Greedy for fellatio

I began with a rose, kissing each petal, following each fold with my tongue. This is how you trained me. To cradle the delicate flower in my hands while caressing it, running my finger delicately up and down the stem while using my tongue to trace the nuances of the flower's skin. Then, when I pleased you. No petals disturbed, but all wet with my spit, you moved me to fruit. 

To taste, suckle, drink of the deliciousness of the juice. To suck the fruit dry but to never, ever bite. 

Then, you finally allowed me to touch you. Your cock, your balls. Not kiss yet, just touch, gently, a whisper of what was to come. I smelled your manliness and wanted more. I could not stop myself. That was my mistake. I opened my mouth and liked you before you gave me permission. Now, I am here. Trapped. At your mercy. Now, I have no choice but to give what I so greedily stole. Your cock fills my mouth, my throat. You fuck my mouth despite the terrible ache in my jaw. You pull my hair, tell me how disappointed you are in my greed and warn me that if I ever take such liberties again, not only will I serve time here, in your pillory, but you will have my ass beaten while you take my mouth. I gasp, knowing your threat is not idle and want to beg for forgiveness, but your cock fills my mouth. Suddenly, you yank my hair and I gurgle in pain. Hot seed spills down my throat and I swallow, hoping to appease my sin. Slowly, you slip out of my mouth and I gratefully move my jaw to relieve some of the ache. 

For a moment, I thought you might release me, but no. I am rash. You kneel in front of me so that I can look directly into your eyes. You smile and kiss away my tears and tell me that my first ordeal is over. I am to remain here, in this position, humiliated and vulnerable while he manipulates me, forces me to orgasm again and again until he has gained strength. I will remain bound in place, completely at his mercy. Then, again, he will teach me what happens to Pets who are greedy.

The Lingerie Contract - When will I learn Part 4

Since my exposure out in the woods, I've behaved well. Mr. Mister has given me back my full wardrobe sans underclothing! He's thrown all of mine out - which, in truth, I don't mind. I have never really splurged on lingerie and generally buy cotton briefs and the cheapest bra possible. No more. For the next fortnight, if I do not misbehave, I will "earn" one complete lingerie set which he has purchased for me. Each set is matching and beautiful! I've seen them all.Corsets (which I've never worn before!) lace, satin, sexy, demure, garter belts, stockings, you name it! Each one a thing of beauty and just my size. I earned my first set yesterday.

On maintenance days - every Monday - if I accept his hand willingly and in a pleasing, submissive manner - I will earn a lovely, lovely nightgown. He's shown me the first 'reward'. It looks like it's straight out of a 1940's movie! Satin, flowing, white. So, today I plan to be ready for his homecoming. Dinner is in the crockpot, a fresh pie is cooling on the counter, the house is cleaned and I am ready and waiting for his authority. I really thought I'd be resentful of his control, but I'm not. All through the day I've hummed and smiled for no reason. Guess what. There is a reason- I'm happy!  I look forward to my rewards, but more, I look forward to the warm look in his eyes when I've pleased him. I look forward to seeing his cock rise at the site of me. I look forward to serving him and feeling that rush of pride and love. I look forward to all of this more than the tangible rewards.

So here I'm wait. kneeling, nude, ready to please him. No resentment, no anger. Just anticipation and respect. I think, I've finally learned.

You are Mine You

I will take you when and where I choose.
 Know this. Your life is your own, as it always has been and always will be. I admire your intelligence, your smart mouth, your quick laugh. I admire your independence.

But know that you are mine.

 I see you putting on your make-up to go out with friends. You will enjoy your evening, drink, flirt, but you will think of me. How do I know, Because of that plug I just put in your ass. Every move you make will send reverberations through your body and you will remember me. You will enjoy your evening, but I will always be with you.

When you perch on that bar stool, looking every so elegant in your black leggings, long red tunic, black heeled boots, sipping your wine and joking with your friends, you'll feel my hand. You'll remember bending for me and accepting the marks of my ownership, the marks you need and want. You will remember lying across my lap moments before you left our home. You will remember the feel of my cock, hard with desire for you, pressing against my belly while my hand warmed your bottom, turning the creamy whiteness a hot, hot red.

And when you come home, slightly tipsy, happy from and full of joy at your Girls' Night Out, you will tell me all about it and I'll laugh with you. I'll be happy also in your pleasure. Then, then, my love, I will take you to our bed. I may or may not remove that lovely plug from your now tender ass. You'll not even ask me to, knowing if I want it out, I'll take it. If I want it in throughout the night, that is where it will stay. You'll be wet and ready for me. I might take your mouth or you tunnel or your ass. I might fuck your tits and cum on your body. You and I both know, though, that I will take you however I want and in doing so, I will give us both what we need.

