Training Day
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Training Day
Posted on April 12, 2013 by AUDREY3 Comments
I’d told him I wanted to be his slave for a week. I was worried about a lot of things; if a week was too long, if I’d get upset and insecure, how he’d react if I did. Nevertheless I still wanted it. I wanted to be controlled and he wanted to control me, all we had to do was figure out how to work it with minimal (unintentional) tears. Rather unoriginally my emergency exit was a safeword- ‘Valerian’. I knew that it was important that I not abuse my safeword, that I couldn’t just use it if I didn’t feel like doing something. The game was about pushing boundaries, and that was inevitably going to get uncomfortable at times. I had another word for those times- ‘Poppy’. Poppy was a ‘heads up’ for him when I started to feel a little -too- uncomfortable- it was a request to slow down and take things carefully. They were the red and orange traffic lights of our sex life- green was pretty much any other word or noise you could imagine.
My instructions were detailed, which suited us both- he liked to tell me what to do, and being micro-managed really turned me on. I was to be ready for him at all times. ’Ready’ had a few different meanings; physically I had to be groomed- I must shave every morning and again before seeing him if I got the chance. I must be moisturised and sweet smelling; I was to rub baby oil into my pussy before I saw him. This wasn’t just for his benefit- he knew this turned me on for some inexplicable reason.
I was to be well dressed- my lingerie must match; I should be wearing a skirt if practical. If I was wearing a skirt, there needed to be stockings and garters. If I was wearing stockings and garters I must put my panties on last, so they could be taken off without removing the garters. That is, if he hadn’t required that I not wear any. He could and would dictate which lingerie & outfits I should wear as he pleased, otherwise I was to aim to please him. He would request my hair up or down, and whether he wanted me in heels or flat shoes.
Ready also meant that I had to keep a selection of wearable sex toys with me at all times, to be worn at his will- this included nipple clamps (to be worn under a bra), clit clamp with bell, ben-wa balls, and a butt plug. If he texted me telling me to put any of these items on (or in) I had to do it as soon as I received the text, and send a photo for proof- if I didn’t he was entitled to punish me.
He could punish me whenever he pleased, for whatever reason- if I was slow to respond to an order, if I seemed reluctant or lazy about pleasing him. The only time punishment wasn’t an option was if I used my safeword, even if he felt I was abusing the privilege.
Above all, being ‘ready’ for him meant that I should consider myself available to him for sex at any moment- when I first woke up, as soon as I walked in the door from work, or when I was in the shower. I wasn’t to refuse him out of hand; if he pleased he would fuck me without foreplay, lubing me up and coming in me, then going back to what he’d been doing. If that happened I could beg for my own pleasure, but he was entitled to refuse me, at which point I could either acquiesce, or beg harder. If he was annoyed at me for continuing to beg, he could punish me. You get the point; here’s how it went.
Day One
The first day started early. At 6 am I woke to the feel of my legs being spread and fingers lubricating my pussy. He slid his cock into me without speaking and smiled at me as I grabbed at his shoulders in surprise.
“Good morning baby.” His cock pushed its way into me with some difficulty- un-ready, I was tight and he had to stretch my pussy to accommodate him. I was still half asleep but waking up rapidly. His fingers brushed my nipple, and he pinched it gently, rolling it between his fingers and gripping my hip with his other hand. He moved and pushed one of my legs up higher into the air- he knew I liked the feeling of being spread wide, though I had a feeling that this particular incident wasn’t particularly about what I liked. Not directly anyway. I liked submitting to him, feeling like his object. He fucked me pretty thoroughly for a while, sliding in and out and spreading my thighs even further. “You’re such a good little girl,” he told me, and then he pulled out, moving up my body. “I want you to lick me clean before I go back to fucking you. I know you don’t like the taste of lube but I know you love tasting your own juices on me- I want you to know you’re a dirty little slut who gets turned on by being treated like one- I want you to taste the evidence.” I leaned forward and started to suck his cock into my mouth. “No, don’t suck, lick. Like a lollipop. I want to see it on your tongue.” I licked around the head of his cock, tasting the vaguely orange flavour of the lubricant and the tang of my pussy on him. Sometimes strings of my juices and my saliva connected my lips to his cock as I pulled back briefly. When his cock was clean he rolled me over and pulled my ass into the air before shoving his cock back into me. “Tilt your ass up higher baby. That’s it, let me push all the way into you. Hmm, I like the way you look like this.” I felt him pull out again and glanced back at him. “No, stay like that.” He pushed down on the small of my back so my ass tilted higher into the air, and I had to press my face into the bed to keep my balance. I felt him spreading me, pulling my pussy lips apart. “Stay still pet. Don’t move from that spot.” I heard him leave the room. Some time passed, and I could hear him moving around the house, the click of his lighter as he lit a cigarette. I felt the air cool on my exposed pussy, my breath hot between my face and the sheets. I heard him open the fridge, drink something from the bottle- it seemed like my senses were heightened from being made to wait. I heard him sit down on the couch just outside the bedroom door- he thumbed through one of my copies of National Geographic. Finally he came back into the bedroom and touched my pussy gently. “You’re wet baby. Did you like waiting here like my patient little girl?” I wasn’t sure. Apparently I thought too long before I answered and he smacked my butt hard, the force pushing my face forward into the pillow. “Answer, slut.”
“I don’t know, Sir. I was embarrassed, and annoyed that you stopped fucking me, but I liked that you treated me like a toy, a thing to be played with when you please, and ignored when you please,” I blurted.
“Good, that was the idea.” Unceremoniously he pushed his cock back into me, pulling my hips back onto him and pounding me hard.
“May I play with my clit please Sir?” I asked, feeling it throb.
“No,” he said, pushing my head back into the bed. I felt him sliding in and out, mercilessly, his hands squeezing my flesh. He fucked me harder and harder as he got closer to coming, until my face was being driven into the bed and he had to pull my hips back onto him to prevent me from falling. I felt it as his cock got just that little bit harder before he came, shuddering and pressing his cock painfully, deeply into my cunt. He leaned on me briefly, recovering, before he pulled out. I rolled onto my back on the bed and looked up at him and he smiled and leaned down to kiss me. “Good girl. Did you like that?” His voice was no longer in ‘Master mode’ and I knew it was a serious question.
“Yeah, I think so. Yes.”
“That’s good.” With two fingers he scooped up some of the come that had started to ooze out of me and wiped it over my lips. I started to lick it off. “Wait.” He sat there for a few moments, looking at me, admiring the sight of my glazed lips I suppose. “Ok, lick it off now.” I frowned slightly and did as instructed. “I know you don’t like the taste of it cold,” he grinned wickedly. “That’s the point.”
I was at work when I heard my phone vibrate on my desk.
“Excuse yourself from whatever you’re doing and go to the bathroom. Take the nipple clamps but not your bag.” I fetched the clamps out of my bag and tried to close my fist around them to hide them from my coworkers- they were almost too big but I managed it. I headed to the bathroom and sat down inside the stall.
“I’m here, what do you want me to do?”
“Are you wearing the lingerie I ordered you to?” The set was black and pale bronze, and the bra cups pushed my breasts high.
“Yes Sir.”
“Take your shirt and bra off and put the clamps on your nipples. Tight, but not so tight you’ll have to take them off soon- I want you to wear them until you come home.” I trembled at the thought, but followed his instructions. I felt strange being topless in the work bathrooms.
“Put your bra and shirt back on and take off your panties.” I took my panties off and held them awkwardly in my hands. “Okay, now go back to work.” I frowned.
“Where should I put my panties? I can’t carry them back into work, people will see!”
“Are you wet? Put them inside you. Later I can gag you with them and you’ll be able to smell and taste how much of a horny little slut you are.” I shuddered and slid my fingers between my pussy lips. I considered how best to do it, but eventually gave up and started pushing my panties into my pussy rather haphazardly. It felt strange to feel their softness balling up inside me. I felt humiliated and incredibly turned on as I finished pushing them inside me and pinched my pussy lips shut after them. “How does it feel?” He asked.
“Good baby. I feel slutty.”
“You are slutty. But also well behaved. Now go back to work.”
I arrived home and as soon as I opened the door he pulled me inside and pushed me against the wall. He kissed me and his hands slid up my thigh, stroking across my pussy, probing inside me. He was feeling for the panties and I shivered, dreading what was coming next. Satisfied that I’d kept the panties in place he tugged them out a little bit so their wetness brushed my thighs. This seemed to amuse him. Finally he turned his attention to my shirt. He unbuttoned and discarded it before pulling the cups of my bra down to inspect my breasts. He frowned.
“Where are the clamps?” He asked, his tone cool.
“I’m sorry Sir, they just hurt too much, I couldn’t concentrate at work and I had to take them off.” I handed the clamps, connected by their little chain, to him.
“That’s very bad. Why would you disobey me? I told you not to put them on so hard that you couldn’t keep them there. What do you think will happen now?” I pouted slightly.
“You’re going to punish me.”
“Yes, and you’re not going to like it. I know you like a light spanking, but this isn’t going to be light. It’s going to be bad and you may even get upset. But you’re going to take it for me, because I know you’re my good little girl. To make it easier you can even choose the number.”
