Garage Christening

She fights against me sometimes as if she can win. She argues with me as if she will change my mind. She knows better just as I do. If she really wants me to stop, she know what word to say. We both know she won't. Not yet, anyway.

Today, we are "christening" the new garage. I've worked for months building it and now it's finished. I had thought to put in a special room with a bed, sound proofing, heat, air conditioning, but have decided against it. I like the idea of being able to use the entire space as I wish. Plus, I like the idea of Princess knowing I can and will use the space as I wish. Then, she she comes and goes, she'll remember. In here, she's mine unquestioningly, just like everything else in here. Hard and beautiful. Leather. Chain. Metal. Control.

I start by cuffing her wrists. It always amazes me the immediate transformation when I place tangible items of dominance on her. She becomes softer, her eyes downcast. She speak only to answer me and now, in the garage, she must control even her voice since we have neighbors fairly close by. Once cuffed, she knows what to do. I have established protocols. She kneels and unbuckles my belt, unzips my jeans and releases my cock. Thank god. if she hadn't, it would probably be bruised from pressing against the zipper. I moan from the heat and wetness of her mouth. She cradles my balls just how I like. her lips form a tight seal and she sucks me down her throat with a spectacularly. I feel myself harden, my balls tighten. She looks up at me, questioning and I nod. I can see the smile in her eyes but she doesn't slow her sucking. I figure if I release now I can last longer later. I grasp her hair, forcing her to keep her eyes locked on mine. My balls explode, lava shooting up my shaft, erupting into her mouth, down her throat. She gulps and gulps, swallowing the heat. When I'm finished, she sits back on her heels, kisses my balls and thanks me.

I help her to her feet and hold her, telling her how much I love her. God. She's perfect. Smart, lovely and fucking sexy. I point to the saw horses and tell her to bend over one. She obeys and I smile, seeing her lovely ass pointed up. She grasps the legs on the far side and waits. I can't spank her here like I want to, that will have to wait. It's mid-afternoon and the chance of neighbors hearing the swats is too high. That will have to wait until later when I take her back into the house. I'll pull her over my lap and give her a good old fashioned otk spanking until the tears flow and all her worries wash away. For now, I've got something else planned. I grab the lube and spread her cheeks. Her own juices would be enough, but I have no desire to hurt her - well - not too much anyway. Her thighs glisten and I inhale her scent. My finger taps her little back rosebud and she jumps in surprise. I know she's nervous now and this pleases me. I slip one finger in and begin to insert the lube. Then a second finger. She pushes against my hand and I chuckle. Oh yes. She wants this. When she's slick enough, I insert it. The new metal plug. She moans and tightens in resistance so I reach around and pinch her pierced nipple. Yep. That takes the resistance right out of her. I can't see it, but I know she's biting her lip. I feel the plug settle in place and she sighs, trembles and quietly begs, "please." That's better.

My cock is recovering and beginning to harden again. It will just have to wait. "You ready to get serious now?" Power surges through me when I see the longing touch with fear in her eyes. I help her over to the pegboard where all my tools are kept. I pick up a chain. It's aluminum, so it's quite lightweight despite its heavy appearance. I clip each end of the two foot long chain to her nipple rings the loop the center of it over a hook in the pegboard. Next, I pull her arms behind her back and clip the cuffs together. "Please. Please fuck me," she begs again, quietly.

"Soon, Princess. First though, I'm going to play with you and you, dear one, will stand still and silent."

Her eyes widen in true fear this time. I sit on the floor, my face directly in front of her shaved pussy. I grin maniacally then flick my tongue against her clit. She jumps and squeals quietly. I lick her again and again, tasting the sweetness of her honey. This is the torture I have planned. I will make her cum again and again and again until she can barely stand. Those chains will keep her from wiggling away and fear of being heard will keep her quiet. Oh yes, I will so enjoy myself this afternoon - and so will she.

Wild Irish Rose

Rose stood before Him, waiting. Not only was today Inspection Day, but it is also St. Patrick's Day - His favorite holiday. He called her his Wild Irish Rose for good reason. She was indeed both Irish and Wild. Only a strong man could tame her, hence the need for a weekly inspection. Her muff must be trimmed neatly, but enough hair must be left to show her true genetics. Her body must be free of bruising unless previously reported - Rose was both clumsy and a bit on the wanton side. She must be wet. Always wet for Him. Her nipples perky and hard. Her anus empty and clean. Inspection day came only once a month and never on the same date. It was always a surprise to her. If she failed in any of her requirements, she would pay a penalty. Then again, she often enjoyed the penalty, so she would sometimes leave her pubic hair a bit frazzled, "forget" to do a cleanse. There wasn't much chance of her pussy not juicing since the very thought of Him made her puddle, nor was it likely that her nipples would not be perky for the very same reason. Just the thought of His mouth on them turned the pretty pink points into hardened pebbles. 

Today, it was the muff. She'd not trimmed it in several days and the edges were definitely frayed. 

"You've not been caring for my puss, Rose," He said.

"I've been busy, Sir, and with it being so cold, I didn't think you'd mind," she answered smartly.

