●Later That Same Day ~ fiction

 Later  That  Same  Day   {fiction}                        ©Quinn  July 2015
 .a continuation of  ‘Happy  Birthday  Baby’     get story  here  or in post list  arrow red circle

Later That Same Day intro WP

 a deep look into the planned, methodical seduction of a woman in love
 into  absolute  submissive  servitude  to the man  she thought she knew...

Avery handed me a glass of orange juice and a towel as I recuperated from our intense session of  ‘birthday sex’. I gave him  a  long  kiss and said–
‘Happy Birthday, honey.  I  love you,  Avery.’

‘Love you too, my sweet little slut.  Drink your juice.  Thank you for giving yourself over to me tonight, the perfect gift !  It showed me that you have the necessary ability as well as the desire to make me  happy– to please me. The ability is so important ! You enjoy pleasing me, don’t you?
’Yes,  I  do.  Very much.’

‘Of course you do. Tomorrow when Zack and his friend come over to fuck you for my entertainment, I will be always close, supervising and directing the activity.  No one will harm you–it’s all  good.  But you shall do whatever the guys want,  for my entertainment, that will please me.  And you want to please me, you want this,  don’t you !  I can see it.  A whore at heart’,   laughed.
‘Yes, Avery.’

I had already been picturing tomorrow’s fuck-fest. I’ve never fucked more  than one  man on any day, before tonight.  The thing of Avery wanting to watch someone else fuck me and being right there close–I don’t  really understand it, but it made me hot when it happened. And tomorrow Zack will fuck me again, with his big hot cock,  then his friend will fuck me.. . . anonymous slut whore sex with the other two men watching. Thinking of this had me excited and aroused again. So I suppose  that did make me a whore at heart. His  whore.

‘Go  make me a  drink, baby.  Make  one  for  yourself  too, and make ’em strong.’
‘Sure,  Avery.  Anything  for  you.’

When I returned he had a small velvet bag that I’d never seen before. He quickly drained his whiskey, staring at me as I drank about half of my orange juice and vodka.  Something about the look on his face told  me to finish my drink although I didn’t really want  all of  it.
‘Good, very  good.   Do you have to use the bathroom ?’

I did, and headed that way.  When I turned to shut the door, there was Avery, keeping it open with  his body wedged by the door and wall.

‘I’m  going  to  watch.  You  need  to  piss,  so  go  ahead  and  piss. ‘

‘Come on  Avery,  how about a little privacy ?
‘N o-–you don’t need privacy from me. I want to watch you piss and I will, even though you are embarrassed. Anything  I wanted,  you said.  Do  it. Do it now.’

True, I was embarrassed  but I badly needed to piss. There was something about doing as ordered that gave me an unfamiliar excited feeling, like an accomplishment, that I was making  him  happy.
‘Very good,  that’s my good girl.  Now come choose some music.’
I chose some Dire Straits and Santana.  Avery pulled an Ozzy Osbourne CD and started the play. He motioned me to join him on the sofa,  and  I noticed the unfamiliar velvet bag was next to him. He kissed me with a high level of passion that quickly awoke my pussy .

‘Take off your robe, honey, I want you naked except for those thigh-highs.  Close your eyes and  keep them closed,  understand ?’
I agreed.  He spread my legs open and began to finger-fuck me, slowly, sensually. Oh god yes, I wanted it!  But he stopped, and I heard him moving around and I wondered  what was  happening. Suddenly he put something on my face, an eye-mask blindfold.  He spoke close to my ear in a slow, deliberate tone.

‘Listen to me.  You gave me the gift of complete freedom in whatever I wanted tonight—the best gift ever!  I am in charge, always. You will continue to do everything I tell  you to do, because you want to please me and make me happy. True?’                    
 I nodded.
‘That  desire  to please  me  is  stronger  in  you  than  you  knew,   isn’t  it ?’
I nodded. ‘’Yes, Avery.”                                      .
‘Yes, it is.  In  fact  you can think of nothing else but that now, isn’t that right ?

He took me by the wrist to pull me up from the sofa, and spun me around, pulling my arms back to quickly snap handcuffs on me.  What the hell !  Then he led me across the room and positioned me, cuffed,  backed against the wall.
‘Do not  move until I tell you to.’  His tone said he was serious.  
’Yes, Avery.’

I was a little  scared now, with the direction the night had taken, but also keenly excited by his taking charge of me. He had planned this, obviously. Still, he is correct, I so much wanted to please him–that was my one and only thought  now.

‘Tonight your sexual horizon was expanded, wouldn’t you say? The whole time it was under my direction, if you recall. I didn’t tell you to do anything you couldn’t handle. You went places you’d never gone before, and it was all good. Do you agree with this statement ?’
‘Yes, Avery. Yes.’

‘From this  moment on I am taking control of you  sexually. I know how to  give  you what you need, what you secretly crave. And you will give me what I need  from you. You want  to earn my approval and satisfaction — you  need   it.
‘Yes, Avery,  ok.’
‘Repeating– Understand that I am in control of you now. You will respect my authority  absolutely, and you will obey me–not from fear but because you  want  to obey me.’

I didn’t care for that word–obey–it was like I was a dog. I giggled, remembering ‘South Park’ and Eric Cartman–‘respect-mah-ah-thor-itay’.  I  was a  little drunk from the vodka.

Avery wrapped a length of my hair around his hand and pulled me to him. His voice had  a deadly serious tone I’d never heard before. ‘Is there something funny about what I told  you ?’
‘No,  no !  I  was  reminded  of  a  funny  thing  on  South  Park.’
‘I  require your full attention, slut.’ He emphasized his point by pressing his knuckles into the small of my back, pushing  me forward to him. ‘Are you hearing me ?’
‘I’m  sorry,  yes  Avery.’
‘The first thing you  will  give me is respect. Respect and obedience, always.’
‘Yes,  Avery.’
‘A  correct  form  of   respectful  address  is “Sir.’
A  pause hung in the air. Oh I see, he wanted  me  to say it, to call  him  Sir. . ok.

‘Yes, Sir.’
‘Good Girl ! When you please me, you may –or may not– be rewarded, at my discretion, of course.’  He grinned slyly as he expertly twirled his finger on my clit.

(oh god yes!  I’ll  be so good and obedient !  Yes, yes, Sir !  Yessiree!  yes-sir-ee-bob! I was sure feeling that vodka now, all floaty and giddy–and  horny. I want  his fat juicy cock in me  Right Now!) 

‘Oh  my  slut  is  horny !  She  wants cock.  Isn’t  that  right, slut ?
Yes, Sir.’   I  couldn’t  help  my  smile.
‘Yes, Sir — what ?  Say it.’ 
‘Yes, Sir,   I  want  your  cock.  Sir.’
‘Say it again,  louder.’
‘I  want  your  cock, Sir.’
‘Why do you want my cock ?… whore.’
‘Sir,  I need you to fuck me with your cock.’

“Yes,  you  do. .  and  what  will you  do for  me,  to  get  what  you  want ?’
‘Anything.  Sir.’
‘What was that again?’
‘I  will  do  anything  you  want,  Sir.’
‘Good Girl ! –anything  I  want.  Always  the  correct  answer !’