“The number?” I asked, my mind briefly blank.
“Of strokes. With whatever implement I choose. But don’t choose too low or I’ll pick a very high number instead.” I considered.
“Thirty?” I offered, squinting up at him hopefully from under my eyelashes.
“”Good sweetheart, I think you begin to understand. That’s for later. For now, I want to outline some more rules for you. When you’re at home, nudity will be your natural state.” As he spoke he started undressing me- unzipping my skirt and pulling it off me, unclipping my bra and garters and rolling my stockings down my legs. “I may choose to dress you up sometimes, but otherwise you’re to be nude. Mostly I want you to be on all fours. You’ll have to moisturize your knees and hands more so they won’t get dry because of this- I wouldn’t like that. If you’re doing something like cooking or fetching me something you can stand up- I wouldn’t want you to break anything.” I immediately knelt in front of him and looked up at him expectantly. “Good. Now crawl onto the couch and present your ass to me.” I crawled across the floor and up onto the couch. “Good girl.” I felt his hands stroking my ass. He toyed with my asshole briefly but quickly moved onto pulling the panties out of my pussy. I could tell from the sound that they were saturated. “Turn around and open your mouth.” I dropped my jaw for him. I felt him pushing the panties into my mouth, a peculiar mix of softness and salty wetness. My juices tasted and smelled very strong. He smiled down at me. “Ah, gorgeous. You’ll keep them in there until I take them out. If you don’t it’ll mean more punishment. For now, go into the bedroom and kneel on the floor.”
I crawled off the couch, my panties filling my head with the scent of my wet pussy, the juices from them smeared around my chin. I knelt in his room and looked out at him sitting on the couch. “Not like that. How do you think I would like you to kneel?” I knew I wasn’t meant to answer verbally. I straightened my back, thrusting my breasts out toward him. I clasped my wrists behind my back. He made a gesture and I flushed, before spreading my thighs as wide as they would go. “Ah, perfect. Now I want you to make yourself come, while I watch. And then I’m going to beat you.” I gasped but my left hand snaked down toward my clit obediently, eagerly. I stroked it for him, feeling dirty, feeling myself slip into the mindspace of being his toy, an object for his pleasure. My interior monologue, like it usually did while we were fucking, centred around how I was his toy, his slut, to do with as he pleased, whenever he pleased. He came to me and tilted my chin up, unzipping his pants. He pulled the wet panties out of my mouth and threw them away, before he pressed his cock against my lips. My hand flew up to help but he pushed it back down. “No, keep playing with your pussy. I’m going to fuck your mouth, you’re not giving me head.” I returned to my task while he started to brutalize my mouth. My fingers worked on my pussy while his cock slid in and out, bruising my lips when I didn’t manage to press them against him enough, nudging the back of my throat. I looked up at him; because he was tall he could tilt my chin up and press his cock further into my throat- I’d been learning to deep-throat but I wasn’t an expert yet. Seeming to read my mind he spoke down at me. “By the end of the week you’ll be able to do this effortlessly, you’re going to suck my cock so much.” I shuddered and the thought of being used so thoroughly tipped me over the edge and I felt myself coming, my pussy convulsing, my hips bucking wildly. I found it difficult to stay still while he fucked my mouth and his fingers gripped my chin harder. His other hand twined in my hair and steadied my head. He pumped relentlessly into my mouth, sometimes my throat and I felt tears come to my eyes as I choked.
“Now that you’re done put your hands behind your back. You’re not active in this, your mouth is just an orifice for me to fuck.” He plundered my mouth and I felt his body tense. He pulled out slightly so he came over my lips and into my mouth at the same time, his semen spilling out down my chin while I swallowed what I could. He rubbed his cock in the come remaining on my chin and smeared it over my cheeks and the rest of my face and then he wiped it clean on my hair. I felt sticky and slightly uncomfortable and my lips tingled from all the blood that had rushed to them while he fucked my mouth. He tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up before pushing me back towards the bed. “Get on.” He said, and I hastened to obey. “How would you like to be spanked?” He asked and I looked slightly confused. He smiled. “In what position?” I flushed again; it embarrassed me to be made to ask.
“Over your knee.” He arched an eyebrow at me and waited. “Please. Over your knee, please, Sir.” He smiled. “Much better. Come here.” I crawled to him and he pulled me over his knee so my ass was in the air. “Your mouth is perfect to fuck but you were disobedient today. I wanted those clamps on til you got home and you didn’t do it. I’m going to hit you now and it’s going to hurt. It’s supposed to. I want you to have bruises on your ass to look at tommorrow so you’ll remember not to disobey me.” I bit my lip, then thought better of it and made sure there was no vulnerable flesh between my teeth before the blows came. He stroked my ass, pinching it, his thumb rubbing my asshole briefly. “Your ass is going to be so red. I think you might cry, too. I want you to count though. Every blow. If you can’t say it, or lose count, I’m going to start again until you get it right. Of course, if I feel like it, once we reach thirty I’ll just keep going anyway.” With that he didn’t waste any more time and I felt his hand hit my ass, hard. I immediately tried to scramble away- he’d never spanked me that hard before. “Stay still, slut, or you’ll earn more punishment.” I exhaled sharply in fear and frustration, but didn’t have time to finish exhaling before another spank landed. “Also, you forgot to count.”
“One,” I murmured. He spanked me again. “Two.” His hand began to rain down faster and harder, hitting the sweet spot where my ass cheeks joined my thighs. I pictured my ass being pushed away by the impact of his hand and then bouncing back to meet the next stroke. I continued counting, my face starting to feel uncomfortably flushed. I started to whimper in between numbers and squealed at the blows. I squirmed and tried to crawl away but he only pulled me back into place and spanked me harder. My breathing quickened as my mind started to respond to this pain the only way it knew how- with tears, but I knew this was part of the game. My tears mingled with the semen already on my cheeks, and I felt dirty, degraded. It turned me on so much. I lost count, and he insisted I begin again from one; I started to cry in earnest. After some time I was gasping out the final numbers. “Twenty eight!” I squealed, writhing on his lap. “Twenty nine!” I knew my face was red from crying and my ass throbbed and stung like it never had before. He brought the last blow down and it felt like the hardest, thrusting me forward almost out of his lap. “Thirty.” I said with relief, shuddering helplessly. He gathered me up into his lap and kissed my temple, and then tilted my head up to kiss me properly.
“You’re such a good girl, you know. Such a good girl to take your punishment so well. You’re so pretty when you cry from being spanked- it makes me want you even more. I love you, and I’m going to fuck you now, because you turn me on so much.” He leaned me back against the bedhead and sat back, but then thought better of it. “Come here and kiss me.” I rushed over and fell on him, my face still damp with tears and his come, my lips meeting his. We kissed for a while and he rolled over so I was under him, sliding his cock into my pussy, my ass smarting where it rubbed on the bed. He pulled my hand down to my clit wordlessly and began to rock back and forth inside me, watching me, leaning down to kiss me and press me against him. “Come for me baby, I want you to come while I’m inside you. I’m going to make you all sticky with come again after you’ve come for me.” We fucked, for what felt like forever, his cock moving inside me and my pussy clutching around him, my hands gripping his back and ass. When I came he squeezed me hard and started to come with me, and we gripped each other until it stopped. He stroked my cheek and told me I was a good girl. He pulled out and sleepily pulled me against him. I lay there, feeling his body relax in sleep. I was covered in his come I felt it inside me, on my face, my chin. I could feel it cooling on my thighs, and in my hair. I could tell by the fact that he hadn’t cleaned up before sleeping that he wanted it there, so obediently I left it. I felt used, and loved, simultaneously. It was a good mix.
Day Two
The next day I woke to the feel of his come spilling onto my face. I opened my eyes, shocked, and saw him kneeling over me. He smiled at me and reached down to smear come from my chin onto my lips and into my mouth. My brow furrowed but I licked at his thumb obediently. He caught my expression and his face darkened, but he said nothing. While I was licking his thumb clean he reached over to the bedside table with his free hand and produced the digital camera. He snapped a photo of me licking up his come and grinned.
“Today I’m going to take pictures of you.” I scowled at him, and he reached down and tweaked my nipple, hard. “None of that attitude, come here.”
He pulled me onto his lap rather unceremoniously, upending me over his knee. He gave me a little spank and I squirmed unhappily, still waking up. “You know you agreed to be my slave this week which means doing what I want, and no attitude about it. You know I’m going to punish you for that. You should be appropriately enthusiastic that I’m going to take pictures of you being my little slut.” He picked up the camera again and took a picture of his hand squeezing my ass. I jerked violently as his second spank landed, but I’d learned better than to try and scramble away.
“One.” I counted the first spank without prompting.
“Good girl!” He exclaimed and I knew he was smiling. Before I had the chance to respond his hand slapped down.
“Two. Three.” I grunted as he started to spank me harder. I felt him kneading my ass and pinching the reddening flesh between spanks. He dropped the camera on the bed and knotted his right hand in my hair, twisting and pulling my head back slightly.
“How many strokes do you think you earned with your little face this morning?” His fingers toyed with the welts coming up on my ass while he waited for me to answer. I tried to weigh up how my scowling might compare to taking my nipple clamps off yesterday.
