Learning to Kneel (part two, erotic fiction)

Part one here

Dear readers of my erotica, apologies for the delay in the continuation of this story. I have been busy and unable to complete this part until now.

Please note that this post contains Dominant and submissive themes that may be offensive to some readers and pleasurable for others. This piece is possibly unsafe for work…

Now, to the story…

We met several times after our discovery of one another. There were several coffees in as many different cafes and a meeting at a bar. In between we emailed and messaged to discuss who were and what we wanted. Then he invited me to dinner. He came to my house to collect me.

As I paced somewhat nervously I heard his voice downstairs politely introducing himself to my landlady. When I greeted him at my door he carried a bag and a blue rose. This was an attention to detail, he knew that these roses were very special to me. He handed me the rose and asked if he might come in.

His gaze took in my open plan single bedroom apartment with one sweep. He placed the bag next to my coffee table, smiling as he did so.

“This is something I intend to leave here. For later.” I nodded wondering what he thought of my home. I knew it was tidy and clean although run down from age.

“You keep a good home little one.” I sighed in relaxed contentment.

“Now, will you join me for dinner?” His eyebrows rose in question and I smiled and laughed at his proffered arm. I nodded “Yes Sir, it would be a pleasure.”

It was a nice restaurant, a very nice restaurant. He ordered for us both then presented the documents we had agreed upon. I looked him deeply in the eyes before I signed. He came around beside me lifted my face to him and kissed me deeply before he also signed.

When the waiter arrived with the bottle of champagne, he took the bottle to pour our drinks himself. We were there to celebrate his asking me to be his submissive and my acceptance of him as my Dominant. I was giddy before the champagne but I knew that this was the seemingly vanilla celebration before the consummation. My giddiness stemmed from my exultance to have found one that wanted what I did. Full immersion.

Now, here I stood before him, completely naked for the first time. I was freshly showered, my hair was loose, I wore no makeup and was completely unadorned apart from my blush which deepened right to the core of me every time his eyes touched my skin.

From his position on one of my two dining chairs he smiled at me. Rising, he moved towards me and circled slowly around me. “My little one, you have accepted me as your Sir and I have accepted you as my submissive. We have signed basic contracts which we will rewrite in three months time once we have had time to get to know one another better.” He stopped in front of me eyes on mine. “You are my blank canvas with which I will create a masterpiece. I will train and adorn you as I see fit, agreed?”
“Yes Sir.” I replied.
“Good girl.” He moved to the bag he had left before our dinner. He opened the zip slowly and extracted a leather riding crop. He stepped back to the chair and moved it so that he could sit directly in front of me perhaps three feet away. As he sat I saw he held up the riding crop, sending a thrill of anticipation through me.

“Now, my little one, you will learn to kneel for me. You will kneel with knees spread shoulder width apart, seated on your feet with your palms facing up on your thighs. You will look straight ahead. You will do this gracefully. Kneel.”

I took a deep shaky breath and sank to my knees in the position he had described. I was mostly aware of how this opened my sex to him. I wondered how he felt about my nakedness. For a long time I had been regularly plucked clean of all the hair beneath my arms, legs and my sex. My sensitive skin made shaving uncomfortable and I enjoyed my visits to the waxing salon, frankly they turned me on. All that hot wax on my body…

Thwack. My backside stung.
“Where did your thoughts just go, my little one?”
“I, I…” Thwack.
“Are you here with me?”
“Yes Sir.” He now stood before me and lifted my chin to look up at him. “What was it you were thinking of?”
“Sir, I was wondering what you think of my waxing.” He looked down at my bare open mound. He traced the tip of the crop up my inner thigh to rest on my naked clitoris.
“This waxing?”
“Yes Sir.” He smiled,
“I find it quite delectable.”
“Thank you Sir.”
“Why were you concerned?”
“I, I enjoy the waxing Sir. It feels good.”
“You have a female beautician?”
“Yes Sir.”
“This is fine for now, I might think about learning this art.”

“For now, stand. We will begin again. Slower as you lower yourself, don’t just plop yourself down, place yourself, for my eyes are on you.” I stood as carefully and slowly as I could. I remembered our conversations, my eyes met his and I breathed deeply letting his Dominance enter me. With grace and strength I lowered myself to my knees as a dancer would. My hands floated to rest on my thighs my eyes straight ahead.

This time as he circled me my thoughts were focused on him. I was in my body but in this moment I was there for him alone. My pleasure was to please him. His booted foot pushed my right knee a little more to the right and a hand moved my elbow just slightly. I understood I had not found symmetry. From behind me his voice came: “Rise again little one.” I took a deep breath and rose. My core drove me upward my feet freed to elegantly find their place. I silently blessed my hours of practice alone before the mirror and my years of dance to help me achieve this easily. Yet the crop found my thighs.

“Better precious little one, but for me not you.” I blushed deeply.

“Arms behind your back palms to elbows.” I did so quickly. I heard him sigh and then he circled to stand before me and examine this pose from the front. I was so aware of my naked breasts, never as full as I would, but they were mine. I breathed deeply again, the crop came to rest beneath my left breast. He traced around this one then my right.