‘Yes, Sir.’ There was something about him saying ‘Good Girl’ that made me tremble, and
I had sudden butterflies–that strange weakened feeling, the powerful high I’d felt earlier. 
He removed the blindfold  and  kissed me passionately, his arms circling my waist, pulling me to him so that I could feel his stiff cock– oh god please just fuck me now!

‘What I want now is for you to look into your heart for the truth– do you  wish to be Mine ? –truly Mine ? and to know that no harm will come to you at my  protection, ever. I will provide the environment for you to blossom, both sexually and personally, under my guidance and control.  I know what you need,  perhaps more than you yourself know,  and I will provide it to you.  Do you wish to give  yourself to me totally?’
He  pressed his cock  lightly against my pussy.

“Yes.  Yes, Sir!  I need you, your guidance, and want so much to make you happy.’
‘Understand  that this is no joke,  this is not some frivolous game. This is Real. Are you really ready for it?  I’ll give you a day to think it over, because once you take that  step forward there is no going  back, understood?’  
 He pressed his cock against me, harder.  . . I was throbbing, hungry for it.

‘Yes, Sir,   but I don’t need to think it over.’
‘Tell me,  slut.’
‘Sir, I  want very much to be  yours  and  under your control.  I  need  it. I  didn’t  know that until I felt your power over me tonight. There was a certain feeling that I didn’t understand until you put light on it, my strong desire for loving service to you.  I  need  that,  Sir.’

‘It is called submission, the complete and total giving-over of yourself, physically and mentally.  The capital S  Surrender and Submission.  Are you  sure?’
‘Yes, Sir.’ 
‘Good Girl– tell me.’  He ran his ‘fuck finger’ down the division of my ass  while teasing  me with the wet tip of his cock . . . oh dam. . .please!

‘Oh Sir,  yes, yes! – I  will  submit  totally  to  you,  and  you  will  take  care of  me.
I will  try  to  do  my  very  best  to  always  obey  you,  and  to  please  you.’

‘Excellent, my good little slut– except for your mistake.’  He pulled his cock away from me.

‘Sir?’  My heart was thumping, my stomach tightened.
‘You do  not  ‘try’ to do your best  to obey. That  presumes  possible  failure.  You will obey me, period.  Without question and without fear, and certainly without failure.  Am I clear?‘
‘Yes, Sir, thank you  for the correction.  I need  the  obedience.   I need you.’

‘Yes,  you  do.  And  now–-you  are  Mine.   Mine.  I  own you- –you  are  my  property, by  your consent. Your one purpose is to please and serve me, for anything I want.  Anything.  Now look at  me,  your  Master!’    He twirled his finger on my clit.

I was beaming. .”Yes, Sir,  what may I do for you, to please you now?’
‘Good Girl!’. . and he just stood there, close,  holding  eye contact  to the point where
I wanted to look away,  but sensed correctly that I should  not.

‘My  sweet Good Girl.  You will now address me as ‘Master’. ‘Sir’ is also acceptable.  Know that the need to make decisions is over for you now. The last decision that you shall make is your submission, and it is defined by my having that sole power. There cannot be two in power at the same time.  It  is  always me,  and  only  me.’
‘Yes, Sir.  Master.’

‘In submitting completely to my control, to my natural Dominance, you will know a freedom from the confusion and stress of  decision-making.  This freedom will allow you to fully experience your sexual self, far  beyond what you now feel to be your limitations.  This freedom will also enable you to experience  your deepest need for me– how to  best please and serve me  in what I want at any given time.  You will  feel the  incredible  joy that  your submissive service will give you.  The intensity of your joy will derive from the  strength of  your submission, the purity of your devotion to me.

I know that you feel an unfamiliar ‘high’ now, better than any drug, but it’s nothing compared to the intense high you will know from the glorious joy of submission in the purest love for your Master–and  his glorious  love for you.  You can’t fully grasp  these concepts  now–but  you will  see,  you  will.’

He did not tell her that the ‘submissive high’,  the joy referred to–a part of  the ‘submissive frenzy’ in new submissives–was of benefit to him, vital in  binding her to him emotionally, mentally,  and physically.

‘Yes, Sir,  yes,  I want that !  Thank you.  Master.’’
‘You are welcome, My whore. My slut. My Good Girl. However, what you want is irrelevant. It is what I want–me– always ME. What I want is a submissive who understands and embraces submission for what it truly means, and you will when you trust me in my guidance. Everything done or required is towards the purpose of  my satisfaction  and of course, my pleasure.
You  already trust me. Did I steer you wrong with Zack ? No. Did I push you?  Yes–to new experiences and feelings, and it was all good. I would never put a demand on you that you could not handle. As your understanding and acceptance of submission expands, what you can handle will likewise expand.  Onward and upward!
‘Yes, Master.’  

That all sounded fine and good, but I wondered what he would require of me in the future. It made me a little nervous–scared, actually. But I love him and have  always  trusted  him  and  he’s  never betrayed  that before.

Avery had recognized the undiscovered submissive in her, and that was the reason she was his girlfriend. Her birthday gift offer of whatever-you-want was a delightful surprize, telling him it was time to proceed with her submersion into submission:
she  was  ripe  and ready.

He knew how to direct a submissive to the endless road of unquestioned service and devotion to him. There were things that could be done to mold his submissive to the perfect obedience and worship he required. Some of the common techniques had been applied already, with the expected success– the alcohol, the toying with her sexual arousal, the constant statements of his rightful dominance–and there were others to be used as deemed necessary.

He thoroughly reveled in the results of his manipulations, predictable as they were, then pushing his control further, higher. He loved that this girl –the whore– as well as each previous whore-would so quickly and willingly surrender herself, her body –and her mind– to  be  his  playthings.  Coaxing them to the point of subjugation was not difficult; he had chosen each because he knew they would go down easy,  and this one was  no exception.  They were all the same to him.

It was now, at the beginning of the journey, that the necessary ‘guidance’–the mind control and humiliation–was crucial for establishing the tone and color of the girl’s mindset, so that she would think of nothing else but the required obedient service and worship of  him,  Master of her soul.

He replaced the blindfold.  I was still in position against the wall.
‘Can you follow directions, slut ?’
‘Yes, Sir. Master.’
‘Very good. Now spread your legs and  shove  your  pussy  as far  forward  as  you  can, and  hold that position.’
‘Yes, Master ‘’ I did as ordered, and heard a repeating camera shutter–he was taking pictures.  That made me feel weird  and  I wondered  what he was  going to do with them.
‘A lovely pose for a whore.  You  are  a whore, aren’t you ?’
‘Yes, Master.’ 

Tonight was the first time he called me slut and whore, and I couldn’t help smiling.I took it as a sign of special  affection,  I could  tell  that’s how he  meant it.

I was jolted by a sudden sharp pain as he pinched my clit.   I winced but said nothing.
He continued his sharp pinches and I was determined to ‘tough it out’.  Then I was startled by another sensation–his tongue twirling around my clit . . oh yes . . yes ! . then more pinches, followed by more tongue,  then just his tongue.  I was close to cumming  and he knew it.

‘Oh  by  the  way—you  may  not  cum  without  my  permission,  slut. Understand?’
 (What ? !   Oh hell !)  . . ‘Yes,  Master.’
‘But my dear horny little  whore—I am not an unreasonable man.  I take care of my precious slut.  If  you need to cum for me,  you may do so now.’
He twirled his tongue again, and as I reached the point of no return he simultaneously applied his tongue and a hard pinch to my clit. Oh good god! . I exploded in a huge orgasm–it  surprized  the hell  out of me,  the  pain  boosting  the pleasure part. . . wow.    