“Ten?” I hazarded. He laughed harshly and slapped my ass hard.
“Don’t be ridiculous. We’ll start with thirty again and see what I feel like after that. The spanks seemed to rain down- he made me start from one again, and I’m certain he was hitting the spots that were starting to welt, or worse, that had bruising from yesterday. I shuddered across his lap as he hit me, squealing and trying to squeeze out my count. It seemed to go easier than yesterday; either I was getting used to the idea of being punished already or he was going easy on me. He paused after number nineteen and squeezed my ass while he took some pictures. “Your little red ass is gorgeous sweetheart. I think I might start spanking you whenever I want just so I can see it like this more often.” I whimpered. He continued spanking me, his hand impacting again and again, until my squeals faded into groans and I went limp on his lap. After thirty, I felt him stop, and I could tell he was admiring his handiwork.
“Now that we’ve finished with that, I want you to reach back and pull your asscheeks apart. I want to take a picture of your gorgeous red ass while I play with your pretty little asshole.” I flushed and started shaking my head. He spanked me hard. “Don’t disobey me or you’ll earn more spanks.” I frowned slightly, reaching back to pull my ass cheeks apart as he’d ordered me. “Good girl.” I felt him stroke my ass. He snapped a few more pictures before his finger slid toward my asshole. He probed it gently, teasing the outside. I whimpered and bit my lip- I loved the feel of him playing with my ass. He picked up the lube from the bedside table and dripped it liberally onto my ass, nudging my thighs apart so he could make my pussy slick as well. He took photos while he rubbed the slippery silicone lube into my pussy and my asshole and showed me the viewfinder on the camera. “Look how lovely your pussy looks all glistening and shiny with lube. Very fuckable.” I flushed again and he went back to his work on my asshole. He pushed gently at it with his thumb and I exhaled sharply as he started to slide it inside. “That’s a girl. Open up sweetheart, let daddy stretch out your asshole.” I tried to relax for him, feeling his thumb sliding deeper in- he moved it around trying to loosen me up. “Good girl. You need to learn to relax your little asshole for me or the next few days are going to be very unpleasant. I don’t get to fuck your ass enough usually, and believe me this week that is going to change.” His thumb slid out to be replaced with two fingers nudging my asshole. “That’s it, even wider now.” His fingers slid further in, and he started separating them, pulling my asshole open. “Good girl, good girl. Relax for me,” he purred down at me while I writhed on his lap. “That’s a girl.” His free hand stroked my ass cheek and then I felt him reach down to reclaim the camera. I heard it click a few times as he snapped photos of his fingers in my ass. “Look back at me so I can get some photos with your pretty little face and your slutty ass together.” I flushed again as I craned my head around, humiliated and aroused. “Ah lovely. Blushing is very cute.” He pointed the camera at me and scissored his fingers widely inside me. My eyes flew open and I let out a low moan, hearing the camera click. He showed me the display again. “Look at you, dirty little whore. If anyone saw this picture they’d know how much you love being treated like a little slut.” I squeezed my eyes shut, my cheeks flaming.
He slid his fingers out and I heard him rummaging around in the bedside drawer. I started to look around to see what he was looking for but he pushed my into the bed. “No, stay.” I whimpered and pressed my head into the sheets obediently. When he stopped searching through the drawer I felt something cold and hard pressing into my asshole. “Keep pulling your ass cheeks apart slut.” I strained to please him and he slid the plug in further. “That’s a girl, relax again for me. I know it’s a bigger one than you’re used to but I know you’re very eager to show you’re a good little girl for me so I’ll know you’ll keep it in. I want your ass to be ready for me to fuck it whenever I like, and this will help. Sometimes when I don’t have you otherwise occupied you might consider fucking yourself with it just to make sure you don’t tighten up too much. When I fuck your ass I might not feel like giving you much foreplay, so you’ll want to be as ready as possible. I’m going to want to fuck your ass very hard sometimes.” Suddenly he pulled the plug back out again until the tip was only just touching me. “Now I want you to show me how much you want something in your ass. I want you to put the plug in yourself, by wriggling back onto it. Show me what an eager little slut you are.” I shuddered and wriggled my ass into the air, attempting to obey, feeling the plug slide an inch into my ass. I struggled to lift my ass even higher and felt the plug pushing in further. “Ah, you’re such an eager little slut aren’t you? I love how desperate you are to have this up your ass.” He pushed me back down so the plug slid out of my ass and laughed. “Try again pet, I like to watch you do it.” I whimpered and wriggled my ass back up to where it was. He pulled the plug further away so I was forced to push my ass higher into the air to reach it. His other hand slipped ’round to slide up my pussy as the plug touched my asshole. I forced myself back onto it while his fingers slipped inside my cunt. The plug spread my asshole, bigger than the plugs he’d used on me before. I squirmed backward, frowning, and let out a sigh as it slid into place. His fingers slipped out of my pussy immediately and he slid me off his lap and looked at me.
“Lean back against those pillows and spread your legs sweetheart. No, wider than that. As wide as you can.” He pulled my ankles even further apart, until I felt incredibly exposed. He picked up the camera and looked at me. “Tilt your ass toward me, show me that plug.” He leaned toward me taking photos, tweaking my nipple idly with his spare hand. “That’s a girl. Now, use your fingers to spread your pussy lips for me. Do it properly- if you don’t I might have to use the speculum. Of course, I might use the speculum anyway. Good.” He crouched in front of me, taking pictures and toying with my pussy. “Do you like it when I take your picture like this baby? Plugged and spanked and horny? I know you’re horny now even though it’s early, because I know you love being treated like my slave, and I can see your little pussy getting wet. I’m going to take pictures of that too so you can’t forget how much you like this.” He leaned in close and pushed my hands out of the way, pulling my pussy lips apart with his fingers and snapping more pictures. He slid his fingers inside and kept taking pictures. “Now throw your hips back and forward. Fuck my fingers. That’s a girl. Show me how much you want me to fuck you.” He held his fingers still and I rocked back and forward, fucking myself on his fingers, looking up at him, seeking his approval. He dropped the camera and grabbed my hip, pulling and pushing it harder in time with my rocking. “That’s better, like you mean it. Remember if you don’t convince me you want it I’m not going to want to give it to you- maybe I’ll just use you entirely for my own pleasure for the rest of the week.” I fucked his fingers vigorously, panting and squirming. My ass started to ache from the awkward motion and I collapsed onto the bed. He smiled and pulled his fingers out, reaching up to smear my juices across my lips before he kissed me. “Good girl, you tried so hard. Do you like being my dirty little girl?”
“Yes Sir.” I looked up at him, my bottom lip swollen where I’d been chewing on it. He smiled, took another picture and slapped my thigh.
“Go on, go shower. I’ve got plans for you.”
He picked up a black lace garter belt and held it across my hips.
“Do you like it, pet?” I ran my fingers across the delicate lace, smiling. “Yes Sir, it’s lovely.” After my shower the day had taken rather a unchallenging turn- we were lingerie shopping, and except for the persistent feeling of the plug pressing into my ass, I was wholly comfortable. He picked up the bra and panties that went with the garter belt and added them to the large collection he was carrying. “I think that should do us,” he said, giving my ass a quick pinch. I winced and we headed to the changerooms. Once he’d shut us in a cubicle he sat down. “This one first I think.” I started to undress. “Stop. Put your shirt and skirt back on.” I frowned, confused. “Good. Now take them off more slowly. Remember I’m watching you and I want you to try and turn me on. Trust me, you’ll be glad of the practice later.” I unbuttoned my shirt slowly, glancing up at him from under my lashes. “Much better.” I finished unbuttoning my shirt slowly, and slid it off my shoulders. I undid the belt on my skirt and turned away from him so he could see my ass, bending as I lowered the skirt slowly to the floor. He reached out to stroke my ass briefly and toy with the plug but as I started to lean into the caress he took his hand away. “Continue.” I stood in my lingerie and stocking feet, and turned back to face him. I reached back to unclip my bra and let it fall forward onto my shoulders, before slowly sliding it down my arms. My nipples hardened in the cool air of the changeroom as I bent to undo my garter straps. I rested my leg on the other chair in the changeroom and rolled my stocking slowly down my leg before swapping to do the same on the other. I straightened and unclipped my garter belt, letting it fall to the floor. My hand toyed idly with the mound of my bare pussy- he’d ordered me to go sans panties today. He handed the sheer bra to me, and I put it on, following with the delicate panties. He turned me around to clip the garter belt on himself. “Bend over and put your stockings back on.”
“Why did you have me take them off if I was just going to have to put them back on again?” I asked, annoyed. He slapped my ass, hard, and I blushed, looking around and hoping no one heard. “Because I wanted to, slut. Now do it.” I bent down and rolled my stockings back up my legs and clipped them to the garter belt- he helped with the back stays. I turned around and looked at him.
“It’s quite pretty, I like it. I think this one’s a yes.” I reached out to the other sets hanging on the hook.
