PaganDawn Posted October 1, 2020 Posted October 1, 2020 Sir will always be Sir How could I forget so easily I cursed as I stepped into the lounge…”? When?” I asked myself as I looked around me, “when will you learn sub?” My eyes danced over the scene, and it was just that, a scene, from some dark movie, shown in a dark cinema, down some long forgotten seedy back street. The windowsill with its red, aged brick and light blue window beautifully and dramatically exhibiting the black leather toys of Sir. Flitting to the table in front of it, bathed in the sunlight streaming through the window a clasp glistened, attached to tightly fastened strap that sported carefully tied rope restraints. I felt a tickle between my legs and clenched myself, the wetness slipped from me, shit. My eyes caught the sofa, cream rope restraints hung over either end as if they were a fixture, carefully selected to match and accompany the suite. My nipples responded to my arousal and tightened some more, their erect shape showing though my t shirt screaming pinch me. The wetness seeping into my panties. I couldn’t resist. I slipped a hand into the top of my leather skirt and into my pants, so moist, so warm. I wasn’t allowed to play, but nothing was said about a taste, mmmmm, I Slipped my fingers into my mouth, I did taste good. How much *** was there going to be I wondered…the thought bringing more warmth between my legs as I turned to leave the room…and I stopped dead. The sound of my bag slamming on the floor jolted me back from my thoughts and I closed my mouth. Not taking my eyes of the tall blue metal pillar I took out my phone, ped a couple of shots and added a quick text… ” If I don’t call you by 4pm tomorrow, send for the undertaker lol.” “Fuck, seriously!” came the reply. I giggled and looked up at the pillar again, fuck this was so hot. I walked over slowly, conscious of my ever-growing wetter panties, and kicked the chain at the bottom of the pillar as I looked up at the perfectly tied wrist restraints hanging from a tightly secured strap, their soft cream rope contrasting against the cold blue metal pillar. I brushed my hand against the surface, ice cold, and a shudder ran through me. Fuck, dam, he gave me 10 minutes. I rushed to the bedroom where I had left my suitcase and hastily got out of my shoes and threw my bag down. Skirt off, top off, quick loo trip and a freshen up. Back in the lounge I found the box as instructed and after putting on my play collar hastily put on the wrist and ankle cuffs and shuffled back to the hall hampered by the chains connecting the two. I positioned myself on my knees, ass to the door, proud, with my head on my hands, on the floor, and waited, the cold air flitting over my drooling pussy and my exposed lips…fuck I was so dam horny. Not knowing how long I have left I allow my mind to wander and find some release from the anticipation my body is throwing at it. Drifting back over the week I try and focus on all my infringements. I had taken some liberties this week, a little cheek here, a bit there, and then there was the granny knickers argument, so funny. I was not going to wear granny knickers for a punishment, it was not going to happen, ever! “I am putting granny knickers on my hard limits list Sir,” I had joked, even sent a pic of me walking past M&S just to prove a point “Wont be shopping there any time soon Sir,” I joked with the accompanying text. Sir knew it was banter right? That it was just a bit of fun? I was making a chastity belt for him, what purpose would granny knickers serve! Surely not worth all the ropes and restraints. Surely half of them where to worry me, put me off guard. I hear the click of the outer door and raise my ass, the handle turns and a bigger draft of air wafts over my exposed pussy as the door closes again. Sir is here, I am quivering all over again, my nerves start to shred. A sigh, god I hate it when he does that, so unsettling, then his hand is on my ass, circling my cheeks one at a time, fingers run over my moist clit and lips and a small slap accompanies them. My senses train in on Sir, I hear his breathing, his sighs, the sound of his hand as it trails down my back towards my neck before taking a handful of my hair and pulling my head to the side. I lower my eyes, nerves twitching, this was not the easy-going Sir...I am pulled sharply off the pillow and he grabs it with the other hand, and I am