The Darkness

Sometimes, darkness overwhelms me and my soul drifts

light as translucent as fog in the coldness of dawn.

Unforgiving limbs of my fears weave themselves 

into my very cells.

I am trapped in my own past 

from which escape is insensible.

I am lost in the white darkness

stumbling into the forest of memories.

Desperate and afraid.

Then, the Sun fights to burn the cold

dispersing the suffocating fog.

Helios with his fiery chariot 

vanquishing the soft, cloying darkness,

leading me home.

Fear and Memory remain 

but now a mere swirling in the shadows

My God has answered my prayers.

He has gather my soul again

and brought it home.

Candlelight Train

Due to some odd electrical issue, or perhaps because of a whim of His desires, The train is without electricity tonight. He instructed me to light a candelabra and any other candles to illuminate our quarters. Naturally, I do as He wishes. We eat our dinner, served to us by Maddie, a personal attendant of sorts to My Lord. I am, naturally, completely nude and Maddie's presence causes me to keep my eyes lowered. Despite the hours I spend naked, I am still uncomfortable with my own body in front other anyone other than My Lord. Once we finish dining, My Lord motions to me and I kneel before him, unzipping his trousers and begin to worship his cock. I love doing this and despite hearing Maddie bustling about, clearing the table, I am focused only on My Lord. He wraps his hand in my hair and I look up at him. He has his eyes closed. Both his stomach and his cock happy and content. I feel his hips lift and I swallow his length, working my throat to keep from gagging. He pushed my head down hard, my lips meet his base and I feel the hot cream hit the back of my throat as he grants me his Pleasure.

Once I have cleaned him, I sit back on my heels, head bowed and wait for his next instructions. He offers me a hand and helps me to stand. He indicates that I am to lie on the now cleaned table. Once I am positioned, he secures my hands and ankles with soft ropes, looping them beneath the oaken boards. I can wiggle a bit, but am basically immobilized. Maddie comes then and places four pillar candles on my torso. She lights each one. Every breath I take causes them to move up and and down so I must control my breathing. My Lord kisses me and tells me to be a good girl while he enjoys his scotch.

Five, ten, fifteen minutes pass. I have no idea how long, but I watch the rise and fall of the candles and their flickering flames. The wax has melted to the point where it slowly dribbles down the sides of the candles and pools on my skin. I  hear my Lord tell Maddie to proceed. She lifts one candle and slowly, slowly drips the hot wax onto my skin. The heat scorches, but I control my instinct to twist away, conscious of the remaining three candles. Then, she positions the candle in her hand over by breast and the hot wax runs onto my nipple and down the side of my breast. I bite my lip and turn my head to the side, but remain still. She applies this treatment to the other nipple. Soon, my body is glazed with cooling wax.

She replaces the candle onto my torso. My Lord stands over me, inspecting the designs. He nods to her and she leaves. I hear the door softly click closed.

"Now, my dear, I am going to love your wet pussy with my mouth. You will remain still, for to wiggle about will cause the candles to tumble. You will learn control."

And so I did.

Rope Panties

We're going to a party tonight. All the guests will be of like mind - tops and bottoms, masters and slaves, doms an subs. The party is to begin in a public location with public play. Because alcohol is sold, the law prohibits total nudity, so my genitals and nipples must be covered. Still, Matthew has ordered that I wear no underwear for one full week. I'm not sure what to do, so I place black electrical tape over my nipples and pull on my dress, a short, sweet little red number and slip into matching heels. I'm concerned, but I also trust Matthew to make the final decision. I'm just finishing putting on my lipstick when the doorbell rings.

"Good," he says then kisses me. "You're almost ready. Lift your dress."
I do so.

"Now that's my good girl, following my orders," he tells me and I blush a bit, pleased by his words.

"Keep holding the dress up."

I see him take out a length of soft silken rope. He kneels in front of me and gets to work. I close my eyes and sigh. I love when he binds me. It's like a hug, but better almost because when he ties me into a corset, loops rope around my wrists, binds me in any way, I am constantly reminded of his hands, his arms, his body. I feel him even when he is not touching me. I feel a warmth deep inside of me and know the tremor of my body. He slides the rope between my petals and positions a knot on my clit. I bite my lip and moan. He finishes, stands and grabs my hair, pulling my head back.

"Now you may cum," he says as his lips take mine.

I do. His mouth swallows my screams and my juices coat the rope. He holds me so I don't fall an
d I sway against him. I can feel the rumble in his chest and I know he's laughing at me. He loves how easily I cum.

When my tremors stop, he releases me slowly, making sure I'm steady.

"Now, I believe we have covered all that needs to be. Straighten your dress we'll go. You're in for a wonderful night, my dear."

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."