‘Did I not tell you that I know what you need?’   He chuckled, then whispered close to my ear–  ‘Pain  and  pleasure  mingle  into  one.’
‘Yes, Master, thank you,  thank you,  Sir!’
‘Very well, slut.’


He removed the blindfold and led me to his study, to his computer.  I was still handcuffed.  He typed something on the computer then turned on the video camera connected to it.  The area of its aim had a small tarp on the floor covered with towels. It had been planned and done beforehand — apparently he’d been sure of my agreement to submission.  

‘You’re going to put on a little show now, for my entertainment. ‘ He directed me where to stand, with my legs spread and my pussy thrust out as before. He gave my nipples a very sharp  pinch, and held it for a time.
‘Tell the camera your name  and what you are.’
I said my name and said I was his property.
‘True, you are that–and what else did we learn tonight ?’

“Sir, I am a dirty slut cockwhore.’  I smiled.
‘You are indeed—and we wouldn’t want it any other way! And you are my—?’
‘I am your submissive, Sir.’
‘And, again you are—?’
‘I am your property,  Sir.’
‘Yes, you are.. . and that makes me—?’
‘My Master. You are my Master.’
‘Say it again.’
‘You are my Master.’
‘Well done, Good Girl!’  He pulled my head back by my hair and licked my neck as he teased my pussy.

‘Tell the men watching us now on  live cam  what we will be doing tomorrow.’
“Sir, tomorrow our friend Zack will come here with a buddy and they will each fuck me while you watch.’   Saying it to people I didn’t know was  embarrassing.
“I’ll bet the men watching you now on the live cam wish they could come over too and fuck  a slut whore.’
‘Yes, Sir.’ I didn’t know what else to say to that. I was so very tired from my strenuous night, which didn’t seem to be ending any time soon.

‘Ok,  now  that  it  has  been established  what you  are : my property,  my submissive,   and a cock-whore slut,  it’s Showtime!  Turn to your left,  sideways to the camera.’
He pulled up on the handcuff chain to bend me down, and whispered that if I loved his cock,  to say it for the camera.
‘Sir, I love your cock, please fuck me.’

He laughed. . ‘Ain’t she great, guys?  She loves my cock and  begs me to fuck her!   Do you need me to fuck you, slut?  Tell  me  and everyone watching.’
“Yes, Sir,  please, Master,  yes – fuck me.’

My voice was flat from the overwhelming fatigue–it had been a very long and strenuous night, sexually, and emotionally as well– and now   I could  barely keep my eyes open.  A sudden funny thought—I should tell him,  do whatever you’re going to do, knock yourself out, then wake me when you’re done,  I’ll be grabbing a nap.

‘Here goes, guys–fucking it for the first time as a declared submissive–just signed up tonight!’
He held the handcuff chain firmly and grasped my hair with his other hand to help steady me. He eased his thick cock into me from the rear– standing doggy–pulling out all the way before re-entry. Dam, that felt  great, and I love him fucking me from the rear, it gets me  so incredibly hot–it’s just so primal, animalistic.
As he picked up the pace, fucking me deeper and faster, he said  in a low voice –‘Now that you have surrendered to me, this–(a slap to my ass)-is Mine. Whenever
I want it, I take it.’
‘Yes,  Master.’  

I wasn’t entirely happy with that statement, but the wheels of that train were  already rolling  . . . and  did  he  just refer to  me  as  ‘it’ ??
I’d agreed to this while I was a little drunk, but that was irrelevant, because I said – yes I’m sure – and declined  the  cooling off period of considering my decision.  Now it was permanent, on whatever terms and conditions struck  his fancy.  But I do have the strong  desire, a driving need really,  to submit to his whims because it pleases him. I loved pleasing him earlier tonight as his birthday present! My focus now and forward, is to always, always please him  in obedience, doing everything he wants of me.  I need  him to see how well.I obey, how much I love him.

He let go the handcuff chain and steadied me with a hand to my abdomen. He started fucking me even harder and deeper, pounding me,  grunting like an animal.
It hurt a little, he was so rough.
‘How y’all like what you see,  me fucking my cockwhore?’  he said for the camera.

I thought that was creepy, making a narrated performance for the camera and the unknown, invisible audience. It could have been one guy, or 286 guys, who knows?
I imagined him thinking that he wanted his cam audience to see me cum from his glorious fucking. He’s pretty narcissistic. But I was right–he trailed his fingers through the accumulation of cum on me from earlier and slid his fingers around on my clit. The slick lubrication  perked me up  quick–shit,  that felt  so good,  I could cum so easy now.  

He moved his hand down to my pussy and did some fancy fingerwork on my clit.
‘Who’s a slut?’—-    “I am, Sir.’
‘Who’s a whore– a cock-whore?’—    ‘I am, Sir.’
‘Yes, you are a slut and cock-whore, no question about it. And you’re so good at it–you cannot deny your true nature!’ I didn’t know if he was kidding around or serious.

‘Don’t you just love being the center of attention on the webcam?  Men from all over the globe are watching you get fucked like a whore! The US of course, and Russia. Brazil. Philippines. Australia. Slovinia. England. Italy. South Africa. Iceland. Saudi Arabia. Portugal.  Poland.  Malaysia. Denmark . . and more. They don’t all understand English but they all understand a man fucking his woman whenever he wants to. Spread your legs a little more, honey.’

He put both of his hands on my inner thighs, near my pussy.  He held my legs spread  as he vigorously pounded me, hard and deep, rougher than before, with a hostile force, it seemed–it hurt.
‘Bitch’,  he said in a low voice for only me to hear. ‘My Bitch. My fucking whore, cock-sucking  fuck-hole Bitch.’

Then he smiled brightly for the camera:
‘Tell us how many men are gonna fuck you tomorrow?’   
‘Three.  You, our friend  Zack, and Zack’s friend.  Three, Master.’
‘Such a whore you are.’  He did some more fancy fingerwork at my pussy to boost my arousal  and I felt the need to cum growing  very quickly–I was teetering on the edge of urgency.
‘Master please– permission to cum ?’

He laughed loudly. “Ah yes– there it is.  Yes. Yes !  Cum for your Master. Cum!’
I dissolved in a wonderful sparkly swirling ecstasy of orgasm, weakened to his power over me. It seemed to go deliciously on and on.  If he hadn’t been holding me steady I would not have been able to stand.

‘See what I did there, guys?’  he said to the camera. ‘Got it all worked both physically and mentally, reminding her what a whore she is. They love that ! And through her desperate need, she still obeyed my order to ask permission.  Fellas, this is your example of what your submissive should be if she’s worth anything.’
As he spoke he continued to expertly tease my clit, his cock still filling me. I felt another round inching up on me quickly–I always have at least two. I badly wanted his hot cum erupting in me, but he didn’t give it up; he’d always had great control in that. 

Then  he  stopped, withdrew.  Oh hell.
He finished his drink in a long gulp.  His erect cock bounced around as he spoke and  he gazed upon it lovingly,  slick and shiny with my cum, stroking it at times.
‘Sit down, knees up, legs spread.’  He looped a short bungee cord through the handcuff chain and around the leg of the desk.
‘Listen to me, listen well.’ 