“These are beautiful. But you doubt it?” I bit my lip, embarrassed at being so transparent and at the discomfort of disclosure.

“Yes Sir, I feel lacking.”

“And if I tell you again that they are beautiful?” I faltered and the crop flicked across my left nipple. Heated pain seared through me followed by delicious arousal. A smile twitched at my lips.

“I would thank you Sir and express gratitude at your attention towards my sensitive breasts.” He laughed and treated my right breast to the same treatment a whimper crossed my lips.

“You are very sexy little one. We will train long and hard but not tonight, I have some other plans for the consummation of our agreement. Kneel for me once more with your hands in this position.” I took a deep breath aware of how my breasts rose toward him as I did so. Looking him right in the eyes I gently lowered myself easing my legs apart feeling proud that my naked sex pleased him and I prayed that the silken moistness I knew was covering my labia was visible to him, that he would know how much I wanted to be his.

“Little one, look how regal you are offering me your vibrant sex; so delicious, so submissive I am proud of you. Such a good girl you will be my jewel. You will wear my marks, adhere to my Dominance and shine like the graceful beauty you are. Rise now for me little one.” As I rose he flicked the crop against my clit and held it there. The sensation was so erotic I wanted to fall to my knees once again.

To be continued…

I suggest this beautiful song to express the transformation that occurs when someone chooses to explore their submission, their desire for service. The racks on our backs on which we stack our load can devour us without a Dominant to guide us. The artist, Bon Iver, is a very talented lyricist, I would say poet, as well as musician. (A note: Kumran is a reference to Qumran the site where the dead sea scrolls were discovered. For those that are unaware, this discovery in 1947 potentially challenged the canonized new testament gospels [by providing alternative gospels mostly now explained as gnostic christian beliefs which differ entirely to Christianity] and provided a rich amount of history to fill in some of the early history of Christianity… probably not the time or place to discuss right now…)

“This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization
It’s the sound of the unlocking and the lift away
Your love will be safe with me”

Learning to Kneel (part one, erotic fiction)

I would like to announce that this story has been written from an idea suggested and gifted to me by Mr. Xajow. He is a talented writer, a well-articulated, thoughtful man and Dominant. His blog contains a variety of topics, if you haven’t already please visit him at Liberate One. On a personal note I would like to sincerely thank Mr. Xajow for his ongoing support, mentorship and for being the one that initially drew my interest to wordpress and blogging.

Please note that this post contains Dominant and submissive themes that may be offensive to some readers and pleasurable for others. This piece is not particularly unsafe for work… yet…

Now, to the story…

 

The first time he asked me to kneel before him I thought it would be easy. After all, how often had a single look from him brought me to my knees? I remember the first time I felt this desire, before he began training me. Even then he probably saw my desire to submit, saw in my eyes the need to kneel. Since we had just met, it was too soon for me to openly submit to him, and yet, in a way, I did.

After all, these first times were meetings in public places. At the time we met I wasn’t anyone’s submissive. I was too shy for the clubs but I also knew that I didn’t want to just ‘scene’. I wanted to fully submit to a single Dominant. I wanted, needed to serve 24/7. I had tried lesser arrangements and the torture it stirred within me taught me that it was not my way. Nothing less than full commitment was enough to sate the need to serve that burned deep in my soul.

I met him by chance, or perhaps you might call it fate, at an art exhibition entitled ‘Fear and Beauty’. I was lost in an image, a black and white photograph, a nude of a woman in utter uninhibited submission.

She was posed as though she had been ordered to kneel knees spread shoulder width apart and ass resting on her ankles. Then however she had been asked to lean backwards so her upper body was exposed, her head resting lightly on the ground and her arms above her head. Her face was turned toward a low mirror. In the mirrors reflection her face was visible. Her eyes were filled with respect, love and awe as she looks up at her Dominant. Her only adornment is what I would describe as a day collar, a chunky metal chain of heavy links around her delicate neck.

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Everything about her pose and facial expression spoke of her absolute, unrestrained submission, the freedom she felt and the sense that her Dominant was a man of integrity because of the deep trust and reverence reflected in her eyes.

I could not look away although I knew I had been blatantly staring at the piece for nearly an hour. Instinctively, I became aware that a man was slowly approaching me. He came to stand near enough behind me that his earthy masculine cologne entered my sensory awareness yet I still couldn’t tear my eyes from the image before me.

His presence made me acutely aware of the awkward way my feet were placed, that my lips were parted and my breath was erratic. Moistening my lips I subtly closed them, adjusting my weight I placed my high-heeled feet more elegantly and let out a sigh that I hoped was not audible.

When he spoke his voice was deep and strong, I felt it vibrate through me as he asked; “what is it about her that captivates you so?” My eyes closed and hands clenched at my side. The answer pounded in my mind but fear gripped me. I felt that my answer was the key that would unlock my deepest desires leaving me unbound, naked and terrified. I couldn’t answer because he was a stranger yet I wanted so desperately to speak the truth not a shallow lie.

