A submissives journey

He has brought her into his room. She cannot see, hear or touch. He has deprived her of so much this night. Her senses dulled from his sensual attach on her body, she can do no more than put one foot in front of another as he leads her. The leash, attached to her collar, falls limply in his hand, her head lowered. The orgasms that have wracked her body this night have left her mentally weak and physically exhausted. As he gently lays her on the bed, he watches as a single tear slips down her cheek. Wiping it away with his thumb, he lays down beside her to hold her, whispering in her ear that she is safe with him. He slowly brings her back to him, realizing her mental state has taken her to a place away from him. Now, Master must hold her, helping her accept the raw emotion he has brought forth, easing her into his world.

Listening closely as her breathing slows and becomes once again more rhythmic, his hands slide lovingly over her body. She has given so much to him tonight. She has submitted in ways she never dreamed of and he never thought possible. Her trust, so childlike in its giving, has touched him to the core. He has never experienced another trusting him so completely or giving so much of herself. In awe he has watched as her climaxes took her to new heights, opening her mind to him completely.

Tracing his hand over her back, he feels the lingering warmth of the flogging. On her rounded behind, the imprint of his hand is still visible. Placing his fingers over the print, he wonders how she felt as his hand made contact with her flesh. The backs of her thighs still bear the welts from his cane, administered slowly, softly, yet building in intensity as she stood and begged for more. The rushing endorphins had dulled her mind. A natural high, brought on by his knowledge of her needs replacing her trepidation of submitting.

She had not been able to stop herself when she first walked into the room to him. They had never really discussed exactly what would happen, so she had no idea what to fully expect. As they had made plans in the days before meeting, he had hinted as what she would feel, how he would treat her. He had been encouraging with each phone call, helping her to build trust. Slowly invading her mind, she knew he meant her no harm.

As he ordered her to her knees before him, she knew she was crossing a threshold that could not be crossed again. She was leaving her shyness, her nervousness, her uncertainty behind her and willingly placing all that she had to give at his feet.

He did not immediately speak to her or command her to service as she had expected. Instead, he simply rubbed her head, feeling the softness of her hair as it slipped between his fingers. He caught his breath, wanting nothing more than to grab a handful and fully take her mouth as he would her body later on, but he knew if he did this, it would only make her more afraid and he wanted her to come to him willingly. He would not simply take that, which he wanted so badly, tonight.

He slid his experienced hands across her shoulders, down her arms. Taking her hands in his, he helped her stand, reminding her to keep her eyes lowered unless told otherwise.

Slipping into her blouse, he caressed the soft, supple mounds, taking each nipple between thumb and forefinger, rubbing, pulling, pinching. Her nipples grew hard quickly and she gasped at the sudden sensation. Releasing the hardened buds, he continued his exploration, sliding over her hips, down her thighs. Squatting down, his hands caressed her nylon covered calves and ankles. His hands followed the curves of her legs, further and further up. Under her skirt, a single fingertip sensually followed the top of her nylons, up the edge of the garter. He raised the hem of her skirt, messily tucking it into the waistband, allowing him full view of her womanhood. As he had commanded, she had not shaved. He played for a bit with the hair that had grown back on her mound. Seductively, he outlined this, watching and listening to her reaction to his touch. Lighting touching the inside of her thighs, he silently ordered her to open her legs where his fingers took his burning touch to her outer lips. He could see her clit and watched it grow harder as he teased her. He knew she wanted him to touch her inside, to feel his fingers separate and fill, but he would not give her that pleasure….not yet…not before he had had his fill. As his hands continued to slide up, down and around her legs, she felt her knees grow wobbly and reached a hand out to place on Master’s shoulder. Her lungs felt constricted, her breath barely able to escape. His slow seduction and teasing driving her insane. She wanted to scream at him to please take her, to fill her, to touch her, to make her cum, but was aware of the consequences should she speak before being allowed. He had told her when making plans that she would not speak unless given permission and in the beginning could not even speak to ask for permission. She was simply to stand quietly in front of him and allow his inspection.

Continuing his teasing, he smiled as he saw a bit of her juice slide from her slit and followed its trail down her thigh. Ahhhhh, she was so wet, so willing, so hot. Taking a deep breath as he stood, he smelled the scent of her as it filled the room. Her sex scent was intoxicating and made his own senses reel. Looking down and seeing the bulge of his own sex, he rubbed himself against her, allowing her the knowledge of his desire for her.