“Leave those, they’re just for show. I needed us to have a reason to be in here for longer than five minutes.” His mouth quirked in a smile and pulled the camera out of his satchel. “Now, if you want these panties, you’re going to have to earn them. And if you want the garter, and the bra, you’ll have to earn those too. Only good little sluts get presents.” He snapped a few brief photos of me before standing up and pushing me down to my knees. He started unzipping his pants and then seemed to think better of it, doing them back up. His fingers tilted my chin up. “Look up at me. That’s it, show me how embarrassed you are to be kneeling in a changeroom about to suck my cock where anyone could hear. There are probably security cameras too, maybe someone will see us?” he suggested. He twined his fingers in my hair and roughly pressed my face against his hardening cock, rubbing my cheek roughly across the denim. “That’s it, show me how much you want it. Can you feel how hard I am for you baby? What do you think I’m going to do to you in this changeroom where anyone could hear? Does it scare you?” He jerked my face away and released my hair. “Undo my pants. Only use your hands if you have to.” I glanced up at him hesitantly but applied my lips to the top button of his jeans. It was difficult- the metal button hurt my teeth and I had to grip his legs to stop from falling over as I tried to pull the fabric over the button. Eventually I succeeded and grasped the zipper delicately between my front teeth. I slid it down; it was easier than the button, and when I was done I pressed my cheek against the warmth of the bulge in his underwear and looked up at him. He smiled down at me and stroked my temple. “Good girl.” He slid his underwear and jeans down over his hips and grabbed my hair again, before rubbing his cock across my cheeks and face roughly. He kept doing it, his shaft stroking across my brow, rubbing around my jawline, and I kept trying to catch it with my lips. He pulled away, chuckling and I leaned towards him, trying harder. His hands in my hair pulled me away, teasingly. “Beg me.” I whimpered softly- I hated begging, and I was scared that someone would hear. He slapped me, softly, but with enough force to sting. “Do it. And remember if you’re not convincing enough, I’ll punish you while we’re in here- that might be a bit embarrassing for you.” I stared up at him imploringly.
“Please Sir, please may I suck your cock? Please Sir, let me please you, I want your cock in my mouth so badly. I want to feel you shove it down my throat. I want to gag and drool while you fuck my mouth. Please.” I was rubbing my face against his shaft as I spoke and he loosened his grip on my hair.
“Gorgeous, I really believe you, well done. Okay, you get your wish.” He pressed his cock against my closed lips. “I want you to make it good though. This isn’t like yesterday, I want you to use every ounce of your skill to please me. Don’t try and rush it, I want to enjoy this.” I shuddered, nervous and humiliated, but nodded obediently and reached up, grasping his shaft in my left hand. I pressed my lips ever so gently against his head, exhaling hotly, teasing him with my breath. I pulled back and licked across the glans, my tongue sliding around to flick over the bottom of his cock, delicately, pressing my lips against him and sucking gently without pulling the head into my mouth. His grip tightened in my hair again and he let out a low moan. I flinched- as I worked I was straining to hear if anybody came into the changerooms. After I finished teasing him, I sucked the head rapidly between my lips. I worked on generating enough saliva to do the job and began to bob up and down just on the head, pressing it between my lips and sliding my tongue out along the bottom of his shaft. I slid my mouth further down over him, reaching up to cup his balls in my hand, my other hand gripping his thigh for balance. I pushed toward him until the head of his cock was nudging the back of my throat; I pressed harder, relaxing my throat and trying to take him in. I felt the shudder run through his whole body as his cock pressed through the barrier presented by my throat. I held him in my throat as long as I could before I had to pull back, shuddering and struggling to breathe. My eyes started to water as they always did, before I slid him back in and repeated the process. I pulled back again and bobbed up and down on him without deep throating, reaching up to squeeze his shaft and jerk him off where my mouth left off. He started to control my movements with his hands twisted in my hair, pushing me down harder onto his cock, forcing it into my throat. I coughed and choked as he pulled me back. I glanced at the door, embarrassed and his hands squeezed my head, hard. “Focus slut.” He pushed my mouth roughly back down onto his cock and I sucked and licked at him eagerly. He became increasingly rough with me as he came closer to coming, and I dropped both hands to grip his thighs while he fucked my face. Abruptly he slid his cock out of my throat and starting jerking off in front of my face. “Hold your hair up for me.” I let go of his thighs and lifted my hair in both hands. “Higher, so it’s almost on top of your head.” Confused, I followed his instructions. He leaned over me and started jerking off toward my hair, the saliva dangling from his cock trailing across my face and sticking in my eyelashes. I shuddered as I realized what he was going to do and squirmed in humilation and arousal underneath him. He leaned one hand on the wall behind me while he jerked off, his hand sliding slickly over his shaft. I felt the first spurts of come in my hair as he let out a low groan. His semen dripped through my hair and down onto my ears, and then he pulled back and directed what was left onto my face. I screwed my eyes shut as I felt the warm weight of it on my skin. I heard him pulling his pants back up. I opened my eyes experimentally, and discovering that I wasn’t in immediate danger of being blinded by his come, looked up at him. I knew what a sight I must make, holding my semen decorated hair up, the rest dripping down my face. “Did you enjoy that, pet?”
“Yes Sir.” There was no other acceptable answer, even though I wasn’t sure if arousal or embarrassment was winning.
“Use your hand to wipe off the come on your face, and lick it off your hand.”
“What about my hair?” I asked.
“Leave it.” I whimpered slightly but did as ordered, wiping the back of my hand across my cheeks and forehead, collecting his come. He watched me lick it off my hands, pleased. “Ok, stand up.” He leaned forward and snapped the tags off the lingerie I was wearing and I flinched away from him.
“What are you doing?” I demanded. He collected the tags together and tucked them into his pocket.
“Just get dressed, you can wear the lingerie now. You’ll be needing it before we get home. I’ll be at the counter.” He left the changeroom while I pocketed the lingerie I had been wearing and got dressed. I headed toward the counter and found him chatting to the middle-aged store clerk. He handed her the tags. “We’ll just take the set she’s wearing.” The woman arched an eyebrow at me but said nothing as she scanned the tags.
“Have a nice day,” she said, slightly puzzled as she watched us leave the store.
As soon as we shut the door after arriving home he stripped my clothes off and pushed me to my knees. He gripped my head and rubbed my face against his crotch before gesturing to the bedroom.
“Get onto the bed on all fours and close your eyes.” I crawled up onto the bed and lowered my head, screwing my eyes shut- I always found it difficult to keep them closed. I heard him moving around the room, rummaging through drawers before he came back to me and his hand slid across my ass. “Good girl.” His thumb toyed with the plug. “Push it out.” I shuddered in dismay, but squirmed and strained, attempting to follow orders. I felt my little asshole give as the plug slid out into his hand. It was immediately replaced by his probing fingers exploring me eagerly. “Ah, lovely, already you’re more relaxed for me. I’ll be able to fuck you like a porn star later.” He pulled his fingers out and lubed up my asshole some more. “Now, I’ve got a little surprise for you now. I felt the plug pushing into my ass again but it felt different. I couldn’t work it out, and I was dying to open my eyes and see what he was doing. I felt something soft and furry brush my thighs. “Ah, gorgeous.” I felt him turning me so my ass was pointed toward the mirror. “Open your eyes, have a look pet.” I turned my head and stared over my shoulder. Dangling from the plug in my ass was a long red fox tail. I blushed and my mouth quirked in a smile- I’d pointed this plug out to him earlier and said how much I liked it. Obviously he’d been listening.
“Good, I see you like it. Don’t speak though. For the rest of the day you’re really going to be my pet, and pets don’t speak. You’re going to think and behave exactly like a pet would- if you want something you’ll have to find other ways of showing me, and if I stroke you or treat you well you have to respond appropriately- that means with enthusiasm. Remember if you don’t act convincingly enough I will punish you. And it won’t be punishment you will enjoy,” he finished ominously. He picked up my new collar from the bed and buckled it firmly around my neck. I felt him clip the little tag with my name on it to the collar, along with the leash. He turned away from the bed and tugged on the leash. “Let’s go for a walk.” I followed behind him, staring at the ground fixedly, embarrassed. He frowned at me. “Bad girl! Remember what I said- if you aren’t acting convincingly like a pet, I’ll punish you. Maybe for your punishment I’ll take you for a walk outside?” he suggested, gesturing toward the front door. I flinched and scurried towards him, rubbing my face against his pant leg. He smiled. “Much better. Remember going for a walk outside if you feel the need for particular motivation. I’m sure the neighbours would be very interested in what we’re up to, and I’m sure the road would be very uncomfortable for your poor little knees.” I whimpered and starting rubbing my face against him even more frantically. “Very cute a little cat,” he said, “now go fetch me the camera. Remember though, you’re being a pet, and you’re supposed to be enthusiastic.” I crawled quickly toward his satchel, my breasts bouncing with the motion. I leaned forward and pulled at the velcro fastening with my teeth, not even thinking about using my hands. After some moments of frantic struggle I opened the bag and pushed my face inside, searching for the camera strap. I found it, and closing my lips around it, turned back to him and crawled toward him. I knelt up on my heels and offered him the camera and he laughed as he took it from me. “Perfect, now stay just like that.” I glanced up at him as he pointed the camera at me and took a photo. “Adorable. Now, would you like some dinner pet?”