He stepped a little closer towards me and spoke again in a deeper more private tone. “Breathe little one, then tell me what it is that captivates you so.”

This command weakened my knees and forced my lips to form the words I both longed and dreaded to utter: “Her submission is perfect, I wish to offer such a gift to one deserving.” The silence although momentary, roared in my ears. I had opened my eyes again and sucked in my breath feeling I had exposed myself in public to a stranger.

Again his deep commanding voice entered my body, “Such a beautiful gift little one, why does it frighten you so?”

I let his words rattle within my mind, he said ‘beautiful gift’. This statement gave me strength. “I fear that what I long for most will never be.” I heard him sigh, like speech and punctuation his breath spoke to me of a similar longing followed by a pause, a semi colon of waiting. I held completely still nearly forgetting to breathe waiting for the rest of his sentence.

“Turn and look at me little one before I ask you to join me for coffee.” He was giving me the indication that it was time to choose whether I was interested in his invitation to speak with him further. I tried to calm the butterfly flurry in my stomach as I turned to meet his gaze. He was taller than I, comfortably so, older than I, comfortably so, his eyes a rich hazel holding wisdom, strength, kindness, intrigue, and distinct, unquestionable Dominance. I bit my lip as I held his gaze, “Well little one, would you care to join me?”

This was the first time I felt the overwhelming urge to kneel before him.

Words errant satiety image Gillian Charters-Barnes Fine Art America

Part two

Flustered, part II (erotic fiction)

This post contains mature erotic content based on (light) D/s themes that may offensive to some readers and highly erotic to others. Not safe for work. That said, enjoy. Part I here…

Arriving in the bedroom I was to lie down on the padded chest at the end of the bed. Sir had it made so it was high enough for him to penetrate me if he desired but it would not be an obvious piece of sex furniture. He removed my nipple clamps sucking each nipple deeply until I moaned before he turned the chest length ways, instructing me bend over the chest, face down, stretching my arms above my head. He showered me with hard spanks then kissed my burning skin. I heard him get out the cane and swish it through the air, my skin prickled in anticipation, I had only experienced the cane a very few times. “I will give you five each side. You will count.” He ran the coolness of the cane up my inner thigh and over my hot ass before raising it and bringing it down. The sting took my breath away but I remembered to count. The second one brought tears to my eyes; the third, fourth and fifth cries. He rubbed aloe vera into this ass cheek before starting on the other, I counted and whimpered then he was rubbing the aloe in and crooning to me “such a good girl, so sexy and obedient. You are going to cum for me now.” Then he was licking my pussy parting my lips and sliding his fingers inside my velvet-wet depths. He teased my sensitive clitoris but knew I was a tightly coiled ball of sexual arousal right at the peak of orgasm so he paused tortuously often.

My ass stung brutally from his punishment but the sweetness of his touches was drawing me closer and closer to a deep and engulfing orgasm. His tongue probed my tight ass drawing deeper moans of pleasure from me. His fingers slid in and out of my slick pussy in time with his tongue pressure “You like that my dirty girl?” Sir asked as he probed deeper, knowing full well the shame I feel for liking ass play. “Yes Sir, your dirty girl likes your tongue on her ass.”
“I want you to cum for me, I am going to slid my finger covered in your salty sweetness into your tight little ass hole and you are going to cum for me.” His voice had me right on the edge but I managed a breathy reply, “Yes Sir.” True to his word he withdrew his fingers from my hot pussy and slowly slid one finger into my ass. My orgasm exploded through me a wave of intense pleasure from this one small manipulation of my body. I let my voice express the depth of the orgasm; his fingers found my clit and pushed me further not allowing the orgasm to wane. My ecstatic moans increased in volume as my Sir slid another finger into my wet and willing pussy. “Now my sweet girl you will soak me with you fluids only then will I penetrate you.” I was unable to answer the sweet crescendo he was building had me beyond forming words. His fingers retreated and a sharp thwack across my blazing buttocks brought back my tongue, “Sorry Sir, I was lost in the bliss you are giving me, yes my Sir I will ejaculate at your command that you would give me penetration. Oh Sir how I want your cock inside me.” He rubbed my ass cheeks, “Better.” His fingers returned, firstly the one in my ass then in my pussy then more rubbing my swollen clit. The combination was perfect the angles just right, within moments I had flooded him with my juices and I heard him moan his pleasure. He keeps riding my ass with his finger as I hear his trousers drop then his hardness is pushing against my pussy tantalizingly poised to enter, I cannot help but beg “Please Sir please fill me with your hardness, claim this body that belongs to you.” I have spoken out of turn he growls and grabs my knotted hair pulling on it fiercely as he enters me deeply with brute force.

