a searing fire sears my flesh. I cry out and clutch the edges of the table. You tusk your tongue and sigh. You tell me that I need to relax yet you know I cannot. Not without your help. Still, you swing the switch and I endure three more stripes with a tensed bottom. The bruising will show well for several days. You ask if this is what you want and I respond honestly. I tell you to do as you please. I will accept whatever you choose to do without complaint.

So, you do. You finish my punishment. Twenty two stripes across my bottom and upper thighs. By the time you finish, I am a sobbing mess. I no longer grip the tabletop, but lie flat, exhausted, limp and melted. I will bear the marks for days. The welts, the bruises, the tenderness. I will not be able to sit without pain for days. You know this and are pleased. I slip bonelessly to the floor. You already have unzipped your pants and exposed your cock. Crying still, I grasp it. I kiss, lick, worship you, showing my devotion.You allow me this pleasure, fucking my mouth. You cum and I savour the seed of your pleasure. I'm still crying but I don't know if it is from the pain or the pleasure. You help me to my feel and take me to bed. You help me walk. Gently, you lie me on my stomach and I think for a moment that you will give me gentleness.
I'm wrong. You tie me - spread eagle to the bed. You kiss my bottom, abused as it is. Then, you tell me that my time is not finished. For twenty-two minutes I will be plugged. You hold before my eyes an enormous ginger finger, peeled, dripping with juice. I whimper and whine. I beg but you laugh. You spread my cheeks and push the fig into my anus. Hard. You hold it in place, making sure it does not slip out, despite the notch you have carved. I squirm and cry again. You ignore my struggles. My insides are on fire. burning. the juice searing my tender tissue. I sob, not even bothering trying to subdue my cries. This pleases you.
Finally, the timer goes off and you release the ginger from my bottom. Still the burn continues. I stop squirming after a few minutes and you insert one finger into my anus. I raise my hips as I am able, wanting more. You add another finger, another. another. You finger fuck me - four fingers in my anus. I beg you to let me cum, but you deny this. You pull your fingers free and force them into my mouth. You ask if I taste ginger and I say, honestly, that I do not. Then, you take me. You take my ass and fuck it. You do not make love to me. You fuck me hard, fast and I beg you for my own release. Graciously, you grant this. I scream and float on waves of pleasure and fill my bowels with your own sweet, sweet release.


Four days have passed and I my bottom is still black and blue. I smile each time I see my ass in the mirror, each time i sit and feel the sting, each time I see the heat in your eyes. I am blessed.

10 things I'm thankful for - The Dom

A lovely red wine properly aerated

Her hands either captive or free

A Walk in the woods

Mornings

Natural Fibers

Her acceptance of my need for control

A Desk Job

Spontaneity

Tight places

Good Friends to share my joy with

10 things I'm grateful for - The Submissive

Surprises

The beauty and freedom of nature

Elegance

His Kiss

The ability to read and a plethora of books

Being treated like a Princess

Creativity

Having the structure I need to feel loved and secure

Sensuality

Feeling beautiful and appreicated

Fellatio training

Honestly, I've never liked giving head. I tend to gag and I don't like the smell. Of course, I've only tried it with two other men. Now, though, Sir has taken it upon himself to train me in this Art. In order to teach me the importance of this and to add another level of control over me, Sir has inserted a small bullet vibrator into my pussy. He carries the remote. So that I cannot take it out or touch myself without his permission, he has also locked a very elegant, comfortable, discrete chastity device. The key is on a small golden chain around his neck. He will unlock me only if I please him with my mouth. This morning, after he had locked me in this device, Sir had me lie on the bed. He knelt above me, his balls dangling over my face. I inhaled and smelled the clean scent of water from His shower and His own male musk. Rather than my previous unpleasant encounters, Sir's scent made me wet immediately. I eagerly kissed and licked his balls while he pinched and tweaked my nipples. I gasped at the pleasure. Sir did not rush me, but let me explore at my own pace. I was not to use my hands, only my mouth. When he first told me this, I was concerned, but my trust in Him overpowered these concerns. His skin was soft, sweet and the balls resilient and lovely. I opened my mouth and encased one with my lips, sucking gently. 

"Excellent"

I glowed with pleasure. He released one nipple and began to touch himself. I suckled the other ball and heard his moan. I ran my tongue around the delightful sacs, down his perineum, rimmed his bum hole and back up to his jewels. He pumped faster as I explored and to my joy, I felt the hot testament to his pleasure spray across my breasts. I wiggled and squirmed, needing my own relief.

"Now, my love, you know I will unlock you when I choose. Get cleaned up and dressed now."

Sighing, I did as he ordered. We left for work. He an authority of History and adviser to museums and me his assistant. Even though we work alone, renting rooms in a small office building close to the University, Sir requires professional dress and demeanor at all times. Well, unless he requires me for enjoyment or distraction. Today, I will remained fully clothed, but will be required to perform fellatio once every hour, on the hour. 