He has  talked  non-stop  through this whole thing, and he keeps saying the  same things  over, and over, and over.  I try to pay really close attention but I’m so tired  now that it’s a  struggle, and  I  don’t want  him to see that.   

‘Whenever you need to cum — you know to ask my permission,  if  I have  not  already  told you to cum for Master. Good Girl. I  am a  fair and generous man and  Master  when  I  am  pleased. want  you  to  cum with  my  big  hot  cock  fucking  you,  it  honors me,  the  Master–who caused you to cum.  You  have  to  cum for me,  you must,  it is beyond your control.  You  surrender  to  me,  man and Master, my power, because  you  must.  You  have relinquished your free will  and surrender  all  to me,  you  are Mine — it’s  just  that simple.  I like a strong will in a submissive, as long as she understands it is no longer her own, but mine in her submission to me.

What man doesn’t like to see his bitch -or any bitch- having an orgasm? Am  I right, guys? Yes–we see the pure pleasure that the man’s cock gives her as he claims his pleasure from her. Or the man’s tongue- it is the Man who grants and allows her pleasure. Vibrators can be useful tools for him, as they can speed things up towards his goal of the woman’s physical and mental surrender to him, the Man. 

That super-strong one I got you as a gift, whore — you told me it was so strong  that you can cum in 10 seconds if you choose.  However, as you know, that choice is no longer yours, but mine.  I  am  the  Man,  and  more  importantly  above that,  I  am  your  Master, the  source of  all  that  is  good  and  wonderful  for  you  now.   So  hear  this–

You  are  forbidden to pleasure  yourself.  You will not, unless I demand  it, and at times I will demand it, like earlier tonight. I will watch you, and perhaps share the performance,  as I did  tonight with Zack. . .or maybe on the live cam.  The other men love to see that  while they jack off  at the computer!

And  know  this –at  times the permission to cum may be denied,  but  always for a reason, a  purpose.  That purpose could be  to strengthen your submission, because that’s what you need  at the moment,  or  it could be to  allow for a  much  bigger and  longer  orgasm when I do  at last permit it.  Or it might be just for my amusement–just because I can, in my control of you.’  He chuckled in a way that sounded a  bit  deranged; it  was  unsettling.

He knelt in front of me, to bring his cock level  to my face.
‘Open  your  mouth, whore,  suck  my  cock  the  way  I  like  it.  Suck  my  cock!’

I obeyed him;  I like sucking his thick, hot, juicy cock,  the one that  fucks me and shoots its cumload in me. I love his cock . . I really do. He grabbed my head and quickly made it a vigorous throat-fuck, hard and rough,  that had me  gagging again like earlier tonight.  But I liked it, because he liked it–for demonstrating his power over me. He held a position deep in my throat to the point where I couldn’t fully get my breath. I started to feel a bit dizzy.

‘You  love  it, bitch,  you  love  my  cock  any old  way  you can get it.’  I made sounds meant to be ‘Yes, Master.  Then he  pulled  out  nearly all the way, ordering  that I not let my mouth off his cock.  That entailed me grabbing it with my mouth and really sucking, trying to  keep it as he pulled away.  

He soon prevailed, saying ‘Oh–no cumload for you, then!’ and shifted his position towards the camera while he shot and squirted his cum for his audience,  then milked his cock for any remaining.  That was  just weird.
Then he made me lick his slimy cum off his cock,  as he resumed  his lecture.
verything is under my decision and control, and my whims. Every decision, every minute of every day– is  always  all  about  me.  This  knowledge  should  be automatic to you now, into your bones and DNA.  I see  your  powerful desire  and  need to  please  me,  which  will  serve  you  well,  and  of  course  serve  me  well!     ( the weird laughter again. )

‘Because you crave obedience to me, to my demands,  I am confident that we have a strong understanding and agreement regarding your future behavior. However, there is the possibility that discipline may be necessary at some point.
Discipline is not a punishment– it is a re-focusing of your purpose and goal by various means, for your reflection on the sincerity of your submission.  
Perhaps you may be denied permission to speak, a blindfold might be used to eliminate distractions, or your movement could be restricted to ‘corner-time’, a time-out for reflection. You might be denied sleep, or made to do something that you don’t like sexually–or even a household chore such as oven-cleaning.  Perhaps I  may withhold my attention from you for a period  of  time, including  attention  from my cock, which should certainly focus your attention.

If these methods are unsuccessful, or in the case of repeated  violations, the next step to rectify the wrong thinking and  behavior would  indeed  be  physical punishment. I don’t envision punishment often, if at all. I don’t ever want to hurt you, but that may be required and necessary at some point, for re-focusing your purpose. Correction of any deficiencies  or failures requires a  strong and memorable lesson.

Yes, pain would  be  the method used to correct you of your deficiency, the flaw that made you forget or disregard the lessons of discipline. Pain is quite effective for this, as it delivers its message with an immediate yet lasting impression. These things must be seriously and  promptly addressed,  to kill  the bad seed  quickly .

If you earn  discipline or a  punishment  you  will  always  be told  exactly what it’s for. All punishments,  should they be required, will be appropriate to the offense. I am nothing if not fair. This is all towards the purpose of strengthening your submission  and perfecting you  for  fulfillment of  my  requirements.

Reasons for physical punishment include willful disobedience, the failure to do as told.  Disregard of established rules. Disrespect–challenging my absolute authority, sassiness or backtalk.
Of course it is by my  decision, always, when -or IF–you  are  permitted  to cum. You will not know when that may occur–as I said, it may be my pure whim.  But a situation with denied permission could be part of a punishment, if  you had displeased or disobeyed  me.  Maybe you’re wondering—how is it  that a punishment  situation  has  sex,  that  seems to make no sense.  Yes,  it does seem strange, doesn’t it ? 

If you cannot or will not control your need to cum against my orders  within a  punishment situation as well,  severe correctional  penalties  would  be  necessary– a double  violation is  how  I see  it.  I  will  tell  you  now  that  you  would  not  enjoy  finding  yourself  in  that situation.
A  severe  penalty’s effect and outcome  would  be  akin to the  old  story of  the toddler putting  her  hand  on the stove.  She’s  told  No,  but  does  it  anyway,  and  it  hurts like fucking  hell,  her body is shocked,  she’s screaming, crying — but  she learns that  critical  lesson–   ‘I won’t  put my hand  on the  stove  again.’
And  she  doesn’t.

 Do you have any questions?   Do you fully  understand this?’
‘Yes, Master, I understand.’
‘Do you ?’
‘Yes, Master, I understand.’

‘Yes, Master, I understand.’

oh  wow,  he’s  given  a  lot  of  thought  to  maybe  hurting  me–what have I gotten myself into ?? I’ve been obedient to everything he’s required, he’s been pleased, so I’m wondering–where’s this  ‘incredible   joy’  from service  that  he said  I would  have ?


‘You’ve been so attentive to me today, past the fact it was my birthday.  You have obeyed every demand  I’ve required of you. Good Girl ! And  now you have submitted your will to mine, surrendered your very self  in your driving need and desire to serve and honor me. A great day, it is !   Now don’t go anywhere, whore, I shall return shortly.’  He went to the kitchen to make himself a drink.