Training Day
Posted on April 12, 2013 by AUDREY3 Comments
I’d told him I wanted to be his slave for a week. I was worried about a lot of things; if a week was too long, if I’d get upset and insecure, how he’d react if I did. Nevertheless I still wanted it. I wanted to be controlled and he wanted to control me, all we had to do was figure out how to work it with minimal (unintentional) tears. Rather unoriginally my emergency exit was a safeword- ‘Valerian’. I knew that it was important that I not abuse my safeword, that I couldn’t just use it if I didn’t feel like doing something. The game was about pushing boundaries, and that was inevitably going to get uncomfortable at times. I had another word for those times- ‘Poppy’. Poppy was a ‘heads up’ for him when I started to feel a little -too- uncomfortable- it was a request to slow down and take things carefully. They were the red and orange traffic lights of our sex life- green was pretty much any other word or noise you could imagine.
My instructions were detailed, which suited us both- he liked to tell me what to do, and being micro-managed really turned me on. I was to be ready for him at all times. ’Ready’ had a few different meanings; physically I had to be groomed- I must shave every morning and again before seeing him if I got the chance. I must be moisturised and sweet smelling; I was to rub baby oil into my pussy before I saw him. This wasn’t just for his benefit- he knew this turned me on for some inexplicable reason.
I was to be well dressed- my lingerie must match; I should be wearing a skirt if practical. If I was wearing a skirt, there needed to be stockings and garters. If I was wearing stockings and garters I must put my panties on last, so they could be taken off without removing the garters. That is, if he hadn’t required that I not wear any. He could and would dictate which lingerie & outfits I should wear as he pleased, otherwise I was to aim to please him. He would request my hair up or down, and whether he wanted me in heels or flat shoes.
Ready also meant that I had to keep a selection of wearable sex toys with me at all times, to be worn at his will- this included nipple clamps (to be worn under a bra), clit clamp with bell, ben-wa balls, and a butt plug. If he texted me telling me to put any of these items on (or in) I had to do it as soon as I received the text, and send a photo for proof- if I didn’t he was entitled to punish me.
He could punish me whenever he pleased, for whatever reason- if I was slow to respond to an order, if I seemed reluctant or lazy about pleasing him. The only time punishment wasn’t an option was if I used my safeword, even if he felt I was abusing the privilege.
Above all, being ‘ready’ for him meant that I should consider myself available to him for sex at any moment- when I first woke up, as soon as I walked in the door from work, or when I was in the shower. I wasn’t to refuse him out of hand; if he pleased he would fuck me without foreplay, lubing me up and coming in me, then going back to what he’d been doing. If that happened I could beg for my own pleasure, but he was entitled to refuse me, at which point I could either acquiesce, or beg harder. If he was annoyed at me for continuing to beg, he could punish me. You get the point; here’s how it went.
Day One
The first day started early. At 6 am I woke to the feel of my legs being spread and fingers lubricating my pussy. He slid his cock into me without speaking and smiled at me as I grabbed at his shoulders in surprise.
“Good morning baby.” His cock pushed its way into me with some difficulty- un-ready, I was tight and he had to stretch my pussy to accommodate him. I was still half asleep but waking up rapidly. His fingers brushed my nipple, and he pinched it gently, rolling it between his fingers and gripping my hip with his other hand. He moved and pushed one of my legs up higher into the air- he knew I liked the feeling of being spread wide, though I had a feeling that this particular incident wasn’t particularly about what I liked. Not directly anyway. I liked submitting to him, feeling like his object. He fucked me pretty thoroughly for a while, sliding in and out and spreading my thighs even further. “You’re such a good little girl,” he told me, and then he pulled out, moving up my body. “I want you to lick me clean before I go back to fucking you. I know you don’t like the taste of lube but I know you love tasting your own juices on me- I want you to know you’re a dirty little slut who gets turned on by being treated like one- I want you to taste the evidence.” I leaned forward and started to suck his cock into my mouth. “No, don’t suck, lick. Like a lollipop. I want to see it on your tongue.” I licked around the head of his cock, tasting the vaguely orange flavour of the lubricant and the tang of my pussy on him. Sometimes strings of my juices and my saliva connected my lips to his cock as I pulled back briefly. When his cock was clean he rolled me over and pulled my ass into the air before shoving his cock back into me. “Tilt your ass up higher baby. That’s it, let me push all the way into you. Hmm, I like the way you look like this.” I felt him pull out again and glanced back at him. “No, stay like that.” He pushed down on the small of my back so my ass tilted higher into the air, and I had to press my face into the bed to keep my balance. I felt him spreading me, pulling my pussy lips apart. “Stay still pet. Don’t move from that spot.” I heard him leave the room. Some time passed, and I could hear him moving around the house, the click of his lighter as he lit a cigarette. I felt the air cool on my exposed pussy, my breath hot between my face and the sheets. I heard him open the fridge, drink something from the bottle- it seemed like my senses were heightened from being made to wait. I heard him sit down on the couch just outside the bedroom door- he thumbed through one of my copies of National Geographic. Finally he came back into the bedroom and touched my pussy gently. “You’re wet baby. Did you like waiting here like my patient little girl?” I wasn’t sure. Apparently I thought too long before I answered and he smacked my butt hard, the force pushing my face forward into the pillow. “Answer, slut.”
“I don’t know, Sir. I was embarrassed, and annoyed that you stopped fucking me, but I liked that you treated me like a toy, a thing to be played with when you please, and ignored when you please,” I blurted.
“Good, that was the idea.” Unceremoniously he pushed his cock back into me, pulling my hips back onto him and pounding me hard.
“May I play with my clit please Sir?” I asked, feeling it throb.
“No,” he said, pushing my head back into the bed. I felt him sliding in and out, mercilessly, his hands squeezing my flesh. He fucked me harder and harder as he got closer to coming, until my face was being driven into the bed and he had to pull my hips back onto him to prevent me from falling. I felt it as his cock got just that little bit harder before he came, shuddering and pressing his cock painfully, deeply into my cunt. He leaned on me briefly, recovering, before he pulled out. I rolled onto my back on the bed and looked up at him and he smiled and leaned down to kiss me. “Good girl. Did you like that?” His voice was no longer in ‘Master mode’ and I knew it was a serious question.
“Yeah, I think so. Yes.”
“That’s good.” With two fingers he scooped up some of the come that had started to ooze out of me and wiped it over my lips. I started to lick it off. “Wait.” He sat there for a few moments, looking at me, admiring the sight of my glazed lips I suppose. “Ok, lick it off now.” I frowned slightly and did as instructed. “I know you don’t like the taste of it cold,” he grinned wickedly. “That’s the point.”
I was at work when I heard my phone vibrate on my desk.
“Excuse yourself from whatever you’re doing and go to the bathroom. Take the nipple clamps but not your bag.” I fetched the clamps out of my bag and tried to close my fist around them to hide them from my coworkers- they were almost too big but I managed it. I headed to the bathroom and sat down inside the stall.
“I’m here, what do you want me to do?”
“Are you wearing the lingerie I ordered you to?” The set was black and pale bronze, and the bra cups pushed my breasts high.
“Yes Sir.”
“Take your shirt and bra off and put the clamps on your nipples. Tight, but not so tight you’ll have to take them off soon- I want you to wear them until you come home.” I trembled at the thought, but followed his instructions. I felt strange being topless in the work bathrooms.
“Put your bra and shirt back on and take off your panties.” I took my panties off and held them awkwardly in my hands. “Okay, now go back to work.” I frowned.
“Where should I put my panties? I can’t carry them back into work, people will see!”
“Are you wet? Put them inside you. Later I can gag you with them and you’ll be able to smell and taste how much of a horny little slut you are.” I shuddered and slid my fingers between my pussy lips. I considered how best to do it, but eventually gave up and started pushing my panties into my pussy rather haphazardly. It felt strange to feel their softness balling up inside me. I felt humiliated and incredibly turned on as I finished pushing them inside me and pinched my pussy lips shut after them. “How does it feel?” He asked.
“Good baby. I feel slutty.”
“You are slutty. But also well behaved. Now go back to work.”
I arrived home and as soon as I opened the door he pulled me inside and pushed me against the wall. He kissed me and his hands slid up my thigh, stroking across my pussy, probing inside me. He was feeling for the panties and I shivered, dreading what was coming next. Satisfied that I’d kept the panties in place he tugged them out a little bit so their wetness brushed my thighs. This seemed to amuse him. Finally he turned his attention to my shirt. He unbuttoned and discarded it before pulling the cups of my bra down to inspect my breasts. He frowned.
“Where are the clamps?” He asked, his tone cool.
“I’m sorry Sir, they just hurt too much, I couldn’t concentrate at work and I had to take them off.” I handed the clamps, connected by their little chain, to him.
“That’s very bad. Why would you disobey me? I told you not to put them on so hard that you couldn’t keep them there. What do you think will happen now?” I pouted slightly.
“You’re going to punish me.”
“Yes, and you’re not going to like it. I know you like a light spanking, but this isn’t going to be light. It’s going to be bad and you may even get upset. But you’re going to take it for me, because I know you’re my good little girl. To make it easier you can even choose the number.”