Placing a finger under her chin to raise her head, he looked deep into her hazel eyes as his tongue slowly parted her lips. She greedily accepted this further attack of her senses and as he tasted her, his tongue dancing and darting, promising ecstasy.

Enfolding her in his arms, he simply stood and held her. He would stop many times like this before the night was over. Silently encouraging her, reassuring her, but most of all, prolonging the release she would beg for.

Stepping behind her, the lights dimmed and eventually faded to nothingness as he secured her blindfold. A sudden stab of feat gripped her and he felt the tension in her body. “Shh, pet” he whispered in her ear. “Relax and enjoy, let your mind go, simply feel what is happening, do not analyze.” His soft breath sent chill bumps over her skin, his lips tracing that sensitive line from ear to shoulder. She was slowly losing herself to him, but could not have stopped it, even if she had wanted to. Taking her hands behind her back, he massaged the palms, sliding a fingertip down the length of each, individual finger of hers. She stood still as she felt him buckling each restraint in place and hearing the clink of metal as he fastened the D-rings together. This single sound, echoing in the quiet room, sealed her submission to him. Knowing that now, she was indeed at his mercy, she took a deep breath and began to let herself go, trusting, giving, submitting all. Inserting earplugs, he took her deeper into herself. Now, she could only feel what he would do, she could not see or hear to anticipate what he would do next to try and ready herself.

Guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed, he stood before her and the gag he held slowly pushed between her lips. Standing in front of her and seeing her bound and gagged and in a position to not stop him from anything he desired, his own need quickly grew. Unzipping his trousers, his hard cock filling his hand, he stepped toward her. Grabbing her hair, he pulls her face toward him and rubs the head over her cheeks, under her nose and neck. His precum leaving a trail on her face.

Reaching for the riding crop, he at first softly taps her breasts, flicking the soft leather end over her nipples, sliding it around the orbs. He begins to tap, slowly building the sensation as he skips from one to the other. Hearing her moans, he continues, watching for any sign that she may be in distress. Moving to her shoulders, he taps down her arms, gently at first, and slowly building. He does the same to her thighs. He slides the crop between her legs, gently tapping as a sign that he wishes her to spread her legs. Doing so, she again feels him begin softly and then building in intensity. A hand grasping her arm helps her to stand and steadies her on outstretched feet. The tapping of his crop on her swollen clit vibrating throughout her heated body, keeping time with the internal contractions of her hot pussy. A low moan, more like a growl, escapes her and Master suddenly stops. She tries to scream behind the gag, but only sounds strangled at the loss of sensation between her legs. Wiggling, she tries to make him aware of what she wants, what she needs, but he just watches her futile efforts, his arms crossed, waiting for her to be still.

When she has realized he will not continue until she stills, her wiggling stops and now it is her turn to wait. His hand on her elbow guides her to turn around, presenting her backside to him. On her back, his fingers trace the word “K-N-E-E-S…N-O-W.” She hesitates for a second while she deciphers the letters. He again traces the letters on her back, tapping her rounded bottom to get the point further across. Gently, as she raises one leg to comply, he helps her and holds her shoulders to prevent her falling forward, aiding her in turning her face, preventing her smothering.

She instinctively spreads her knees, exposing herself to him, not caring what he sees or the position she is in. Her mind has carried her to another plain….she is passed embarrassment. Suddenly, she gasps as the sting of the crop is felt across her ass cheek. He strikes the other cheek and she tries to move away. Grabbing the wrist restraints, he holds her in place, watching as the red stripes appear on her white skin. Again and again he strikes, each time, reddening a new area. Stopping, he lays the crop aside and gently rubs her skin, soothing the ache, easing the heat. Moving his hands under her, he cups her heavy breasts, teasing and pinching the nipples. Sliding his hand between her legs, his palm fills with her wetness and he rubs it on her thighs and up. Seeing her like this, smelling her, touching her, he must have her. His own body will no longer be denied. Undressing, he knees on the bed behind her and rubs the head of his engorged cock up and down her slit. Her wet cunt begs him to take her, to fill her and he complies. He wants to cum, but wants to experience every orifice she offers first. His dripping cock slides between her cheeks, she moves her hips toward him, her body again begging to be taken. Slapping her cheeks with his hand, the head of his cock touches her tight, hidden hole. She grows very still, waiting, praying he will be gentle. She is so wet and so aroused that he easily slips in. Master watches as every inch of him is swallowed, disappearing into her. Grinding against her, he again brings her to the brink, taking her to the edge of orgasm, knowing how much anal arouses her. Yet….he denies her. Tears of frustration wet the blindfold. She wants to cum so badly. Her body is screaming for release. Every nerve ending pulled tight, her senses reeling, her emotions raw with desire for this man who has played her like a fine violin. She is on the edge, wanting to cum, to explode, to feel the starbursts of release as they dance through her mind.