He is fucking me viciously two fingers now in my ass, his hand yanking my head back and his manhood gorging on my hot flesh. Suddenly I am on the verge of cumming again his fingers leave my ass and he brings his hand down on my burning cheeks again and again, he does not allow me to let go, fucking me harder and deeper my will is slipping, as if he knows abruptly he is still. He withdraws commanding me to rise and settle myself at the end of the trunk. He seats me just on the end legs spread wide, breasts out hands behind my ass cheeks to support me, feet tucked into the nook designed for this very position. He watches me as hungrily as if it were the first time he has seen me proudly spread open before him. His eyes on the moisture leaking from me onto the cushioned trunk. Watching my parted lips as I wait eager for whatever is to come next. He tweaks my nipples hard his erection twitching with the pleasure. He grabs my right breast firmly with his whole hand and slaps the nipple firmly several times then sucks viciously at it, unbidden moans pour out my of throat. Turning his attention to my left breast he repeats this procedure biting the soft flesh sharply causing me to suck in my breath.

He reaches for a large dildo and pushes it into my mouth. “I want to pound your soft flesh until you are spent I am going to push you further than ever before my treasure you are so wet and hot I want to fuck you and claim you again and again.” The dildo is still in my mouth he pulls it out holding my eyes “Please claim this one Sir, I am your girl to do with as it pleases you.” He smiled and kissed me, “That’s my good girl.” He traced the dildo down my form over my now aching nipple, then he traced further down to part my moist nether lips dripping with want. My stinging ass was hurting from sitting on it but this did nothing but heighten my arousal. He penetrated me deeply with the dildo, it was huge, much larger than any he had used before I held steady as he pushed it as deep as possible allowing me to become accustomed to its size then he began fucking me with it in earnest. My body seemed to be trying to stop it entering but his insistence and my wetness allowed him to push past my tensing. Firmer he plunged as I began to feel another orgasm rise. He slapped at my breasts with his free hand, “Keep your pose, breasts forward, straight back.”
“Yes Sir,” I whimpered as the pleasure deep within my stretched pussy grew in intensity. I cried out wordlessly,
“Hold it my dirty slut. Let it build higher first.” He increased the pressure and speed within me I whimpered my plea
“Please Sir, please let me cum.” He rammed harder but did not give permission then he was rubbing my clit firmly and finally said “Now.” I came loudly more fluid gushed from me, suddenly the dildo was gone and Sir’s much smaller, but more organically heated cock was inside me driving the orgasm further again and again I released over him, struggling to maintain my pose.

He pushed me onto my back with my legs spread pointing up to the ceiling. “Hold this position.” Then the dildo was poised at my swollen lips and his cock at my tightest entrance. He slid both inside me simultaneously I moaned at the pleasure and the pain of holding my legs suspended in the air. He found his rhythm I cried out to god and my Sir was telling me to touch my clit “rub it hard dirty girl, slap your nub until you cum for me again.” I did as I was bid, orgasm tearing through me as I did so. My breasts ached, my ass cheeks burned, my thighs burned from holding them up and spread wide but still I came harder and harder. The pleasure overwhelmed me I was awash in an ecstatic release that was only pushed further when my Sir finally allowed his own release. The pleasure still washed through me my body pulsing with the orgasms retreat. After some moments of stillness and our breath returning to normal my Sir spoke, his voice softened with his release. “Such a good girl, I think I should bathe you before you sleep.” He lowered my legs and moved me so I would be more comfortable as he went to run the bath for us. I lay listening to him whistling an old tune as he went about this task, utterly spent and calm thanking my lucky stars for such a wise and generous Sir.

Flustered, part I (erotic fiction)

This post contains mature erotic content based on (light) D/s themes that may offensive to some readers and highly erotic to others. Not safe for work. That said, enjoy.

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I cannot settle, my mind is in a whirl of confusion. Nothing I do will calm me. One of my bosses spoke harshly to me for an error that was not my fault, I tried to defend myself but he got angrier. After a while I decide to quickly email my Sir for some guidance and direction.

Sir, I cannot concentrate at work today. Mr Royce yelled at me for something that the new girl has done incorrectly. Now I am making mistakes and am flustered. I need direction so that I can focus and calm myself. Please Sir, what should I do?

I was deeply soothed when a few minutes later Sir’s email reply popped into my inbox.

My sweet girl, stop for a moment close your eyes and imagine my voice. Count to ten then read on. I am going to give you instructions for when you get home. You will shower; dress only in your white cup-less corset, the one that laces at the front. Tie your lovely long hair up into a loose bun on the top of your head. Then you will place your mat 3 feet from the door, kneel with your knees spread wide and hands palm up on your thighs. Your eyes will be lowered watching the front door mat for my arrival. You will wait in this posture until I come home, no bathroom break, no shifting of posture, just the picture of grace. I will know if you have disobeyed my instructions. When you see my shoes enter the house you will remain waiting, eyes lowered until I instruct you further. Sweet girl I will firstly ask if you mastered your distraction at work and how well you did will affect my decision about your punishment. Yes, my lovely you will be punished. Now sweet girl focus yourself and finish your day with the grace, strength and beauty I know you possess.

Feeling better already, I replied;

Thank you Sir, I will do better. I will aim please you with my posture and progress when you arrive home.

The rest of the day was effortless as I imagined Sir was in the office watching my every move. I arrived home smiling and calm feeling pleased with my progress. I sang in the shower and laced up my corset delighted with how my breasts looked exposed above the top of the fabric. I fixed my hair, tidied the bathroom and went to present myself as Sir had described.