“The number?” I asked, my mind briefly blank.
“Of strokes. With whatever implement I choose. But don’t choose too low or I’ll pick a very high number instead.” I considered.
“Thirty?” I offered, squinting up at him hopefully from under my eyelashes.
“”Good sweetheart, I think you begin to understand. That’s for later. For now, I want to outline some more rules for you. When you’re at home, nudity will be your natural state.” As he spoke he started undressing me- unzipping my skirt and pulling it off me, unclipping my bra and garters and rolling my stockings down my legs. “I may choose to dress you up sometimes, but otherwise you’re to be nude. Mostly I want you to be on all fours. You’ll have to moisturize your knees and hands more so they won’t get dry because of this- I wouldn’t like that. If you’re doing something like cooking or fetching me something you can stand up- I wouldn’t want you to break anything.” I immediately knelt in front of him and looked up at him expectantly. “Good. Now crawl onto the couch and present your ass to me.” I crawled across the floor and up onto the couch. “Good girl.” I felt his hands stroking my ass. He toyed with my asshole briefly but quickly moved onto pulling the panties out of my pussy. I could tell from the sound that they were saturated. “Turn around and open your mouth.” I dropped my jaw for him. I felt him pushing the panties into my mouth, a peculiar mix of softness and salty wetness. My juices tasted and smelled very strong. He smiled down at me. “Ah, gorgeous. You’ll keep them in there until I take them out. If you don’t it’ll mean more punishment. For now, go into the bedroom and kneel on the floor.”
I crawled off the couch, my panties filling my head with the scent of my wet pussy, the juices from them smeared around my chin. I knelt in his room and looked out at him sitting on the couch. “Not like that. How do you think I would like you to kneel?” I knew I wasn’t meant to answer verbally. I straightened my back, thrusting my breasts out toward him. I clasped my wrists behind my back. He made a gesture and I flushed, before spreading my thighs as wide as they would go. “Ah, perfect. Now I want you to make yourself come, while I watch. And then I’m going to beat you.” I gasped but my left hand snaked down toward my clit obediently, eagerly. I stroked it for him, feeling dirty, feeling myself slip into the mindspace of being his toy, an object for his pleasure. My interior monologue, like it usually did while we were fucking, centred around how I was his toy, his slut, to do with as he pleased, whenever he pleased. He came to me and tilted my chin up, unzipping his pants. He pulled the wet panties out of my mouth and threw them away, before he pressed his cock against my lips. My hand flew up to help but he pushed it back down. “No, keep playing with your pussy. I’m going to fuck your mouth, you’re not giving me head.” I returned to my task while he started to brutalize my mouth. My fingers worked on my pussy while his cock slid in and out, bruising my lips when I didn’t manage to press them against him enough, nudging the back of my throat. I looked up at him; because he was tall he could tilt my chin up and press his cock further into my throat- I’d been learning to deep-throat but I wasn’t an expert yet. Seeming to read my mind he spoke down at me. “By the end of the week you’ll be able to do this effortlessly, you’re going to suck my cock so much.” I shuddered and the thought of being used so thoroughly tipped me over the edge and I felt myself coming, my pussy convulsing, my hips bucking wildly. I found it difficult to stay still while he fucked my mouth and his fingers gripped my chin harder. His other hand twined in my hair and steadied my head. He pumped relentlessly into my mouth, sometimes my throat and I felt tears come to my eyes as I choked.
“Now that you’re done put your hands behind your back. You’re not active in this, your mouth is just an orifice for me to fuck.” He plundered my mouth and I felt his body tense. He pulled out slightly so he came over my lips and into my mouth at the same time, his semen spilling out down my chin while I swallowed what I could. He rubbed his cock in the come remaining on my chin and smeared it over my cheeks and the rest of my face and then he wiped it clean on my hair. I felt sticky and slightly uncomfortable and my lips tingled from all the blood that had rushed to them while he fucked my mouth. He tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up before pushing me back towards the bed. “Get on.” He said, and I hastened to obey. “How would you like to be spanked?” He asked and I looked slightly confused. He smiled. “In what position?” I flushed again; it embarrassed me to be made to ask.
“Over your knee.” He arched an eyebrow at me and waited. “Please. Over your knee, please, Sir.” He smiled. “Much better. Come here.” I crawled to him and he pulled me over his knee so my ass was in the air. “Your mouth is perfect to fuck but you were disobedient today. I wanted those clamps on til you got home and you didn’t do it. I’m going to hit you now and it’s going to hurt. It’s supposed to. I want you to have bruises on your ass to look at tommorrow so you’ll remember not to disobey me.” I bit my lip, then thought better of it and made sure there was no vulnerable flesh between my teeth before the blows came. He stroked my ass, pinching it, his thumb rubbing my asshole briefly. “Your ass is going to be so red. I think you might cry, too. I want you to count though. Every blow. If you can’t say it, or lose count, I’m going to start again until you get it right. Of course, if I feel like it, once we reach thirty I’ll just keep going anyway.” With that he didn’t waste any more time and I felt his hand hit my ass, hard. I immediately tried to scramble away- he’d never spanked me that hard before. “Stay still, slut, or you’ll earn more punishment.” I exhaled sharply in fear and frustration, but didn’t have time to finish exhaling before another spank landed. “Also, you forgot to count.”
“One,” I murmured. He spanked me again. “Two.” His hand began to rain down faster and harder, hitting the sweet spot where my ass cheeks joined my thighs. I pictured my ass being pushed away by the impact of his hand and then bouncing back to meet the next stroke. I continued counting, my face starting to feel uncomfortably flushed. I started to whimper in between numbers and squealed at the blows. I squirmed and tried to crawl away but he only pulled me back into place and spanked me harder. My breathing quickened as my mind started to respond to this pain the only way it knew how- with tears, but I knew this was part of the game. My tears mingled with the semen already on my cheeks, and I felt dirty, degraded. It turned me on so much. I lost count, and he insisted I begin again from one; I started to cry in earnest. After some time I was gasping out the final numbers. “Twenty eight!” I squealed, writhing on his lap. “Twenty nine!” I knew my face was red from crying and my ass throbbed and stung like it never had before. He brought the last blow down and it felt like the hardest, thrusting me forward almost out of his lap. “Thirty.” I said with relief, shuddering helplessly. He gathered me up into his lap and kissed my temple, and then tilted my head up to kiss me properly.
“You’re such a good girl, you know. Such a good girl to take your punishment so well. You’re so pretty when you cry from being spanked- it makes me want you even more. I love you, and I’m going to fuck you now, because you turn me on so much.” He leaned me back against the bedhead and sat back, but then thought better of it. “Come here and kiss me.” I rushed over and fell on him, my face still damp with tears and his come, my lips meeting his. We kissed for a while and he rolled over so I was under him, sliding his cock into my pussy, my ass smarting where it rubbed on the bed. He pulled my hand down to my clit wordlessly and began to rock back and forth inside me, watching me, leaning down to kiss me and press me against him. “Come for me baby, I want you to come while I’m inside you. I’m going to make you all sticky with come again after you’ve come for me.” We fucked, for what felt like forever, his cock moving inside me and my pussy clutching around him, my hands gripping his back and ass. When I came he squeezed me hard and started to come with me, and we gripped each other until it stopped. He stroked my cheek and told me I was a good girl. He pulled out and sleepily pulled me against him. I lay there, feeling his body relax in sleep. I was covered in his come I felt it inside me, on my face, my chin. I could feel it cooling on my thighs, and in my hair. I could tell by the fact that he hadn’t cleaned up before sleeping that he wanted it there, so obediently I left it. I felt used, and loved, simultaneously. It was a good mix.
Day Two
The next day I woke to the feel of his come spilling onto my face. I opened my eyes, shocked, and saw him kneeling over me. He smiled at me and reached down to smear come from my chin onto my lips and into my mouth. My brow furrowed but I licked at his thumb obediently. He caught my expression and his face darkened, but he said nothing. While I was licking his thumb clean he reached over to the bedside table with his free hand and produced the digital camera. He snapped a photo of me licking up his come and grinned.
“Today I’m going to take pictures of you.” I scowled at him, and he reached down and tweaked my nipple, hard. “None of that attitude, come here.”
He pulled me onto his lap rather unceremoniously, upending me over his knee. He gave me a little spank and I squirmed unhappily, still waking up. “You know you agreed to be my slave this week which means doing what I want, and no attitude about it. You know I’m going to punish you for that. You should be appropriately enthusiastic that I’m going to take pictures of you being my little slut.” He picked up the camera again and took a picture of his hand squeezing my ass. I jerked violently as his second spank landed, but I’d learned better than to try and scramble away.
“One.” I counted the first spank without prompting.
“Good girl!” He exclaimed and I knew he was smiling. Before I had the chance to respond his hand slapped down.
“Two. Three.” I grunted as he started to spank me harder. I felt him kneading my ass and pinching the reddening flesh between spanks. He dropped the camera on the bed and knotted his right hand in my hair, twisting and pulling my head back slightly.
“How many strokes do you think you earned with your little face this morning?” His fingers toyed with the welts coming up on my ass while he waited for me to answer. I tried to weigh up how my scowling might compare to taking my nipple clamps off yesterday.