So here I am, restrained to the desk with that stupid camera rolling. Oh that’s why  he laughed when he said- don’t go anywhere. . I’m so dam tired- exhausted, really, that  my brain is slow now, I can’t concentrate anymore.  I closed my eyes and quickly sank into a fitful sleep,  more a half sleep, half awake  state.

‘What’s this ! asleep on the job ? You may sleep later–we’re not done here yet.’  He put his drink to my mouth and told me to drink from it.   It was really strong with whiskey– it did not go down smoothly at all.  After 6 swallows he took back his drink.  I felt it right away, on my empty stomach and exhausted state. But I was feeling better. I think he planned out even this little detail.

He was staring at my pussy and smiling. ‘Spread your knees further, show me your hole’.  Even with him saying that crude word that I hated,  my pussy was waking up, beginning to throb. I suddenly wanted him to ram his cock into me as hard as he could.  I was unaware   that I giggled.

‘Tell me what’s funny, whore’.
‘I was just imaging your big hard cock fucking my pussy and that made me happy.’

He released the bungee restraint. ‘Of course it made you happy!  You know it would please me to fuck the living hell from your pussy, taking you any way I wanted., and that is exactly what I will do. Pleasing me is your only thought or concern now.  Well done, my dear little subby.’

Oh, he was good at this, shaping my words into something I was not even thinking when spoken.  Yes, for him it IS  all about him, and only him. I’m only a player in  his ongoing drama. . .Oh I’m so fuckn tired.  But I do want him to fuck me, good and hard !

 ‘Keep your position, be right back’ and he returned within the minute,  bringing my super-strong vibrator used earlier.   He plugged it in, and gulped down most of his whiskey drink.

”I want you to stand  up now, sideways to the camera as before and spread your legs more.’  From under his desk he pulled out two standard bricks and directed me  to stand on them.  This equalized our height more,  and he could work his pelvis in under me, for leverage in thrusting deep. He resumed his energetic fucking of me, and  I felt a fresh  energy.  

I like it that there’s strange men watching me get fucked on videocam.  They wanna see a horny slut taking a big fat cock.  They wanna be the man fucking me.    I like that !  This is new to me,  enjoying other men watching me do sexual things–something I didn’t know was in me until tonight.  It is Master who unveiled that for me.  It’s true, he knows what  I  need  more  than I myself  know.

‘How do you like this‘, he growled, ramming his cock upwards in me from behind and  below me.  The force was great enough  to lift me to my  tiptoes,  He repeated it  several times..

 “My cock is like a King, and you’re the king’s sex whore.  They had those, ya know.   King wanted to fuck, one of his many whores was summoned and used as his fuck-hole, there were hundreds of fuck-hole whores to use.  Whatever he wanted, he would have—whenever he fucking wanted it— he was fucking King.   And  I am your fucking King — your King and Master.  I  get whatever  I want– but  I  don’t  need to  take it,  because it  will  all  be  given  freely  by  you,  with  love.  You love me.’

‘Yes, Master, of course.’

“Yes, of course!’  he laughed.  He lightly bit my neck,  with one hand to my throat  as he shot  his cumload  into me.  Mixing with the  night’s previous deposits, most of it slid down my legs. He scooped some with his fingers and striped my  face with the  slimy substance, then scooped more which he put to my mouth,  ordering me to suck his cum from  his fingers.  I  obeyed  his  demand,  trying  hard  to  love  it.  My need to obey and please  is  always foremost in my mind,  it is the force and energy that  sustains me  — my opinion is not a part of it. .

‘Oh Good Girl, you dirty Good Girl! You want so much to please me, you need so badly to please me, don’t you?’
‘Yes  I  do,  of course,  Master, yes.’
“Squat right here over this towel and piss for me–piss for the camera. Be nasty-do it now.’

Oh good lord, all those men around the world watching me piss, how embarrassing. But I did as ordered, I will never disobey Master.
‘Good Girl, Good Girl.  Now stand up and look at me.  You want me to piss on you,  don’t  you,  whore ?’

I  said  nothing,  because  I  did  not  want  to  say  ‘no’  to  him.   Ever.  

What the fuck,  are you fucking joking ! . . hell no. . I said to myself.  I was trying to process the meaning of his statement. He wants to PISS on me like I’m a toilet or garbage.  Am I garbage ? It’s degrading and even hostile, I don’t understand why people think it’s erotic, it’s disgusting. Especially piss on the face or mouth,  disgusting beyond words.

His statement alarmed me– and I  knew  then and  there he would  be pissing on me,  no  matter  what  I  said–
I  knew  I  had  no  say  about it. 
He seemed to know what I was feeling and the reason for my silence.

He turned the vibrator’s motor on Low, and applied the tip directly to my clit.  I was at his mercy, instantly weakened  by the immediate urge to cum. I’d learned from past  situations and incidents, that moments like this today, with my will evaporating quickly and  my self-control overpowered–are the most dangerous for me.
I would agree to anything in those moments,  helpless, at times using poor judgment in the urgency of extreme arousal— just as it sometimes is for men, with their cocks doing the thinking and making the decisions.   It  didn’t help  that  I  was  tipsy  from  the drink.

He told me that he knew deep down that I wanted him to  piss on  me.  He  told me that  I  would  be craving his piss, begging him to piss on me, and  mean it.  He reminded me  that  he  knew what I needed more than
I myself knew,  and  that  all decisions were  his now,  which I’d  agreed to in  my  voluntarily submission. I  consciously kept my face  neutral  so  he  wouldn’t  see  evidence  of  what  I  was  thinking.

“Know that this is not a ‘request’– understand this absolutely!  If – or when – I want it,  I  will do it,  and  at  any time  I  wish. That  is  a fact.  What is at issue now is the fact that you will  want  for me to piss  on you,  that  you will absolutely crave it,  ache for it,  and beg  me for it.     And  you  will  tell   me  such,  in  total  honesty and  truth.’

He used the vibrator as an effective tool of  seduction of my arousal while stating—
‘You want  me to piss on you. You want it, you know you do.  You need it.  You need me.  You need to please your Master. You want nothing more at this moment than to please me, to serve my desires. You  are consumed by the need to please me.’                                                    .
Then  he withdrew the buzzing vibrator. . (Hey- I  want the vibrator !  Please. I need it !)
He repeated his tease, taking expert aim at the perfect spot, telling me:

‘You want me to piss on you,  don’t you?.  You do. . . you want it so badly.  This  is  my gift to you,  you have earned this high honor by  giving  yourself  over to  me.  My piss  is  your  reward  for  giving  yourself over to me, for  pleasing  me.  You  want  so  very  much to  please  me,  to  surrender  to  me.  You  love  your  Master.  You love me — show me.’

 And  again using  the power of the vibrator to  tease me:
‘You need me to piss on you, as proof that I want you. . You hunger for it,  you crave it.  You crave to know the honor of my piss on you.  You want  that love so badly- so hot and   seductive on  your hungry naked  body, from the same cock that you crave for the fuck. . . you want  my piss all over you,  the strongest  mark  that  you are  all  mine,  my sweet  dirty  little  whore.’ 
He withdrew the vibrator, then  teased me with a brief touch  before withdrawing again.