At first I was aware of the movement of the daylight, the sounds drifting in from the neighbourhood, the slight discomfort in my body, an itch on my back but soon I was deeply calm and then, before I knew it, I heard his key in the door and his shoes stepped onto the mat in front of my eyes. I almost sighed out loud in pleasure but I simply released my breath instead. He closed the door and placed his briefcase down. I could hear him unbuttoning his coat. Normally I would assist but he was watching me instead. I heard the coat being hung up on the coat rack and he stepped closer then walked around me.
“Very good sweet girl, your posture pleases me deeply. Now, tell me did you master yourself at work?” He returned to the door mat and stopped so that I was addressing his feet.
“Sir, I regained my focus and conducted myself with poise and grace through the rest of the day. I corrected the other girls mistakes and presented the document to Mr Royce with a smile, he apologized to me for being unfair and I gracefully accepted his apology. My day ended highly productively. Thank you Sir for your guidance.”
“Raise your eyes to mine my treasure,” I complied immediately. “Good girl, I am proud of you for asking for help and for taking my instruction. You are a very good girl and have made me proud by catching yourself behaving immaturely and asking for help when you could not move on.” He loosened his tie, this always quickened my breath. He lowered himself to a crouch,
“Come here and kiss me my beautiful girl.” Keeping my eyes on his and allowing my desire to show in them I crawled forward to him, he undid his tie as I approached on my hands and knees and I knew he was going to bind me with it, tingles of excitement ran through me.
“Stop there my girl, lick your lips for me, mmm now give me my welcome home kiss.” I leaned up to him and kissed him fervently he growled and sucked at my tongue and lips. One hand teased my already taut nipples bringing a deep moan from within me. We kissed for a few moments more before he gently pulled away.
“Now, my delight we need to eat. Stand up, turn to the kitchen and stand legs shoulder width apart.” I complied immediately and was graced with a firm hand spanking my naked ass cheek. It was a light and playful swat, I was careful not to make a sound.
“Oh my sexy girl.” He picked up my mat and walked directly into the open plan kitchen a few feet away. He put the mat on the floor where I could kneel and be part of the meal preparation but not in his way.
“Come to me sweet girl I have a mind to have you on your knees while I cook for us.” I walked as elegantly as I could toward him stopping in front of him spreading my feet shoulder width apart again.
“Hands behind your back.” Once I had done so he bound my wrists firmly with his tie.
“Now on your mat, knees spread as wide as you can and a nice straight back.” I carefully placed myself, it was much harder to do with my wrists bound but I managed without faltering.
“Oh my gorgeous girl I was going to cook straight away but I find the sight of you so obedient, so graceful too enticing,” he moved to stand in front of me pushing his hard cock against my lips.
“I think a little appetizer might be in order.” He rubbed his hardness against my mouth until I moaned
“ah, sweet girl, what is it you want?” I was wet already from the kneeling and his passionate kiss now I was aching, my nipples longing to be touched
“please Sir, I want to worship your cock.” He moved away slightly, to unbuckle his belt and drop his work slacks to the ground, he wasn’t wearing any briefs. I moaned loudly at the sight of his sexy rock hard cock, I licked my lips in anticipation. He teased my lips with his head before pushing deeply inside my mouth, he slowly slid in and out creating tantalizing shivers through my body. He pushed as deeply as he could supporting my head with his hands telling me what a good girl I was the whole time. My nipples were aching my pussy dripping wet. He increased his speed but continued using long strokes. I tasted a little precum which made me moan deeper. He pulled out of my mouth and rubbed his precum on my lips,
“Do you like that my dirty sexy girl?”
“Yes Sir, I like that very much.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes Sir, I want more of your cock and your seed.” He slid back in to my hot and willing mouth, as deep as I could take him then he started thrusting in short, sharp pulses taking himself to the edge before pausing again. He moaned as he slid slowly out then plunged back in. I could feel his excitement building, which made me start to suck harder, his cock was so silky and hard, so tantalizing. He pulled out and came on my open lips then my breasts squeezing every drop onto my skin. Then he rubbed my lips with his fingers pushing his seed into my mouth then using both hands he rubbed and massaged his cum into my breasts. I licked him clean then he dressed himself again. “Stay right there my beautiful slut.”