“Ten?” I hazarded. He laughed harshly and slapped my ass hard.
“Don’t be ridiculous. We’ll start with thirty again and see what I feel like after that. The spanks seemed to rain down- he made me start from one again, and I’m certain he was hitting the spots that were starting to welt, or worse, that had bruising from yesterday. I shuddered across his lap as he hit me, squealing and trying to squeeze out my count. It seemed to go easier than yesterday; either I was getting used to the idea of being punished already or he was going easy on me. He paused after number nineteen and squeezed my ass while he took some pictures. “Your little red ass is gorgeous sweetheart. I think I might start spanking you whenever I want just so I can see it like this more often.” I whimpered. He continued spanking me, his hand impacting again and again, until my squeals faded into groans and I went limp on his lap. After thirty, I felt him stop, and I could tell he was admiring his handiwork.
“Now that we’ve finished with that, I want you to reach back and pull your asscheeks apart. I want to take a picture of your gorgeous red ass while I play with your pretty little asshole.” I flushed and started shaking my head. He spanked me hard. “Don’t disobey me or you’ll earn more spanks.” I frowned slightly, reaching back to pull my ass cheeks apart as he’d ordered me. “Good girl.” I felt him stroke my ass. He snapped a few more pictures before his finger slid toward my asshole. He probed it gently, teasing the outside. I whimpered and bit my lip- I loved the feel of him playing with my ass. He picked up the lube from the bedside table and dripped it liberally onto my ass, nudging my thighs apart so he could make my pussy slick as well. He took photos while he rubbed the slippery silicone lube into my pussy and my asshole and showed me the viewfinder on the camera. “Look how lovely your pussy looks all glistening and shiny with lube. Very fuckable.” I flushed again and he went back to his work on my asshole. He pushed gently at it with his thumb and I exhaled sharply as he started to slide it inside. “That’s a girl. Open up sweetheart, let daddy stretch out your asshole.” I tried to relax for him, feeling his thumb sliding deeper in- he moved it around trying to loosen me up. “Good girl. You need to learn to relax your little asshole for me or the next few days are going to be very unpleasant. I don’t get to fuck your ass enough usually, and believe me this week that is going to change.” His thumb slid out to be replaced with two fingers nudging my asshole. “That’s it, even wider now.” His fingers slid further in, and he started separating them, pulling my asshole open. “Good girl, good girl. Relax for me,” he purred down at me while I writhed on his lap. “That’s a girl.” His free hand stroked my ass cheek and then I felt him reach down to reclaim the camera. I heard it click a few times as he snapped photos of his fingers in my ass. “Look back at me so I can get some photos with your pretty little face and your slutty ass together.” I flushed again as I craned my head around, humiliated and aroused. “Ah lovely. Blushing is very cute.” He pointed the camera at me and scissored his fingers widely inside me. My eyes flew open and I let out a low moan, hearing the camera click. He showed me the display again. “Look at you, dirty little whore. If anyone saw this picture they’d know how much you love being treated like a little slut.” I squeezed my eyes shut, my cheeks flaming.
He slid his fingers out and I heard him rummaging around in the bedside drawer. I started to look around to see what he was looking for but he pushed my into the bed. “No, stay.” I whimpered and pressed my head into the sheets obediently. When he stopped searching through the drawer I felt something cold and hard pressing into my asshole. “Keep pulling your ass cheeks apart slut.” I strained to please him and he slid the plug in further. “That’s a girl, relax again for me. I know it’s a bigger one than you’re used to but I know you’re very eager to show you’re a good little girl for me so I’ll know you’ll keep it in. I want your ass to be ready for me to fuck it whenever I like, and this will help. Sometimes when I don’t have you otherwise occupied you might consider fucking yourself with it just to make sure you don’t tighten up too much. When I fuck your ass I might not feel like giving you much foreplay, so you’ll want to be as ready as possible. I’m going to want to fuck your ass very hard sometimes.” Suddenly he pulled the plug back out again until the tip was only just touching me. “Now I want you to show me how much you want something in your ass. I want you to put the plug in yourself, by wriggling back onto it. Show me what an eager little slut you are.” I shuddered and wriggled my ass into the air, attempting to obey, feeling the plug slide an inch into my ass. I struggled to lift my ass even higher and felt the plug pushing in further. “Ah, you’re such an eager little slut aren’t you? I love how desperate you are to have this up your ass.” He pushed me back down so the plug slid out of my ass and laughed. “Try again pet, I like to watch you do it.” I whimpered and wriggled my ass back up to where it was. He pulled the plug further away so I was forced to push my ass higher into the air to reach it. His other hand slipped ’round to slide up my pussy as the plug touched my asshole. I forced myself back onto it while his fingers slipped inside my cunt. The plug spread my asshole, bigger than the plugs he’d used on me before. I squirmed backward, frowning, and let out a sigh as it slid into place. His fingers slipped out of my pussy immediately and he slid me off his lap and looked at me.
“Lean back against those pillows and spread your legs sweetheart. No, wider than that. As wide as you can.” He pulled my ankles even further apart, until I felt incredibly exposed. He picked up the camera and looked at me. “Tilt your ass toward me, show me that plug.” He leaned toward me taking photos, tweaking my nipple idly with his spare hand. “That’s a girl. Now, use your fingers to spread your pussy lips for me. Do it properly- if you don’t I might have to use the speculum. Of course, I might use the speculum anyway. Good.” He crouched in front of me, taking pictures and toying with my pussy. “Do you like it when I take your picture like this baby? Plugged and spanked and horny? I know you’re horny now even though it’s early, because I know you love being treated like my slave, and I can see your little pussy getting wet. I’m going to take pictures of that too so you can’t forget how much you like this.” He leaned in close and pushed my hands out of the way, pulling my pussy lips apart with his fingers and snapping more pictures. He slid his fingers inside and kept taking pictures. “Now throw your hips back and forward. Fuck my fingers. That’s a girl. Show me how much you want me to fuck you.” He held his fingers still and I rocked back and forward, fucking myself on his fingers, looking up at him, seeking his approval. He dropped the camera and grabbed my hip, pulling and pushing it harder in time with my rocking. “That’s better, like you mean it. Remember if you don’t convince me you want it I’m not going to want to give it to you- maybe I’ll just use you entirely for my own pleasure for the rest of the week.” I fucked his fingers vigorously, panting and squirming. My ass started to ache from the awkward motion and I collapsed onto the bed. He smiled and pulled his fingers out, reaching up to smear my juices across my lips before he kissed me. “Good girl, you tried so hard. Do you like being my dirty little girl?”
“Yes Sir.” I looked up at him, my bottom lip swollen where I’d been chewing on it. He smiled, took another picture and slapped my thigh.
“Go on, go shower. I’ve got plans for you.”
He picked up a black lace garter belt and held it across my hips.
“Do you like it, pet?” I ran my fingers across the delicate lace, smiling. “Yes Sir, it’s lovely.” After my shower the day had taken rather a unchallenging turn- we were lingerie shopping, and except for the persistent feeling of the plug pressing into my ass, I was wholly comfortable. He picked up the bra and panties that went with the garter belt and added them to the large collection he was carrying. “I think that should do us,” he said, giving my ass a quick pinch. I winced and we headed to the changerooms. Once he’d shut us in a cubicle he sat down. “This one first I think.” I started to undress. “Stop. Put your shirt and skirt back on.” I frowned, confused. “Good. Now take them off more slowly. Remember I’m watching you and I want you to try and turn me on. Trust me, you’ll be glad of the practice later.” I unbuttoned my shirt slowly, glancing up at him from under my lashes. “Much better.” I finished unbuttoning my shirt slowly, and slid it off my shoulders. I undid the belt on my skirt and turned away from him so he could see my ass, bending as I lowered the skirt slowly to the floor. He reached out to stroke my ass briefly and toy with the plug but as I started to lean into the caress he took his hand away. “Continue.” I stood in my lingerie and stocking feet, and turned back to face him. I reached back to unclip my bra and let it fall forward onto my shoulders, before slowly sliding it down my arms. My nipples hardened in the cool air of the changeroom as I bent to undo my garter straps. I rested my leg on the other chair in the changeroom and rolled my stocking slowly down my leg before swapping to do the same on the other. I straightened and unclipped my garter belt, letting it fall to the floor. My hand toyed idly with the mound of my bare pussy- he’d ordered me to go sans panties today. He handed the sheer bra to me, and I put it on, following with the delicate panties. He turned me around to clip the garter belt on himself. “Bend over and put your stockings back on.”
“Why did you have me take them off if I was just going to have to put them back on again?” I asked, annoyed. He slapped my ass, hard, and I blushed, looking around and hoping no one heard. “Because I wanted to, slut. Now do it.” I bent down and rolled my stockings back up my legs and clipped them to the garter belt- he helped with the back stays. I turned around and looked at him.
“It’s quite pretty, I like it. I think this one’s a yes.” I reached out to the other sets hanging on the hook.