Grinning broadly at my helpless condition,  he positioned himself in front of me so that  the head of his cock grazed my pussy, at a deliberate distance. He slid 2 fingers in and began a slow finger-fuck,  and continued using the vibrator’s lure to snare me further.                                   .
 In an intimate tone he said:  ‘You want to see the gold flow from my cock onto you,  the precious gold, hot and wet.  You crave me to piss on you. You want it. You need it. You need it -simply because you’re a fucking  whore — my whore.  All my whores crave my piss.  You need it so much. you can barely  stand it.  You crave it so much that  it hurts –you must  have it. . Be my Good Girl  and go Low  for  me. Tell me.’

He  stepped back to take in the effects of his actions, his plan.   I was breathing heavier and squirming under the  effects of my  high arousal.
He gave a small laugh and touched the vibrator tip to me once again –leaving  it there.

‘You will feel my strength and power in my piss.  You crave my hot piss claiming  you  in  your debauchery.  You can no longer deny it.  It’s very simple. You  will  give me  what I  want,  no  matter what  it is,  and  I  shall give  you what  you  need.  Tell  me.  Now.’

‘Oh god  yes, YES ! PLEASE,  Master–piss on me.   Please!  I  do  want  it. ! YES !’
‘Tell  me  again’  he said,  his  face  just  inches  from  mine.

I was startled by the sudden realization that I secretly yearned for this demonstration  of his dominance.  I  wanted  him  to  piss on me now,  I  really did !–for him to dominate me in that way.  I felt the stomach butterflies in this revelation of  my true  desire and  drive to submit  totally to his  dominance and control. I  did  need it,  and want it,  and craved  it beyond reason.

‘You were right, Sir.  YES!  I  do  want it,  I want it so bad ! I need to have you do this.  I need you to piss on me,  to please your dark desires.  Please, please, I  need it so much it hurts.    Please  give  me  your  piss,  Master. Please !’ I  was  near  tears  in  my  emotional  sincerity. . the truth  —  and urgency.
‘Master PLEASE- permission ??

‘Oh yes, there it is, my best Good Girl. You may cum for me now.  Cum for Master.’

Oh shit, that was close, I’m surprised I could hold back cumming so long. He leaves that strong vibrator on me and expects me not to cum until he gives fucking permission ?  or maybe he doesn’t ?  fuck that shit!  Plus he’s gonna   piss on me.
I was coerced into saying I wanted it, but he’s gonna do it anyway,  even if I didn’t say yes.  But  now  I do  want it,  I actually  really  do want it, because he does.  I want to be as nasty as he wants me to be.    

He was chuckling in that weird  twisted way again.    This whole process was not new to him,  and the submissive’s reactions and acceptance were predictable–he’d done this before. They all crumbled at his feet, begging him to piss on them. Some were after degradation, and others believed his sweet talk  telling of the pure glory of it. They  were  all  so  easy;  still,  he got a deep pleasure from the dance,  messing with their minds.  The timed orgasm tied to their acquiescence was a highly successful tool, cementing their frenzied agreement to be his piss-whore.

‘Good Girl, you went Low for me easy, easier than I thought it would be.  I am quite pleased.  I knew you would crave my piss all over you, to make you all mine,  in submission to my rightful domination.  I’ve told you that I  know what you need more than you yourself.   You dirty  whore,  going  Low on  the first day. .  Maybe  I  shall  demand  that you  drink  it,   drink  my  gold  inside  you,  to  be  in  your  blood.’  .

Just as he’d said I would, I had told him that I wanted him to piss on me, and meant it . . . then  pleaded  with  him  for his  piss. . . all  for  real.

He expertly manipulated my arousal and emotions until I became weakened in my vulnerabilities,  helpless — then went in for the sure conquest. .  I recognized his method,  his plan,  to get what he wanted  from me,  but he is  much stronger than me. He  shined   his light on  it  and  I  really  and  truly  wanted  his  piss  now.
I so badly want to please him by welcoming his piss on me,  just because  he wants to do this thing considered taboo.  I  think  he  wants  to see how deep  I will go in debauchery for him.  He’s shown he has an appetite for it,  that’s for  sure.  He’s made me face  my  own depravity, to befriend it, and  now we may know the depths of our depravity  together.

‘I  am  yours,  Master, and  I  would   drink  your  golden  piss  to  please  you.’  I felt a  high I’d never known before.  He was right, of course, all along and I did  ache for it,  just  as he’d said.

‘Good Girl,  Good Girl,  you went Low for me quick,  and that pleases me very much !   Low means someone who will wallow in intense debauchery, a depraved individual who will do basically anything.  Anything, no  matter how disgusting.  Kneel to me,  now.’

I  obeyed, dropping  down to the common submissive position,  and reached for his cock  with  my  mouth, keeping my eyes locked to his.  It was already hard–my submission to being pissed on, telling him so,  had  excited him–and his cock– and me as well.

‘This  wasn’t  in  the  plan but  I  will  allow you to suck my cock. . suck the  King’s  cock.’   I’d forgotten the videocam was still broadcasting until he said :
‘Hey guys–did ya hear- she begged me to piss on her,  begged me,  and never been wet  before either. Then she kneels down to me to suck it. The perfect personal whore – does ANYTHING  I say.  She’s a keeper !’ He laughed.

All this time I was still handcuffed,  I think he forgot about that.  He withdrew his cock from  my mouth and loudly ordered me to lay down on my back, legs open. 

The first splash of his piss to my clit almost had me cumming. . my god -it was  glorious, with an intensity I’d never known !  He kept his aim to my pussy briefly,  then up my body to my throat, then returned to my pussy.   It just kept on coming, hot  and  golden  and  glorious.                           . 
I was in ecstasy. It felt so fucking good, in that taboo way and equally for what it meant – a demonstration of his absolute domination and  owning my total submission to his power.  How did he know I truly needed this !
He called me dirty whore, smiling as he bestowed his gift. That made it even more intensely hot.   I wanted it to go on and on forever !  I was in a state of rapture almost, like a holy experience, that’s how intense  it was.  I love him as my  Master, and first loved him as my man.   I love him so much !

I accept as unquestionable fact that my obedience and  service to pleasing him  is the most  important  part of  my  life now, requiring  all  my focus  and energies.
I feel so good and happy – complete– when I please him, and  euphoric  beyond words when he calls me  Good Girl  and says he is pleased with me.   My internal doubts from this  being  unknown and scary territory have disappeared.  
I know he is making this beginning an extreme experience on purpose, to drop me into the deep end and start swimming– to ‘break me’ as they say.  But he knows best–he is Master.         

 I think it’s around  2am and apparently the day still  isn’t over yet for him. I think he might be on drugs.

He began administering this important ritualized step – his favorite – in his indoctrination of submissives–urinating on their willing bodies. In his manipulations, both verbal and sexual, he always convinced them that this was what they truly wanted, as part of the  ‘please me, your Master’ approach. This one went for the  ‘glory of my golden piss’  approach, while he saw her as  just another depraved whore drenched in his urine.  He loved it for the dark power over the woman,  that she would so debase herself  for him.  It thrilled him like nothing else.