As the day goes on, I find myself looking at the clock often, eager to perform my duty. I have found that if I relax my throat, I can take His cock deeply into my mouth and even down my throat a bit. I have learned to cup his balls gently, massage them, adore them. Now, it is almost time to leave again for home. It is a few minutes before the hour and he leads me to the elevator. i am surprised since i thought i was to again worship his cock. We enter the elevator and i hear the alarm on his watch. He looks at me, his eyes dark and then he raises his eyebrows.

Here?

"Oh, you will be punished for that question, love."

I hesitate again, for just a moment, then nod. He is right. I kneel in front of him and unzip his trousers. I begin my worship. I feel and hear the elevator stop. The doors open, but no one comes on. I blush to think that someone might see me, but i know my place and it is here. Kneeling before my Lord, serving his needs as he desires. 

Testing.

"Are you comfortable?"
No
"Physically or mentally?"
Physically yes, mentally no.
"Do you plan on disobeying or refusing?"
No.
"Why not?"
Because you request this of me and I want to please you.
"Even if you are embarrassed by the situation?"
yes.
"Why?"
Because my embarrassment will not harm me but this act will please you.

He smiled and i knew i was right. i hate this. i truly hate this. i am humiliated and terrified even though i know everything will turn out just fine. Still, He has never asked me to appear in public like this. True, i will know no one since I will be covered. Still, i've never had my pussy completely bare before, but
He has ordered me to shave and so I did.
He has ordered no underclothing, and so it shall be.
He has ordered that instead of panties, i will have rope tied to remind me of my allegiance to Him, and so i stand still as he adjusts the cotton rope which will serve as both my reminder and my lingerie for the day.

I dress. Professionally. i put on my black suit skirt and jacket. i button the jacket and add a scarf since i am allowed no blouse or bra beneath. The rope presses against the bud between my petals and i almost orgasm, but don't. He owns these and will tell me when i can cum. He sees my struggle and smiles. He pats my bottom and i sigh with pleasure.

"Ready?"
Yes, Sir.

He helps me into the car and we drive to work. i am his personal assistant as well as his pet. i serve Him in any way he desires. Today, however, will be a challenge. He has a meeting with other professors to discuss testing procedures and i will be required to take notes, serve refreshments and hand out documents all while feeling His rope around me. May i pass this test!

Serving Sir

I wanted to surprise him today, but it seemed he was expecting me. I arrived at his office wearing a black dress, garter belt and stockings, heels. He simply looked at me as if i were expected, even though I had not told him I was even in town. Somehow, Sir always knows. First, he told me he had a meeting, which might be a bit tense, so he would appreciate my services to help relax the situation. This was not a request. It never is from him. Oh, he's a gentleman in all manner of words, so if I objected, he'd graciously accept that. But, I do not object. He knows I would not. The three men come into his spacious office. Sir has me kneeling on the floor and tells the gentlemen that as a prelude to their meeting, he would like to offer them the greatest of hospitalities. I keep my eyes lowered and hear the men laugh. One man asks if Sir will participate and he says no. Before he consents to do business with any of them, he wants to see how firmly but gently they handle themselves. They may do as they please unless he stops them, but he will watching for certain behaviors.

I gasp at this, but do not move. Soon enough, the three men are on me. Two men strip immediately, but one stands before me and places a hand beneath my chin. He asks if I would like to unzip him. I nod and do so, then take him into my mouth. The other two stroke themselves as they wa

No Quarter given nor asked for

I have teased him for months. On-line, texting, pictures. He has been out of the country, TDY, but now, he is home and it is time to face the music. For the last week, he has made love to me gently, beautifully, acquainting himself with my body again. Today, though, is my day of retribution. Veteran's Day. Today I will serve my Veteran in any and all way. I am his prisoner and no quarter will be asked or given. It is chilly outside, but that will makes no difference. To begin, he takes me to the woodshed. Yes, it stores wood for the fireplace, but also is used for a more traditional purpose. He keeps an old chair in the building for just this purpose. To begin, though, He had me walk the wood and cut a handful of switches. I tied them together then presented the bundle to him for his inspection. He was clear that I was to leave the little twigs attached. I kneeled in the chair and he began. Over and over he thrashed my bottom until the twigs began to break. I cried out, the pain searing my bottom, but he did not slow, simply placed a hand on my back to steady me. Only when each of the switches had broken did he stop.