"Think again. You know the rules," 

Rose hung her head and nodded. He sat on the edge of His chair and patted his lap. Silently, Rose assumed her position.

"I've got a surprise for you, Rose. In honor of the Feast Day, I've purchased a new paddle. Let's see how well you like it. Seventeen is the magic number for today."

He showed Rose the pretty new paddle - embossed leather - and she knew she would regret her rash decision of not shaving. He was not light with leather and since this was a punishment, she would be given no warm up. Time and again the paddle descended on her raised bottom. Only once did she put her hands over herself to block the blows. He graciously allowed her a moment to recover, then held her hands locked at the small of her back to ensure no repeat of her indiscretion. By the time He finished, Rose was sobbing, her bottom as red as her untrimmed hair. She begged forgiveness. He held her, kissed her head and granted her wish. Wanting to please Him, Rose slid to the floor and looked up at him, her eyes begging.

"Yes, Rose, you may," He said.

Quickly, she unzipped his trousers and got to work. She heard him moan with pleasure and smiled around his cock. She sucked his shaft while massaging his jewels, eager to please Him. Even after he feed her the Milk of Forgiveness, she remained at his feet, her cheek resting on his knee, His hand on her head.

"I do so love you, my Wild Irish Rose."

Grateful for your Submission

Don't think for one moment that this is a punishment. I have no anger inside of me, only awe at your beauty and the gift of your submission. This is not a reprimand or a test. You have broken no rules and have proven your loyalty and love over and over again. No. I am doing this because this is what we both need, what we both want. I need your tears and you need to shed them. I need to hear your voice cry out in both pleasure and pain and you need to scream. I need to see your skin reddened because of my minstrations and your eyes lower in humility and humiliation. These are your gifts to me. You need to give totally of yourself to feel whole and complete.  And so we will begin. First, I will undress you and you will be totally and completely nude and available to me in any and all ways.

Then,  I will twist and tweak and pinch your beautiful nipples until you fall to your knees. This, though, will not stop me. You will suck my cock, worship my balls and attend to my needs until I release deeply down your throat. You will swallow and lick and clean every inch of my cock, my balls, my perineum, my anus all while I keep a firm grip on your swollen, tender nipples.

Then, once my initial lust has been satisfied. Then, You will prepare yourself and you will accept my belt and my hand.  You will accept ten strokes at a time. In between your sets, I will fill your ass, your pussy with my fingers, a plug, a vibrator, ginger, my fist, my cock, whatever I choose to fill them with. I will alternate between the leather and the flesh and you will accept it all. You will give me your orgasms and your tears and you will not remove your hands from their position. You will receive ten sets and you will be grateful for them just as I am so very, very grateful for you.




Then, when I have decided you are ready, Then, I will make love to you. I will kiss your body and slowly, gently show you just how grateful I am for your gift and how much I love and respect and need you. You are not my submissive. You are my Life.
Many do not understand what we do, what we have, but we do. Know this, my Love. If you want to stop, you know how to stop me. If you want me to continue, kneel before me.

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. 

Spanking of the week

I was hoping. Can't blame a girl for hoping. What was I hoping for? For Mister to forget that today was Thursday. You see, each and every Thursday Mister spanks me - hard some days, light others. Nonetheless, Thursday is the day for my maintenance. I hate it, but if I'm honest, I love it as well. We were camping near a river and it's been great. It's quite isolated here and only us and a few other couples - also nudists-  are in the area but even they are a few miles away. We walked down to the river and were hunting for pretty stones. Then, we sat for a bit and Mister said the words: Get in position. 

I stared at him a moment, confused because I was the one who had forgotten what day it was. Suddenly it dawned on me and still I hesitated. Naturally, he saw this. I scrambled across his lap and he pulled up my light dress. Again and again his hand came down. Because of the rocks, I couldn't press down on my knees, and I was afraid of falling off his lap, so I tried not to wiggle too much. This didn't stop me for crying out, though. Still, he continued, holding me tightly and raining down on my ass. I was sobbing by the time he stopped and began to soothe my poor cheeks, rubbing them lightly.

'Now that you've been reminded, are you ready for the punishment or would you prefer to wait?'

"I don't understand"

'For your hesitation. You know you're supposed to position yourself immediately when commanded, yet, you didn't, did you?"

This was a basic tenet in our relationship. On Thursday, I stopped whatever I was doing and obeyed him. 

"As you choose, Sir."

"Now it is."

I couldn't help myself. I began to count in my head. If I focused on that, perhaps I could endure without too much crying. 

Silly me. After twenty-five swats, I stopped counting and dropped my head, tears darkening the rocks below my face. Still, I could smell my own arousal and feel Mister's hard cock pressing against my thighs. Finally, he stopped, turned me over and held me tight, kissing me, praising my acceptance. He stood, holding me in his arms, and carried me back to the river knee deep in cool water. Gently, he let me find my feet and I knelt, the water soothing my burning bottom. I took his cock in my mouth, worshiped it, adored it, pleasured it. I proved my acceptance of the reminder and punishment spankings in this manner. Always. When I felt him explode, feeding me his essence, I knew I had pleased him. I looked up at him, smiling, warming under his loving gaze. Yes, this part of Thursdays, I truly love.