tugged again. “Come Pagan, keep up, “that voice ***s me, no sign of what is to come, just the distinct air of authority waving over me from Sirs direction, my pillow drops to the floor and I am pushed forward onto it. I quickly assume my position and swallow hard, wishing I had had another glass of wine. I am… just a little afraid! I hear him pottering around and sighing to himself, god this silence is deafening. “Up Pagan,”I stumble to my feet. Sir turns me by my shoulders, and I am facing the pillar…oh god. My nipples react instantly, and I gasp, fuck, I resist as he pushes me forward. “Pagan, stop! This is going to happen, that you have no choice in, so stop struggling.” Fuck, his words, so calm, so confident…I can feel my frustration rising. How, how can words have this affect on me? I am so fucking wet. One last struggle, Sirs body pressing against me, holding me as my wrists are secured in the ropes…I am so close to the pillar my nipples are pushed against the cold hard steel and the ripples of arousal are waving through me like a fucking train. My head is in turmoil, I want this, I hate that I want this, I love this, I hate that he gets me like this with so little fucking effort! Dam.. The cold steel round my ankles brings me back to the moment as my feet are tapped to move closer to the pillar. I oblige, resigned once more to the realisation that I am *** before him, again. “So, Pagan,” Sirs voice s me from my self pity and chastisement. “Can you remember what you said when I asked you to describe Sir in 5 words?” Fuck. “Sir, Handsome, skilled, strong, controlling, err? Sir” “Mmm, yes Pagan, something along those lines. And in all those words what is missing Pagan? Do you know?” Oh god, I hate these questions, what the fuck have I forgotten. I picked words that I thought would keep me safe! He is all of them and so much more, how the fuck was I supposed to pick? “No, Sir.” A sigh… “Disciplined Pagan, disciplined.” Shit, I can feel the wetness seeping from me, the cold steel starting to warm from my body as I grasp the pillar to steady myself from falling backwards, Sir testing the ropes as he talks to me, so close, I can feel his breath. He knows I can’t struggle, or the ropes will pull he knows I cannot let go or I will fall backwards, my feet, chained so close to keep me unstable. I have no choice but to hold on, pressed against the pillar…and yet, he still checks them, bringing himself so close to me, smelling my hair as he does so…revelling in his victory as I am once again in his snare. My clit is screaming to be touched, my pussy full and ready but I have a feeling it will be a while before I get my release. “You have seen the nice Sir, the kind Sir, the caring Sir Pagan, and in return you have challenged my authority, refused to accept my rules.” Oh crap! “Teasing Sir, refusing to accept my decisions.” A sigh, as I turn my head to see what he is doing and catch a glimpse of him over my the window, shit! “If Sir says you are to wear granny knickers, you will. Putting them on your hard list to avoid punishment is, not acceptable. Sulking, is not acceptable.” Another sigh as my body jumps to the sound of a slap and my pussy tightens in anticipation. “Now, Pagan, you will see the other side of Sir. The not so nice and caring Sir.” Oh god, a twinge of *** runs over me. How far would this go? My mind recovering what I had seen, the pillar, the table, the sofa, the windowsill. How many toys had Sir put out? Shit, fucking all of them!!! And…I had pushed, fuck I had pushed and teased and joked and, dam, I had stepped over the line, and right now, I was feeling fucking embarrassed, shamed, *** and yes, a little scared. This, this side of Sir was uncharted territory. Sir leans in to me, brushing my hair from my face, running his fingers down my neck and pulling my head back to nuzzle my nose and plant so soft kisses on my dry lips, oh dam! His voice, soft, firm unyielding …”You have your safe words Pagan?” “Yes, Sir?” His hand brushes my hair and then his fingers brush against my mouth, “Good girl.” Oh hell, oh hell, I start to struggle, my breathing harder, faster, I am starting to sweat from the heat building within, the anticipation stifling…fuck I actually feel like I might cum!!!! SMACK…fuck, the crop comes down hard against my ass cheek and I stifle a wince into the pillar. Another and another, the crop reigns down on my ass, dancing from side to