“Leave those, they’re just for show. I needed us to have a reason to be in here for longer than five minutes.” His mouth quirked in a smile and pulled the camera out of his satchel. “Now, if you want these panties, you’re going to have to earn them. And if you want the garter, and the bra, you’ll have to earn those too. Only good little sluts get presents.” He snapped a few brief photos of me before standing up and pushing me down to my knees. He started unzipping his pants and then seemed to think better of it, doing them back up. His fingers tilted my chin up. “Look up at me. That’s it, show me how embarrassed you are to be kneeling in a changeroom about to suck my cock where anyone could hear. There are probably security cameras too, maybe someone will see us?” he suggested. He twined his fingers in my hair and roughly pressed my face against his hardening cock, rubbing my cheek roughly across the denim. “That’s it, show me how much you want it. Can you feel how hard I am for you baby? What do you think I’m going to do to you in this changeroom where anyone could hear? Does it scare you?” He jerked my face away and released my hair. “Undo my pants. Only use your hands if you have to.” I glanced up at him hesitantly but applied my lips to the top button of his jeans. It was difficult- the metal button hurt my teeth and I had to grip his legs to stop from falling over as I tried to pull the fabric over the button. Eventually I succeeded and grasped the zipper delicately between my front teeth. I slid it down; it was easier than the button, and when I was done I pressed my cheek against the warmth of the bulge in his underwear and looked up at him. He smiled down at me and stroked my temple. “Good girl.” He slid his underwear and jeans down over his hips and grabbed my hair again, before rubbing his cock across my cheeks and face roughly. He kept doing it, his shaft stroking across my brow, rubbing around my jawline, and I kept trying to catch it with my lips. He pulled away, chuckling and I leaned towards him, trying harder. His hands in my hair pulled me away, teasingly. “Beg me.” I whimpered softly- I hated begging, and I was scared that someone would hear. He slapped me, softly, but with enough force to sting. “Do it. And remember if you’re not convincing enough, I’ll punish you while we’re in here- that might be a bit embarrassing for you.” I stared up at him imploringly.
“Please Sir, please may I suck your cock? Please Sir, let me please you, I want your cock in my mouth so badly. I want to feel you shove it down my throat. I want to gag and drool while you fuck my mouth. Please.” I was rubbing my face against his shaft as I spoke and he loosened his grip on my hair.
“Gorgeous, I really believe you, well done. Okay, you get your wish.” He pressed his cock against my closed lips. “I want you to make it good though. This isn’t like yesterday, I want you to use every ounce of your skill to please me. Don’t try and rush it, I want to enjoy this.” I shuddered, nervous and humiliated, but nodded obediently and reached up, grasping his shaft in my left hand. I pressed my lips ever so gently against his head, exhaling hotly, teasing him with my breath. I pulled back and licked across the glans, my tongue sliding around to flick over the bottom of his cock, delicately, pressing my lips against him and sucking gently without pulling the head into my mouth. His grip tightened in my hair again and he let out a low moan. I flinched- as I worked I was straining to hear if anybody came into the changerooms. After I finished teasing him, I sucked the head rapidly between my lips. I worked on generating enough saliva to do the job and began to bob up and down just on the head, pressing it between my lips and sliding my tongue out along the bottom of his shaft. I slid my mouth further down over him, reaching up to cup his balls in my hand, my other hand gripping his thigh for balance. I pushed toward him until the head of his cock was nudging the back of my throat; I pressed harder, relaxing my throat and trying to take him in. I felt the shudder run through his whole body as his cock pressed through the barrier presented by my throat. I held him in my throat as long as I could before I had to pull back, shuddering and struggling to breathe. My eyes started to water as they always did, before I slid him back in and repeated the process. I pulled back again and bobbed up and down on him without deep throating, reaching up to squeeze his shaft and jerk him off where my mouth left off. He started to control my movements with his hands twisted in my hair, pushing me down harder onto his cock, forcing it into my throat. I coughed and choked as he pulled me back. I glanced at the door, embarrassed and his hands squeezed my head, hard. “Focus slut.” He pushed my mouth roughly back down onto his cock and I sucked and licked at him eagerly. He became increasingly rough with me as he came closer to coming, and I dropped both hands to grip his thighs while he fucked my face. Abruptly he slid his cock out of my throat and starting jerking off in front of my face. “Hold your hair up for me.” I let go of his thighs and lifted my hair in both hands. “Higher, so it’s almost on top of your head.” Confused, I followed his instructions. He leaned over me and started jerking off toward my hair, the saliva dangling from his cock trailing across my face and sticking in my eyelashes. I shuddered as I realized what he was going to do and squirmed in humilation and arousal underneath him. He leaned one hand on the wall behind me while he jerked off, his hand sliding slickly over his shaft. I felt the first spurts of come in my hair as he let out a low groan. His semen dripped through my hair and down onto my ears, and then he pulled back and directed what was left onto my face. I screwed my eyes shut as I felt the warm weight of it on my skin. I heard him pulling his pants back up. I opened my eyes experimentally, and discovering that I wasn’t in immediate danger of being blinded by his come, looked up at him. I knew what a sight I must make, holding my semen decorated hair up, the rest dripping down my face. “Did you enjoy that, pet?”
“Yes Sir.” There was no other acceptable answer, even though I wasn’t sure if arousal or embarrassment was winning.
“Use your hand to wipe off the come on your face, and lick it off your hand.”
“What about my hair?” I asked.
“Leave it.” I whimpered slightly but did as ordered, wiping the back of my hand across my cheeks and forehead, collecting his come. He watched me lick it off my hands, pleased. “Ok, stand up.” He leaned forward and snapped the tags off the lingerie I was wearing and I flinched away from him.
“What are you doing?” I demanded. He collected the tags together and tucked them into his pocket.
“Just get dressed, you can wear the lingerie now. You’ll be needing it before we get home. I’ll be at the counter.” He left the changeroom while I pocketed the lingerie I had been wearing and got dressed. I headed toward the counter and found him chatting to the middle-aged store clerk. He handed her the tags. “We’ll just take the set she’s wearing.” The woman arched an eyebrow at me but said nothing as she scanned the tags.
“Have a nice day,” she said, slightly puzzled as she watched us leave the store.
As soon as we shut the door after arriving home he stripped my clothes off and pushed me to my knees. He gripped my head and rubbed my face against his crotch before gesturing to the bedroom.
“Get onto the bed on all fours and close your eyes.” I crawled up onto the bed and lowered my head, screwing my eyes shut- I always found it difficult to keep them closed. I heard him moving around the room, rummaging through drawers before he came back to me and his hand slid across my ass. “Good girl.” His thumb toyed with the plug. “Push it out.” I shuddered in dismay, but squirmed and strained, attempting to follow orders. I felt my little asshole give as the plug slid out into his hand. It was immediately replaced by his probing fingers exploring me eagerly. “Ah, lovely, already you’re more relaxed for me. I’ll be able to fuck you like a porn star later.” He pulled his fingers out and lubed up my asshole some more. “Now, I’ve got a little surprise for you now. I felt the plug pushing into my ass again but it felt different. I couldn’t work it out, and I was dying to open my eyes and see what he was doing. I felt something soft and furry brush my thighs. “Ah, gorgeous.” I felt him turning me so my ass was pointed toward the mirror. “Open your eyes, have a look pet.” I turned my head and stared over my shoulder. Dangling from the plug in my ass was a long red fox tail. I blushed and my mouth quirked in a smile- I’d pointed this plug out to him earlier and said how much I liked it. Obviously he’d been listening.
“Good, I see you like it. Don’t speak though. For the rest of the day you’re really going to be my pet, and pets don’t speak. You’re going to think and behave exactly like a pet would- if you want something you’ll have to find other ways of showing me, and if I stroke you or treat you well you have to respond appropriately- that means with enthusiasm. Remember if you don’t act convincingly enough I will punish you. And it won’t be punishment you will enjoy,” he finished ominously. He picked up my new collar from the bed and buckled it firmly around my neck. I felt him clip the little tag with my name on it to the collar, along with the leash. He turned away from the bed and tugged on the leash. “Let’s go for a walk.” I followed behind him, staring at the ground fixedly, embarrassed. He frowned at me. “Bad girl! Remember what I said- if you aren’t acting convincingly like a pet, I’ll punish you. Maybe for your punishment I’ll take you for a walk outside?” he suggested, gesturing toward the front door. I flinched and scurried towards him, rubbing my face against his pant leg. He smiled. “Much better. Remember going for a walk outside if you feel the need for particular motivation. I’m sure the neighbours would be very interested in what we’re up to, and I’m sure the road would be very uncomfortable for your poor little knees.” I whimpered and starting rubbing my face against him even more frantically. “Very cute a little cat,” he said, “now go fetch me the camera. Remember though, you’re being a pet, and you’re supposed to be enthusiastic.” I crawled quickly toward his satchel, my breasts bouncing with the motion. I leaned forward and pulled at the velcro fastening with my teeth, not even thinking about using my hands. After some moments of frantic struggle I opened the bag and pushed my face inside, searching for the camera strap. I found it, and closing my lips around it, turned back to him and crawled toward him. I knelt up on my heels and offered him the camera and he laughed as he took it from me. “Perfect, now stay just like that.” I glanced up at him as he pointed the camera at me and took a photo. “Adorable. Now, would you like some dinner pet?”
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