When he returned he had nipple clamps in his hand. “While I prepare dinner you are to wear my seed and these,” he jingled the clamps “I want you think about what I should spank you with, what punishment would suit your behaviour today. He teased my nipples so they stood more erect before attaching each clamp and tightening them until I squirmed. He connected the chain between them and pulled on it causing me to moan. He put some music on, poured a glass of Argentinean red wine and began cooking us rib eye steak with mushroom sauce, minted baby potatoes and a fresh salad. We talked and laughed he gave me sips of wine, tugged on my nipple chain asked me to taste the sauce and offer opinion. He served one large plate and asked me to stand, elegantly and move to the table. He brought me my mat and placed next to his chair I knelt at his command and he proceeded to feed us both. I adore being fed by him. I love to cook for him and serve him but when he cooks and feeds me I feel like his prized treasure, a submissive queen that he helps shape to be more regal. Once we have eaten he unbound my hands rubbing them to ensure the blood flow has returned then sits back to observe me taking care of the cleaning up. “Well, have you decided my little one? What should I punish you with?” I flush with heat at thought of punishment.
“Well Sir, I think one of the canes would be suitable.” His eyebrows rose,
“How so?”
“The sharp sting will remind me to breathe when I feel ashamed of my behaviour and calmly figure out what best to do.”
“You know, sweet girl, I really am very proud of you for asking for help. There was a time that you would not have and you would have come home angry with yourself and be defiant with me seeking punishment. It would only come out after your punishment what had caused such defiant behaviour. Today you came to me immediately and had a good outcome. Pour me some more wine.” I did so, “turn, spread your legs shoulder width, bend at the waist and reach forward arms at shoulder height. Mmm, look at that silky wetness.” His fingers ran over my slick labia and rubbed my clit until it was a tight little nub. He slid one finger deep inside me twisting it a little and caressing my sweet spot. He pressed this now wet finger against my tight ass sliding it in a little before twisting and pulling out. Oh his gentle teasing had me quivering for more. He started to circle his palms on my ass cheeks warming me up for my punishment. He slapped me hard several times then I heard him stand and move his chair so he could better access me. He stood beside my legs and delivered several hard blows over both cheeks rapidly. Oh he was making me so wet. He gave me more, even firmer blows until I cried out. Then he picked up his wine, asked me to straighten took hold of my nipple chain and led me to our bedroom.

continued here…

 

Image stolen from the internet

An Artist and His muse; Introductions

Louis Lagrenée (1725-1805) "Philosophy Unveiling Truth"

Louis Lagrenée (1725-1805)
“Philosophy Unveiling Truth”

Continued from Morning Yearning

 A glorious week had passed. Each day offering more delights to my palette of experiences. Long days and nights of sensuous lovemaking and rampant fucking, his daily delight in washing me, feeding me and binding me in creative postures whilst he drew me. Sometimes we would be in silence for hours while I posed or we would talk through all manner of topics. I was becoming accustomed to being left bound when he went out for supplies and he had taken me out to a café for lunch whilst I had a butt plug inserted within my no-longer taboo ass. He sat next to me that he could penetrate me with his fingers and tease my clitoris edging me all through the meal until my panties were soaked and he knew I could no longer hold off. On the way home he pulled me into an alley and fucked me roughly against the wall his hand over my mouth to silence my orgasmic pleasure. He had assured me that we would sight see but not yet. He was still in the process of claiming me and once I truly submitted then we would genuinely venture out into the streets of Paris.

I knew you had something particular planned for today your bright blue eyes gleamed wickedly. As you washed me you were humming, I tried to place the song but was struggling. I thought it was Strauss but I often muddled composers names I dared not to guess incorrectly knowing that you were intent on real punishment from now on. You had informed me last night showing me the potential instruments you would use, a leather riding crop, a bamboo cane, a wooden paddle and you pointed to your belt. I could see your obvious excitement but these items terrified me. You soothed my worry letting me know that you will take good care of me and never push beyond what I could handle. You remind me this was part of our agreement and that I was free to leave at anytime. If you were to truly own me I needed to surrender and I was becoming accustomed to your hand on my cheeks. I had reddened in remembrance and ached at the thought of my reaction to his spanking me I would drip with desire and beg for more. The sight of his mark on me in the many mirrors in the studio was a reminder of how deeply being with this man was affecting me. I instinctively knew that any other form of punishment would stir the same response.

After our ablutions he had me stand with spread legs and fingers laced behind my back as he tantalizingly massaged coconut oil into my porcelain skin. This sent me into a trance there was only my body and his hands on me firmly, expertly caring for the organ of my skin. He took my hand when he had finished and placed it on his hardness “See what you do to me my sexy muse.” I moaned as I felt how hot and erect his velvet smooth cock was. I let him see in my eyes my desire to taste him. Amused he smiled like a man with a secret “I have other plans for us today, to the bed my dirty girl.” I tear myself from his gaze and walk to the bed. “Lay face up in the middle of the bed.” I do as he asks, then his eyes on mine he begins to bind me first my ankles then my wrists. Kissing me fiercely and giving me a reassuring smile he places a blindfold firmly over my eyes. “You are going to need to trust me implicitly today my muse. There is something special I want you to experience. I believe it will give you great pleasure but it is ok to be scared. This is something I have wanted for a long time but in you the desire has grown so strong I have made it a reality. This will be a gift for both of us.” There was a knock at the door, “Right on time.” He said and I could see his smile in my mind.