What a great racket I’ve found,  this depraved trickery and evil scam, he frequently told himself.  He had the radar to scope out an undeclared  or newbie  submissive to possess,  as he had  with this one, when he had grown bored with the previous conquest.  He  was sure of his ability  to get what he wanted, willing to put in the time by being their boyfriend and subtly  placing bait, invisibly pulling them along to a point where he could initiate his process to consume them, heart  and  soul.  He was thrilled  when she offered herself totally as his birthday gift,  as  it  saved him  the time  and  effort of  getting  her  there himself.

Then came their first submissive fucking, a holy experience for the girl, high in her fresh submersion. He greatly enjoyed the free reign of behavior the girls – women – willingly enabled— behind his closed door there were no constraints to acting on his every dark impulse. By their consent  to submission  he could,  and did,  take it  however  he wanted–perhaps sweetly loving at first, to capture their  love for him– then raw and rough, brutally– because he could.
Sometimes they cried, but they always said—thank you, Master! That greatly amused him, and also endeared  them to him.  He loved each one in his own dark way.

A favorite part of the indoctrination was when they agreed to give all control in all matters  to him.  He didn’t need to take it,  they  all agreed  to it  at the start — the  I-totally-submit-to-your-wise-dominance trick. They easily gave up their free will, their freedom, their dignity, and usually any good judgment, believing he would  take care of everything for them in his protective love for them,  because this is what he told them.
His success in collecting  these conquests  was in his dark  talent  for  the ability  to seem normal and sincere, the real deal, as do a large percentage of psychopaths.  .
He instinctively  knew  exactly what each needed to hear, what their lonely souls ached for–what words and actions would most quickly trap her heart and mind, capturing her in  subjugation  to  depraved  sexual servitude,  disguised as love.  He especially enjoyed  discovering in what particular ways he could humiliate each of them—which of her  buttons to push and what methods to use to weaken her, to demoralize, then eventually  destroy,  her pride and  essence as a woman, and human being– to possess and own her.

They always accepted it  as  his  right  as their  overlord, agreeing with him  when he stated as  fact  that  they needed, and wanted, to be humiliated– that  he  knew what they needed more than they ever could.  The more extremely he humiliated and degraded  them, the more they seemed to love him ! That  always amazed him,  and he took full advantage of this mysterious quality in  the women.  But  he  gave  attention  to  making  them  feel  special  and  loved,  as well,  to  trap  their  hearts  in  absolute  adoration of  him.  

That part was easy–they looked upon him as god-like,  and all  he  really needed  to do was say ‘Good Girl’,  or  ‘you have pleased me’,  give them an occasional orgasm,  and they were insanely happy and thankful.  They had become simple, like small children, or pets, in their quest for receiving praise, and their reactions to it. Each woman always thanked him, constantly, for everything, without ever being told—for a surprize  orgasm generously bestowed perhaps, but also for the ongoing incidents of humiliation or degradation. That is what made their gratefulness so sweet for him, the steady flow of  ‘Thank you,  Sir. Thank you,  Master ’ – they  couldn’t  thank  him enough for treating  them  like  dirty whores, it seemed !   He really  liked  that.

He made a mental note to devise fresh ways in which to humiliate his whore. Although he already knew the end result—the whore thanking him for her soul-sucking episode of degrading humiliation–he wanted to enjoy watching her go down in new ways, making her ever smaller, out of the grasp of any remaining  traces of outside  influences and  thought.
 For her to live for Master, and  Master only.

But in his own dark and twisted way, he did love each and every one, for their total surrender and fiercely loyal worship of him. He’d created them as such, so he could  possess and own them,  their heads filled only with pure endless  adoration  of him and his cock. But he expected, and accepted, nothing less–until the day came that  he would suddenly tire of  his toy, requiring his finding a fresh challenge and  another soul to conquer.

 ………………………….. ©2015 Quinn _____ a continuation to conclusion  is forthcoming.

●A Memorable First Date {fiction}

 ● A  Memorable  First  Date                    . . . © Quinn 2011/2015
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. .. . . . . .  blindfold    

I  am  dressed to meet  you in the manner you require-–appropriate for an elegant  public place but with ease of access for you, at your whim. I am excited to be with you and  greatly anticipating  the evening !
I‘m wearing a nice black Evan Picone blazer over a collarless, scooped-necked, buttoned red blouse which shows a hint of my ample cleavage. My black skirt is a modest enough length–4″ above the knee, buttons up one side and a generous slit concealed in the back. For you I wear black suede heels, simple with a flower of studded black leather.  They are  uncomfortable–I do not  like  wearing  heels–but I know 
they look good and I know you will like that I wore them for you. Under it all, black thigh-highs [as always] and a corset-thong set in red and black.

I see your obvious approval  of my clothing when you first lay eyes on me and that in itself  excites me–a good start to the evening.  During dinner you tell me in a low voice to un-do  three buttons of the skirt, unseen under the table, as well as the top two buttons of the blouse. We are in a secluded booth away from other diners, but you will not embarrass me or yourself by taking my compliance too far in public. 

Instead you progress verbally, telling me that you would un-do another two blouse buttons, exposing my pushed-up breasts for your visual consumption. Then you tell me you would have me spread my legs in their black thigh-highs, as I un-do more buttons, exposing my barely-covered pussy area. And you state what you would do with the exposed whore  before you–fucking it senseless–were we not in a public place. I am quite excited–I just want to leave from the restaurant right now and be taken and claimed by your dominance !
But you take your sweet time, dawdling over dessert and coffee.  You are making me crazy, Sir! Of course it’s all calculated on your part, secure in your authority over me and delighting  in your ability to provoke reactions in me. 

After what seems like forever we are at last in your room. You circle me with your strong arms and kiss me deeply. I am already wet from my arousal at dinner. The kiss arouses me further yet, with butterfly flip-flops in my  stomach. You pull away, taking in the whole picture visually, then order me to sit on the bed and do as you’d said at dinner, undoing more buttons. I happily comply, four more on the blouse and six on the skirt, with my legs spread, to expose my assets for your approval.

Slut–you say, smiling.  Again:  You slut whore.  Are you a slut whore–my slut whore?
Yes, Sir.’
  I like it when  he says that, it gets me hot !

You remove your jacket and tie, loosen your collar, remove your belt. A hard-on is obvious in your pants. You know I am staring there and you smile to yourself; a sly smile, as if thinking of a private joke.  You are aware of my desire to please you with a dedicated cock-sucking, but you have made it clear beforehand that I must earn the privilege of  pleasing  you in  that way,  as a preface to earning the privilege of you fucking me.

You delight in the thought of creating difficulty for me, to test my resolve.  Because you have taken me as your submissive, I know and have implicitly agreed to the reality that you can,  and probably will, throw any number of challenges my  way–just  because  you  can  and  it  amuses  you.
I feel that you can see into my head when you tell me that you sense a particular fear that I have–a fear and desire in darkness at the same time–to experience anal. You seem to know  already  that  I  am an  ‘ass-virgin’,  and run with it.

You  say:  Remove your clothing –except for the thigh-highs and corset, and  lay face down on  my bed.  Do  not  look  at  me. Do  as  told. 

I comply, of course, with growing anticipating mixed with a definite anxiety, almost a dread. I trust in my deepest heart he would never want to harm me—I know it. But still I am afraid of anal, I’ve always been somewhat repulsed by the thought of  it. And I am afraid it will hurt more than I can take, and not be at all erotic to me–disappointing him. I realize many men want this, for the tightness as well as it being the ultimate domination act.  For these reasons, wanting to please him, I want to be able to do this for him. 