By this time I was sobbing. He gathered me into his arms and comforted me, a kindness which made me sob even more. Then, he carried me inside, lay me gently on the bed. He rubbed ointment on my red bottom and lubed my hole. Then, he took it. He plunged in, balls deep, into my bottom hole. I screamed in surprise and a bit of pain, but he fucked me. Hard. Pulling my hair. I wanted to cum, but he whispered that if I did, he would call his troops over have them watch my next punishment then give me to them for their use. I bit my lip and focused on not cumming. Luckily, he used me hard and fast and came quickly, filling my bowels with his blessed seed.  Panting, he lay beside me and pushed my head down so that I could clean his cock and taste his cum.

When he recovered, he had more plans for me.  He had me stand and walked me out into our woods. There, he cuffed my hands behind a tree and tied me in place. The rough bark irritating my tender bottom and cool breeze raising goose flesh. Once in place, he scolded me fiercely for my wanton ways. He then pulled out a small container from his pocket and my eyes widened. Wasabi. He grinned wickedly and placed a small dab on my nipples and my clit. The fire shot into my nerves immediately and i bit my lip to keep from screaming. Tears fell down my cheeks and he continued to scold me. He took out his cock, hard and lovely and perfect. He rubbed himself, masturbating in front of me. i cried more. I hated not being able to touch him, but this, I knew, was justified. He came quickly, spraying my body with his seed. Then, he sat. He just sat in the grass and watched as i struggled with the humiliation of my exposure and the sting of the wasabi his cum drying on my skin. He glanced at his pocket watch and smiled again.

I knew, today would be a long, beautiful day. No quarter given. Nor asked for.

A Good Master

He will always be mindful of the greatness of the gift she has given Him, her love and trust. He will ensure her safety and health at all times, especially when He knows she is uncomfortable or nervous.

He will gratefully take what she offers and in return give her the love, strength, protection and discipline she craves. 

He not hesitate in this act of discipline since to do so would be disappoint her. He has taken the responsibility to set expectations and to enforce them. To do less would be to disrespect her desires. She is, after all, a grown woman who knows her mind. She desires your firmness and expects your enforcement. She needs your firm hand to lead and reassure her. If she didn't accept and expect your right to do this, she would never have agreed to be your slave.

You, Sir, have a duty to mark her as your own. To do less is to disrespect the trust she has placed in you. Your responsibility to her is endless, as is her love for you.

A Good Slave

A good slave will not forget who she is, but rather, will add grow as an individual under her Master's tutelage.

She will not be afraid to voice her concerns no will she hesitate to use her safe word when needed. At the same time, she will always speak with respect and will never use her safe word indiscriminately, but will trust her Master to keep her safe. Still, if she truly fears for her or His safety, she will not be afraid to speak.

She will graciously follow her Master's lead, even when he takes her outside of her own comfort zone. She will trust that her best interests are always in his heart and mind. She will follow him.

She will serve Him as He desires and go out of her way to see to His needs. His pleasure is her pleasure and His comfort is hers. She takes her greatest pride in her abilities to ensure His comfort, anticipating his desires and placing his needs before her own.

She will be available to Him at all times, dressing or not dressing for his preference without embarrassment or humiliation. If He desires to see, use, cuddle, punish or display her body she will feel honored by this desire.

Primarily, a slave will seek to please her Master and in doing so will also please herself.

Sensuous Metal

Yes, it is cold, but tends to quickly absorb heat from any nearby source. In this case, her skin. I have planned for this day, this evening. My flower awaits Me, kneeling. She has no idea of the plan for this day, but will do as I say, trusting that I will never harm her nor will I break her hard limits, few though they be. First, I attach the metal clips to her nipples. I have her hold the chain in her mouth partially to keep the tension on the little buds and partially for the sheer beauty of seeing the silver metal pressed against her red lips. She knows to keep her eyes closed. I prefer this to a blindfold since she must use her own discipline to obey. I keep an eye on her while I attach one end of the long delicate chain to the ceiling hook. I have designed my entire third floor as a our private sanctuary. I delight in the expressions which flit across her face as she hears my movements but is unsure of what she hears.

I remove the chain from her mouth and kiss her. She leans into me and begins to put her arms around my neck but stops herself. I have trained her well. I stand and opens her mouth. I tell her to open her eyes and she does, gazing directly into mine. I guide my cock into her mouth and she sighs. Her eyes darken with passion. With each movement, the chain between her nipples swings. I know she feels the terrible pinch but will not complain. She sucks me deeper into her throat, her eye lids flutter as she struggles to keep her gaze locked on my face. I pull away from her, not wanting to cum yet. I help her to stand and then lead her by her chain.

Once I have her in position, I wrap the long chain about her waist. She shivers with cold, the attach the other end to the ceiling hook. Quickly, I release her breasts. She gasps as the blood rushes back into her nipples and hugs herself. I stand back a moment and smile as she comforts herself. Then, I kneel before her. She tastes divine. I will dine on her sweet honey for a long, long time. She is, after all, my captive.