My heart was pounding. Who was here? What had he planned? Perhaps they were delivering something… I knew deep down that this was not the case. I heard him unlock and open the door greeting someone in French her voice in reply. A woman? They greeted casually as if she were coming for coffee. I relaxed a little. Perhaps she was here to draw me too. There was something about their tone that assured me they were friends rather than lovers I was somehow certain of it. Humiliation raged through me as I heard the door close and lock again and the clicking of her heels as she entered the room. My French is poor so I was unsure what they are saying to each other. I heard a bag being put down and other indistinct rustling sounds. I am painfully aware of my open naked sex my exposed breasts, my bindings giving me no option but to be laid bare to the eyes of this stranger. I bit my lip as panic rose within me. They were approaching the bed now. “My sweet muse, this is Amelia she has come to assist me today.” I knew I was blushing crimson but that he expected me to reply. Hot tears came to my eyes “Bonjour Amelia.” I stuttered. Amelia replied to me “Un plaisir de vous rencontrer, la muse.” Then she directed her voice back to my Sir “Elle est magnifique. Merci de m’inviter pour la partager.” I was trying to understand but the shame of the moment over road my ability to translate. All I caught was that she thought I was magnificent. “Amelia, “ his voice centered me. “Shall we speak in English? She does not know my intentions here today.” Amelia laughed, “You are too cruel!” Her voice was lovely I imagined she had dark hair and golden brown eyes. “Shall I tell her Monsieur? Or may I simply touch her and you can explain.” These last words had me squirming, “My beautiful muse, Amelia is here to open your body to another woman. I deeply desire to see you pleasured by her and for you to taste her body that you might know the pleasure I gain from yours. I have no intention of touching Amelia; she is not interested in men. We are good friends and she has agreed to make my fantasy a reality. She will permit me to join in but she and I will be focusing on you.” He wanted me to be pleasured by another woman? My brain was overwhelmed; I did not want this stranger to be touching me. “Amelia, please begin.” I heard the unmistakable sound of her shoes being removed and the rustle of clothing then the bed shifted a little as she climbed up next to me. I was trying to calm my mind my breathing was erratic. “It’s ok little one,” Amelia crooned to me. “I know you don’t want me to touch you, that you haven’t asked for this but I will please you. I love to make women feel pleasure. Despite your fear, despite the thought that it is wrong, you will be pleasured and your man demands it. He wants to watch you enjoy what I do to you and what I will ask of you.” Despite myself I felt the familiar twinge of desire form deep within me.

“Mmmm, you are very beautiful.” Her fingers lightly touched my cheek and trailed down to run over my full lips. In an intimate gesture she pulled my lower lip down a little slightly parting my lips. Then she ran her finger down my chin and neck to circle between my breasts. My nipples hardened immediately. “See your body wants me to touch it.” Now she circled around the base of my breast spiraling up to my nipple she continued in tiny circles sending sparks of arousal through my body. Now she repeated the same treatment to my other breast and nipple. I imagined my Sir watching this and the pleasure he said it would give him to see me with her and I started to let my fear ebb away. She wasn’t going to hurt me. Now her mouth bent to my other breast licking firmly before sucking. I moaned. She sucked harder continuing to rub the other breast with her fingers. Her hair cascaded across my body silken against my skin. “You see, your nipples talk to your clitoris, you are swollen and aching aren’t you? If I slid my finger inside you I would find you slick.” I moaned again it was so strange to have a woman touching me. “Answer me girl.” Although I blushed deeply her voice held the same commanding tone as my Sir and I felt compelled to answer her “Yes Madame I am swollen and aching, I am wet.” She sucked my breast more deeply and massaged the other squeezing the nipple taut before pinching it hard between her forefinger and thumb it was exquisite agony. “Good girl, your Monsieur is watching you closely I can see how hard he is getting seeing a woman bringing you pleasure. Maybe if you are good girl he will give you his hard cock.” She continued to tease both of my nipples with her fingers then her lips were on my mouth and her hot tongue pushing between my lips gently probing seeking entry. I gasped her lips were soft and inviting I opened my mouth to her and let her taste me. My tongue came to life responding to her prompts my feet pulling against the restraints.

She moved to straddle me now I could feel the top of her stockings where the garter would meet them against my thighs. I suddenly wanted to see her and wondered if I would be permitted. Her pelvis was hovering just above me as she leaned forward to kiss me some more. Her kisses trailed from my mouth down my body over my breasts and stomach. “Monsieur, if you would like to join us I am going to feast on your muse and edge her until she is writhing and begging. You may want to observe more closely?” I heard his movements as she resumed her kissing and teasing me with her tongue. She ran her tongue down my inner thigh I wanted her to taste me she had me so wet and I wondered what her soft mouth and slender fingers would feel like. “Your muse smells so very sweet Monsieur, I think she likes my mouth on her. I think she wants me to taste her velvet depths.” I nearly spoke, I nearly called out “no” but I knew it wasn’t truthful. I wanted to know what it would be like to cum with a woman’s mouth on me. Her breath on me, so close to my sex, was tantalizing I arched toward her a little and she chuckled slightly before her tongue brushed my clitoris and I moaned loudly. She started lightly pushing her tongue inside me her pleasure moan vibrating against my skin. Then his mouth was on my breast I thought I would cum on the spot but I didn’t have permission from either of them. I pulled on my restraints to help give me the strength to hold on. She slid her fingers inside me “Oh so very wet for me naughty girl.” He slapped my breasts as she fingered me and licked my clit. He was pinching my nipples as she started sucking firmly, I cried out. She paused fingers almost stopped, just ever so slightly moving then the flicker of her tongue lightly teasing my nub, Sir holding my nipples like a clamp then as she started her rhythm again he rubbed my nipples and breasts mercilessly. I could feel his hard cock against me and wanted it in my mouth to contain the moans that were gushing from my mouth. He rubbed his pre-cum on my breasts and repeatedly slapped my nipple with his head. “Oh Sir.” I cried and pushed into her fingers wanting her deeper inside of me. “That’s it my dirty girl, let Amelia drive you wild. It turns me on so much to see her pleasure you knowing it will be my cock that fucks you.” His permission drove me wild. I pushed against Amelia’s tongue and fingers and started to beg her. “Please Amelia, make me cum. I want to cum on your mouth.” She slapped my clitoris hard I cried out it was too good. I couldn’t hold on. Then she removed herself “no, no, please, please.” I pleaded. Amelia chuckled, “Not until you have tasted my juices little muse.” Fear hit me again but my desire was inflamed.