side relentless. I barely have time to catch my breath between swipes, my hands eager to fist and clench but stuck open and grasping on the pillar. I twist my legs, trying to hide my ass as he switches sides. SMACK.. more reign down on me, my ass is on fire now, no nice hands circling to soothe it, a flick of the crop against my thighs indicating I am to open them, oh god no, I am wet enough, please. The crop contacts my clit and I am biting down hard on my lip. Again and again it flicks against my pussy until I am writhing and wriggling away from it, desperate to hold on. Not a sound from Sirs lips apart from the occasional sigh. And then, “Some Doms like their subs to count each strike, that does not concern me, others like their subs to ask for forgiveness, I quite like that idea. “ Swoosh…another crop lands against me, “Im sorry Sir, please I am so sorry, forgive me Sir, please.” I can feel a tear starting to well up in my eyes, NO, no I wont fucking cry, not a chance…Swoosh, ah fuck…”Sir please I am sorry, it wont happen again, I promise.” He is on me, leaning in and brushing my hair out of my wet face. “I don’t get any pleasure from this Pagan.” Like fuck you don’t, my silent voice scream at him. “But it is necessary, you see that don’t you? Sir must be obeyed.” Yes Sir, I am sorry, Sir, please I am sorry.” His hands reach up to the ropes, teasing them open. I am free and he is holding me, I am so close to Cumming, I am aflame inside and yet still, I will not beg, I will not give him a tear, I am sorry, truly I am, but I will not give him everything, I cant…”Kneel.” Sir indicates towards the sofa, shit, really, no rest! “Sir?” the word escapes my lips betraying my unease and disbelief, “Sir!” “Now Pagan,” and I am scrambling onto the sofa, my hands deftly placed into the ropes before I can object, spread so wide I can barely move. My heart is racing, my breathing ragged and my nipples are starting to ache from the desire burning in them. Sir taps my legs open, “Do I have to tie these down to Pagan, or are you going to be a good girl?” Oh dam. I bury my head into the back of the sofa and prey. Sir walks off, I can hear him gathering something in his hands, I don’t want to see, I don’t want to know. He is back behind me; another fucking sigh and I bite my lip. THUD, fuck the paddle hits my soft spot on my left ass cheek, shit that stung like a bitch. Thud, thud, thud in succession, I am squealing into the sofa, then I remember…”I am sorry Sir, please, please forgive me, Sir please!” Thud, thud thud, my right cheek stings. Then Sir is pulling my ass tight, oh fuck no, I wriggle and squirm. “Pagan, I will restrain your legs if you do not hold still.” Fuck how can this be so dam hot, expecting me to just hold still while he paddles me! His hand runs up my thigh, a slap, and another, my lips sting, open and exposed before him, he trails up my spine and then he is pulling my head back by my hair, the paddle is in front of me and I try and focus my eyes. “What does it say Pagan?” Slut Sir.” “Who is the slut Pagan?” “Me Sir.” He pulls my head tighter. “Whose slut are you Pagan?” “Yours Sir, I am your slut Sir.” “And only mine Pagan, is that clear?” “Yes, yes Sir, yours, only yours Sir.” “Yes Pagan, only mine, as long as I am your Sir, no other man will touch you, is that clear Pagan?” “Sir?” It escaped my lips before I could check myself, he knew what I was asking, Vanilla? I didn’t really care, not after all this, the first week was enough to make up my mind, but dam I do not want him to have that information yet, I needed to keep some control, something for myself. “NO man shall have you; no man shall touch you, as long as I am your Sir. Is that clear Pagan? No man…!!!” My hair is pulled tight burning my scalp, my neck stretched to its limit, I can feel his eyes burning into me as I tremble and do my best to avoid his gaze….Fuck this is so hot, I swear I am going to cum. “Sir, yes, Sir, yes.” My head is thrown against the sofa and he is moving off. My emotions and senses are swirling together, and I feel sick. My heart is thumping in my ears, I want to fight, to run, to scream, to gather myself, I need a moment to compose myself, to take it all in, the realisation that he wants all of me… I wriggle, I am held, the restraints tighten and then I feel the cold against my clit, what the fuck! I jump and gasp, so icy, moving up over my ass cheeks, soothing the heat