Deleted Member Posted September 18, 2020 Posted September 18, 2020 (edited) “The night has just begun my love” you feel her hot breath whisper in your ear. Ass still stinging, you feel yourself loosing a conscious battle for your wits enveloped in her embrace. But your body cannot deny her. Her warm breasts pressed against you, the stinging ***, and ***ness of being bound has momentarily crushed your resistance. It doesn't help you that she has not failed to notice the full on erection her intoxicating presence has on you. You are in her grip and under her control, the pressure of the bindings on your arm with every breath you heave just rein***s that fact as concrete ripples in your mind. Which attributes to the wave of shame and guilt? You find yourself experiencing at the involuntary moan you hear come from yourself as her hand finds your cock. Sandwiched between her breasts and a sense of being bound you feel you mind collapse. Her hand firmly around the base of your cock as she slowly applies short strokes driving your arousal to the edge while she keeps you there, bound in a different way, a different kind of ***. All the while she still whispers in your ear, gentle mind-numbing, sweet tones that seem to infiltrate and fill the deep recesses of your mind. “You will speak only when spoken too, understand?”. You hear yourself mouth some sort of acknowledgment. Your thighs still burn and sting from this first lesson, freshly impacted into your flesh. “Good boy” she sounds pleased with you, and that makes you irrationally happy. You feel a small burst of ecstasy as she squeezes a little more pressure on the shaft of your penis. “You will make an excellent pet. You want to be my bitch, don't you?”. The question is like a scratch on the back of your mind, as some of your wits scramble back to you. Its fuzzy through the haze of ***. Her presence saturates your senses, her hand squeezing and stroking the base of your exposed cock and your try to contain involuntary moans. You need to get a hold of yourself, you are letting her mind fuck you and sap you of your free will something you didn't actualize the precious value of until now. “Don't you?” she repeats the question as she clamps down on your cock even harder pulling longer strokes. You dont know how much more of this you can take. You open your mouth to contradict, control, negotiate? But all that comes out of your mouth is a unconvincing moan of resistance. Amused she lets your aching cock go, and the loss of soft breasts and body moving away from you leaves you feeling an agonizing void. Your body craves at her touch, you need to pull yourself together. After another agonizing moment, she comes back with a thick black leather collar and leash in hand. “Well you already are my bitch.” Gesturing to your erect cock lightly with her foot, “And you certainly seem to enjoy it too.”. At that last one you feel your face flush with warmth, you must be blushing... damn it to hell, involuntary reflexes betraying you. An effect she has not missed, this provokes a sly amused smile in her face, you notice her rock hard nipples and can't phantom what filthy thoughts are running through her mind. But you know half of them probably are not good for you. You start to mouth words then stop yourself, when you see her eyes dart over to the riding crop. You manage to *** them back and suffer the indignity in silence. This sets her into even more amusement, watching your hopeless struggle only seems to fuel her own deviant desire. “See your my good little bitch. You learn your lessons well for me.” Your heart and arousal leaps at the compliments fueling a desire to please and you immediately hate yourself for the impulse. She seems to miss nothing ***ring at your internal struggling too, making you feel even more exposed, *** and on display for her if that's even possible. As if to make it official she comes closer and you feel the weight of the collar as she fits it around your neck. You savor the new sensation as well as her gentle touch on your *** neck. The firm pressure and new weight squeezing down on you, and the fact that its directly connected, that you are directly connected to the other end of the leash in her hand; Has the immediate psychological impact of expanding your sense of personal space. Every tug and movement of your collar is connected to every tug and movement she puts on the leash. This awareness creeps into your psyche, you really are her bitch now. The physical experience of this truth only makes your more horny as you can swear that you actually can feel the surface of your skin tingle with desire. As she stares at you beaming with a content smile. You think to yourself “I might be really okay with this.”, and you really can't help smiling back. Edited September 18, 2020 by Deleted Member
Deleted Member Posted September 19, 2020 Author Posted September 19, 2020 As a guy that has never been submissive but is curious about it, this story is so god damn hot
Deleted Member Posted September 19, 2020 Author Posted September 19, 2020 (edited) 8 hours ago, Richf86 said: As a guy that has never been submissive but is curious about it, this story is so god damn hot I think that we can get a little too distracted by the sex. Sure for some that's what it is but My writings tend to be more wholesome I guess because I tend to reflect on the nature of these loving relationships. We get off on the people we are with as much as the stuff that happens to our bodies- in this sense everyone is beautiful and the scope of possibilities truly are endless.... ugh.. corny as that sounds.. haha Edited September 19, 2020 by Deleted Member
Deleted Member Posted September 20, 2020 Author Posted September 20, 2020 15 hours ago, Meowmowmeow said: I think that we can get a little too distracted by the sex. Sure for some that's what it is but My writings tend to be more wholesome I guess because I tend to reflect on the nature of these loving relationships. We get off on the people we are with as much as the stuff that happens to our bodies- in this sense everyone is beautiful and the scope of possibilities truly are endless.... ugh.. corny as that sounds.. haha It doesnt sound corny at all, it's totally true. There is so much more to intimate relationships than just sex
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