Before I knew what was going on she was sitting above my mouth facing my Sir. I could smell her musty womanliness so like my own. My Sir was still touching my breasts lightly his cock pressing hard against me. Amelia was releasing one of my hands from the restraints but placed her foot on my wrist so I could not yet move it. “Now, little muse, I want you to think of what your Sir does to you, how his mouth explores you. You are going to make me cum thinking about your Sir making you weak at the knees and begging for more. When you want to feel my depths with your fingers you will beg to have your hand released. Is that understood?” Her pussy was so close to my mouth and I found I wanted to taste her to make her feel what he does to me. “Yes Madame, Yes I understand.” Then she pushed her clit to my mouth and I reached gently for it with my tongue. I thought of all the times he had licked me and I took my time I tasted deeply of her wet depths and moaned with the sensation and the knowing that she was responding to me. I opened my mouth wide and pushed as far into her as I could then I begged for my hand to be freed. Once it was I placed my index finger against her ass and allowed my middle finger to enter her. She moaned and pushed against my fingers both now penetrated her she was riding them blissfully. I gave her my tongue and she gasped I imagined she was touching her own breasts. My Sir had moved and I felt his hard cock pushing against my clitoris as he rubbed himself against me. I suckled at her nub and felt the orgasm rising within me. My Sir’s cock and the heady taste of this woman’s juices driving my wild. I could hear her voice changing her orgasm was coming. I increased my fingers speed and depth and was rewarded with her unmistakable cry of ecstasy peaking. Her vulva pulsed around my slender finger her ass clamped me and hot juices gushed over my face. This frightened me and I turned my head “My beautiful muse taste her know what it is like when you gush your hot orgasm all over me, drink my beauty.” His voice directed me and I responded swallowing the hotness of her, I felt her peaking again so I licked her hard until again she was gasping. My Sir plunged his hot hardness deep into me then rode me a little growling like some kind of beast. Amelia was sucking my breasts hard.

“Turn her.” He simply said releasing one of my feet. Amelia released my other arm and they flipped me over. He pulled me roughly up onto my knees “get your hands under you” he said voice his rough with emotion. I felt Amelia slide under me then suddenly her tongue was on my clitoris and Sir plunged into me again. He rode me hard for a moment claiming me as his own then he slowed, Amelia’s hands found my breasts and I was falling into an abyss of pure orgasmic pleasure, “Sir, I am so close may I please cum?” He thrust into me hard and fingered my ass “My beautiful whore you will cum now and not stop until we are spent.” He thrust his fingers deeply into me as he rode me Amelia sucked my clitoris hard while pinching my nipples and I lost myself to the orgasm it peaked and troughed as they un-relentlessly drove me. Amelia’s hands left me and I could hear he touching herself beneath me. I dropped my head to her finding her fingers and her wetness and thrust my fingers deep inside her pounding her as Sir pounded me. Her moans vibrated achingly against my clit I soared again as she did and then my Sir thrust with a final guttural cry. We all continued to shudder Amelia and I entwined, my Sir deep inside me.

Amelia moved first. She disengaged herself and I felt her move from the bed then heard her dressing. She spoke, neither of us moved. “Thank you both for this delightful gift you have shared with me today. I will never forget it.” I heard her heels clicking across the floor. My Sir lay down beside me and removed my blindfold. I caught a glimpse of her long dark hair as she disappeared through the door. Sir gazed at me eyes filled with love. “Thank you beloved muse. I have imagined that experience for a long time, a dominant woman forcing my muse to pleasure for my pleasure. That was delightful.” He kissed me and I him but I was silently absorbing the enormity of the experience. He held me for a long time then drew me, as I lay there still lost in the sensations and the submission. Somehow I felt even more submissive to him, more owned, more His by allowing someone else to manipulate me for his pleasure. Something turned inside me a key opening a part of me that had long been locked away, my submissive nature was emerging under his tutelage and as I gazed at my Sir I felt a sudden urge to call him Master.

Words by errant satiety image Louis Lagrenée (1725-1805)