and I relax. Then it is in me, so fucking cold, I writhe and moan at the sensation as it mixes with my wetness and starts to drip down my legs. My clit is on fire, my pussy contacting under the ice and I let out a moan, then Sir is gone, I hear his calm footsteps move away, water runs, and he is back. The cold flannel against my skin, soothing me, calming me, wiping my hair from my face. Sir lifts my head from the sofa and plants a gentle kiss on my cheek before seeking out my lips and I respond, so gentle, searching, sensual. He releases me and I relax my head back onto the sofa and I smile as he brushes his hand against my cheek…..my relief is short lived as all to soon that familiar sigh escapes his lips and I tense…..oh god, now what?….then…. Swoosh…the cane takes my left cheek and I can no more stifle a scream as the wetness on my cheeks radiates the *** through my body. Again, and again and again, I hold my breath twisting and turning to see his shadow dance on the walls as he plays with his toy… I feel the skin break, surely, surely now enough, and then he stops flicking the cane and starts to strike…fuck me no more. My ass is shaking, my legs are shaking, I am so close, so close, another and another, I can feel myself drifting, and then, a hand, between my legs, fingers inside me, darting in and out, flicking against my clit. “Sir please, mercy Sir, please I need to cum, for the love of god please!!”my plea is desperate. “You may cum Pagan. “ And Sir is rubbing hard, holding round my waist with his other hand, gripping me fast to stop me moving, it hurts, it sings, it throbs and then it is all over me, gushing, dripping, flowing and I have lost all control. Sir brushes his hands all over me, wet from my juices, his fingers in my mouth, I can taste me, so bitter, so nice and I collapse. Does he know, does he know how close I was to drifting into that beautiful place? Fuck I am spent. I raise my eyes to the table as Sir undoes my restraints, surely, surely there can be no more. I sink to the floor and he gathers me to him, my head on his lap as he strokes my hair, no words, just my tears running down my face and the softness off his hand brushing my cheeks. I am at piece. “I was going to use the table, but, maybe you have had enough for today Pagan,” I sigh, I am done…my body is shaking as I snuggle into my Sir. Bit Sir raises himself and I move back onto my knees, I can see him eyeing the table and I lower my head as he turns to look at me. “maybe. Up” I scramble to my feet and follow ***ly as he beckons me towards the table. No fight, no resistance, my lessons were coming swift and with purpose, and this sub was now firmly aware that to resist now would serve no purpose other than waste energy that I was so desperately short of. As I am bent over the table and Sir manoeuvres my hands into the restraints with as much care as a parent strapping a child into a car seat, I ponder over my transgressions that week, fully aware that this spirited sub was now feeling very much cornered and controlled. I am going to have to be incredibly careful with my new Master that is obvious, he is quite happy to let me hang myself out to dry. I jolt back to the present, he is rubbing my very sore ass, a tap and I spread my legs, a slap on my still swollen pussy, and another, then several fast slaps before he slips his fingers inside me and I groan at his touch. A hand on my back pushes me into the table and he is in me with one push, fuck that was hard. Sir is harsh, hard, insistent and I am tied so fucking tight I have no where to go. The hard table gives no release from the pounding and I am building fast, my pussy throbbing my clit rubbing against the table, Sirs hand is on my head grasping my hair and yanking my head up and back, my body ***d against him as I hear him groan and I beg for release. He is out of me as I cum all over his cock and before I have a chance to collapse on the table he is in my ass, fuck, straight in, no mercy, I am wet and ready and he takes, hard again, relentless and I am *** to hold on, to hold back, to resist and I give into the sensations sweeping over me. I beg to cum, Sir is out of me and fingering me hard, brutal, then rubbing my clit with no fucking mercy. I feel it build, fuck no, not again, please. I fight, my head is pushed into the table, he holds me hard and continues to rub, I scream into my wooden captor as I release all