He helps her turn over and removes the blindfold. Without warning, she begs “Master, please, oh God, please help me. Please Sir, have mercy on me, let me cum.”
Caressing her cheek, he tells her, “Soon love, I promise, soon.” Straddling her, he again rubs his hard cock over her face. Her mouth opens to receive him and she frantically and hungrily begins to suck him. Her movements are fast, deep and hard. She knows it will take little of tasting him to make her cum and that is her goal.. to do so before he realizes what she is doing. However, Master is smarter than that and grabs her hair, yanking her head. A popping sound is heard as his cock slips from her mouth, the suction broken. She tries to raise her head, to taste him again in her mouth, but Master covers her mouth with his hand, preventing it. Angrily he tells her “slut, you will cum, when I ALLOW you to cum and NOT before. You have been greedy and I cannot tolerate that. Now, get up off the bed and stand with your legs spread.” His tone is one of disgust and anger. She knows she has crossed the line and pushed this Master too far and now will suffer for her greediness. With no warning, he brings the cane across her ass. He watches as the cane itself is replaced with a red welt. She cries out in pain and tries to move her hand to protect the tender skin. He yanks her hands away and strikes again. As he hits the backs of her thighs, she begins to beg “please Master, I’m sorry, I will not do it again. Sir, I will not be greedy.” He doesn’t believe her and the cane strikes at random, red welts left in its path. He knows he will not hit hard enough to damage, but simply to get his point across, the HE is in control, that it is she who will bend to his will and not he to hers. Hearing her sob, his heart softens but not his resolve, he needs to punish for her greediness. He needs to make her understand that she cannot regain control once it is given. He will not allow that, know that if he gives in just this once, she will do it again and his Dominance over her will be lost. She is an excellent submissive and has done well tonight. He wants nothing more than to guide her toward acceptance.. of herself, her submission and ultimately of him and her control over her. He is taking that which she wants to give, stripping her, with his cane, of that last piece of herself. Her sobbing increases suddenly and she screams the word he has taught her…”MERCY”. Instantly, he stops, dropping the cane. His own breath is now coming in gasps at his effort to break her. Her head is lowered and she stand before him sobbing, tears escaping the blindfold and sliding down her cheeks. Taking her in his arms, he gently holds her, quieting her, again rubbing the heat from her skin. Now, he is ready to reward her for taking all that he has given to her tonight. Releasing her hands from the restraints and easing her on the bed, he mounts her. He removes the blindfold, allowing him to watch her eyes as she experiences orgasm after orgasm as he takes her. His strokes slow and increase in tempo, carrying her to the precipice time and time again. Finally, unable to hold back his own orgasm and feeling her tightness wrapped around him, he begins to chant.. ”cum little one, cum for Master, cum for me.” Her back arches, her hips grinding hard against him. Eyes widening in surprise at the intensity, her orgasm begins at her toes, slowly setting each nerve ending in its path on fire. Her mind whirls away to a distant place. She no longer hears, tastes or sees. Instead, she begins to float away as her body explodes over and over again. She feels the heat of his seed as he explodes inside her. For a brief second she loses consciousness as their mutual release begins to fade. Laying his head on her chest, allowing his breathing to slow and his eyes to focus, Master rests. After a time, he moves beside her, cradling her head, pulling her against him, whispering for her to come back to him, reminding her to breathe. They lay like this for what seems like hours, until her eyes begin to flicker open, focusing on the man beside her, holding her safe, protecting her. A bond, one which both have sought, but neither really expected, begins to form. She has finally found the One to whom she has submitted completely, totally and without reservation. He has finally found the one who knows how to submit to him, will accept his Dominance over her and gives herself completely to him.

Kissing her softly, and covering her from the chill air, they both breathe deeply in the knowledge they have found what they sought for so long. As the sunlight dims in the room, sleep overtakes them.

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