over him and he continues to push for more of me…until I am spent and sobbing. He stands and walks to the sink, I raise my soaked face to steel a look. He turns and I quickly lower my face, a glass of water is placed before me, “can you manage to get that with your hands bound?” I wriggle my aching body so I can stretch my hands to their maximum, my fingers straining for the glass and Sir pushes it just enough for me to grasp it. “I’m going for some air, drink.” And he is gone, and I am alone, ***, exhausted, the fire ebbing in my belly, my body shaking, every nerve raw and exposed. I am overwhelmed and the tears start to flow. My head chastises me for one last time…’you’ve done it this time girl, this one has you, this one you will not run from.’ And the tears flow some more. Untied I am sent to shower and change so we can go and get some food. Dressing I notice the ties on the bed, I am convinced they were not there before! I brush them out of my mind, I am in no state to think of anything else to come. I present myself for inspection and once again fall behind him as we head out of the apartment. The door is barely closed on return when Sir instructs me to change into my evening lingerie and present myself for inspection. This happens in silence as I am touched, teased, turned. I feel the wetness of my pussy escape me again and I bite my lip, unsure if I can take any more. The tap on the bed brings me back and I scramble up. The restraints slip round my writs and my legs are mercilessly pulled of the bed and spread. I feel his hand on me, exploring my exposed pussy, pulling on my lips, flicking against my clit. The smacks come hard and fast and I start to groan. Then he is gone, and I breathe, moving to check the room for any other toys, nothing, thank god. He is back and I once again feel the cold against my skin, what the fuck is that. Before I can work it out it is in me and I am gasping, fuck, fuck that is so dam cold; so cold I barely feel his fingers paying with my ass, and then the ice is circling me. No, hell no, I wriggle, and my back is pinned to the bed, I feel the cold ice slip inside my ass, slowly, carefully, maximising the sensation until I moan and whimper with delight. SMACK, fuck that hurt, my pussy smarts, the wetness adding to the sting. Then he is in me, hard again, holding me down, ”do not move,” his words commanding, his cock buries deep inside me, building, pushing, fuck I am going to explode, I beg, nothing, again, nothing, then he is out and rubbing and I am squirming, no I can’t, not again, there is nothing left in me, I am done, spent, finished. He holds me firm and rubs harder, switching between inside and out, my muscles contract, I judder and then with a sigh, I release, and it flows. There is no fight left in me, the sensation is overwhelming, goose bumps flow over me like raindrops and I give in to them, my nerve endings dance over my skin like lightening skating on the night sky, and there is nothing else I can do but surrender, I am at his mercy. Tears flow and I bury my head and release my last scream… Ben and Jerry’s cookie dough has never tasted so good, and my little bit of freedom from relaxed protocols makes it ever so tastier. I cry again, but this time from laughter as I tease Sirs cock and nipples with a tongue full of cookie dough. I am in heaven. The towels on the bed stained chocolaty and wet from a beautiful mix of sweat, ice cream and me. Poor housekeeping. I smile all through washing Sir in the shower, all through towelling him dry and all through midnight munchies. My jaw aches in the morning from a night of smiling as I wake him in his favourite way. And I am still smiling as I say my goodbyes at the train station. Returning to my car, the smile still on my lips I head home, convinced I will do better the next week. How could I possibly be a tease and unruly for someone so wonderful. Then I nibble my lip, and smile some more, ‘girl, you’ve been good so far, don’t push your luck my head warns me’ A chuckle escaped my lips as I pulled out of the train station…..pondering on whether Sir would like a lap dance, a striptease or both…..and how I was going to hint about the other side of his little sub……………………mmmmmm
PaganDawn Posted October 8, 2020 Author Posted October 8, 2020 Your welcome, thank you for taking the time to read it, Im glad you enjoyed it.
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