I lie there, legs spread, waiting . .and waiting. You are silent, but I hear you removing  your clothing. You pour a drink, you put  on some music. I do not look your way or  speak but I wish you would just get on with it, get it over with.
I am ordered to  ‘assume  the  position –face – down–ass -up’.
I hear you behind me on the bed, at the vee between my spread legs. I am both excited and scared, anxious. You lean over me, your knees spreading my thighs further and the tip of your cock in contact with a cheek.
You whisper to my ear, lowly:

Do you truly want to please me, to surrender and submit to me?– will you do whatever I want  of  you?
A whispered answer :  ‘Yes  Sir.’
Say it out loud,  you say.
Yes, Sir,  I do, I will,  Sir.’
Good Girl.  You want to be my Good Girl, don’t you?  My Good Girl who earns what she wants from me ?
 ‘Yes, Sir, I’m  a Good Girl !’ 

You sit back, playing with my ass cheeks, spreading them some, then slapping my ass  a  few times.
You like that,  don’t you, slut ?
‘Yes,  Sir.’
Tell me truthfully,  you do not really want me to fuck your ass, do you?
‘No, Sir. ‘ You strike my ass sharply several times.. . it hurt !

Then you were dishonest when you agreed that you would do whatever I wanted of you. Is  that a correct statement?
‘No, it’s not. I very much want to please you. I answered honestly, Sir. You make it seem like I am lying to you. S I R.’

A hand is placed to the small of my back for restraint and the other hand spanks me hard  and fast.  Not an erotic spank, but stinging, burning punishing strikes. 
You know the consequences for running that sassy mouth, slut- (the strikes continue). . I will not tolerate your disrespect or lying, this goes without saying. 

Silent tears are streaking my face at the punishing pain, and that you are displeased with  me.
‘Yes, Sir. Thank you. Sir. .I’m sorry, Sir, for insolence and disrespect. I’m sorry, please  forgive me,  Sir.’
It matters little to me if you say you are sorry–words are easy. Understand that your integrity is damaged from your disrespect of me.  You shall take a lesson from this. Now turn over  and sit up.

The strikes have stopped; my skin is on fire. I sit up, the tears still flowing.  You hold me close and whisper :
No more tears.  Be a Good Girl.  We move on now.
‘Yes, Sir, thank you,  Sir. Thank you.’
You kiss me again,  a real ‘make-out’ kiss that fuels a new surge in my  arousal.  

‘Sir,  permission to speak freely?’
Yes, tell me what you want me to know.
‘Sir, may I pleasure you now by sucking your cock? Sir?’
You reply : Oh, you will – I require it, to be sure, but you’re not there yet. 

[Fuck !  what do I have to do for that ??— but it stays in my head this time.
I almost sassed again as a reflex, but managed to hold my tongue. I learn! ]

You say :  I wanted to test your resolve of sincerity with a commitment to submit to an anal fuck. We will address that later, be assured. There is something else that presents a barrier of  fear for you.  I believe I know what it is, but you are to tell me. What do you  think I will require and demand of you, for you to earn my approval?  You are to tell me. Now. 

I don’t know what to do.  I do not want to say it,  that will guarantee it  happening.
I’m starting to rethink this whole thing– why in hell does he need to make it all so difficult  and dramatic?  I just want to suck his beautiful cock to bring him pleasure, and to have  him fuck me however he wishes.  That’s a good deal to me !

I  am waiting:  you  say.  Tell me. Now.
I’m  trying to decide yay or nay,  with your pressure on me muddling my  head.
Stand  up:  you say, taking my arm to lead me to a short hallway.
Do you refuse to comply with my order to tell me?
‘I  just can’t, Sir.’  I feel like I’m near tears again, fighting hard to control it. 

With your grip firm on my arm and your gaze  straight,  excluding me, I am led down the  hall and told  to put my face to the wall.  Your tone of voice is even, a measured  control  in  your displeasure. You release your grip and speak softly to me, your face inches from  mine as you apply a blindfold.  I love blindfolds but this is different.  It is not erotic now– in fact it starts a fear bouncing wildly in my head.  I don’t dare speak.

You say:  You made an agreement to surrender your will to me-voluntarily and by consent. I accepted, and it is mine now,  mine— if you are to be my submissive.  You trust me in my knowledge and judgment to make all decisions, in that I know best what to  do,  always.  Is  this an accurate statement?
‘Yes, Sir.’
Say  that  again.
‘Yes  Sir,  that is accurate.’
Do you wish to have me as your Dom –your Master?
‘Yes, Sir,  please.  I do.’
Very well then,  you will accept my decisions.
‘Yes, Sir,  I will.’
And you acknowledge the disrespect of not complying  with my order?
‘Yes, Sir,  I admit that.’

You command me to turn around. I’m startled by a quick, sharp slap to my face . . followed by a deep kiss and your hard cock grinding on me. . .oh god. Another harder slap, then a quick but skillful tease of my clit. . . oh god please, fuck me now !

You say: 
Disrespect requires a price be paid. It is necessary that you learn the lessons of your mistakes.  So listen closely to me now.  Lace your fingers together behind your head, like a cop would tell you. You are not to speak until spoken to, nor move from that position until I am done with the punishment and I permit you to move and speak. Tell me you understand.
‘Yes, Sir,  I understand,  Sir.’   I am led into a room off the hall. 

I am a little frightened,  and suddenly aroused as well !  I can hear you moving about, then nothing for what seems a long time. I am becoming uncomfortable holding the assigned pose but determined to keep to your order, not from fear but in my absolute need to please you.

.  .  .  then  it   happens .  .  .
You say :  You know you needed for this to happen,  you have earned this punishment.
You are feeling very humiliated now–good, I want that! Yet this arouses you in a confusing way.  You need this.  You know you need it and you want  it.  You love it and crave it, don’t you!  Tell me. Tell me the truth. 

‘Oh  god–Yes,  Sir ! Yes,  Sir! . . oh god  yes, yes, I do need  it,  I do love it ! I need it , I do. .. please, I’m helpless in my surrender to you, Sir.  Yes, thank you, thank you !’ 

I know as truth there is no hiding from you. You know me. I am Yours. You knew that I  needed this, you knew it when I myself did not. I crave your approval,  your touch–I need you above all that I know. I tremble before your rightful dominance. I feel so intensely close to you now, one with you, totally  possessed  and  owned. . .  completed. 

‘Thank you,  thank you.  Sir.’
You kiss me and say you are so proud of  your Good Girl.
I’m glowing . ‘Thank you,  Sir!’
Good Girl– my best Good Girl. Yes. . yes, my sweet slut–my slut whore. You have earned the privilege to be Mine, to serve and please me. You belong to me now.  I own you.  You  are  Mine.  

As you pronounced your ownership of me, I watched your beautiful cock grow and point to heaven in response to what those words defined in you.  And those words shot me like a hot arrow, branding me to my core. . an immediate overwhelming explosion of pure and utter happiness.

You continued :
You will kneel to me now, to honor my rightful dominance with your glorious surrender and submission to me. Put your hands behind your neck, your fingers laced as before. Prove to me you are worthy to serve me– suck my cock, love my cock, worship my cock, the way I tell you – and  don’t stop until told. You want nothing more than to please me, to be my Good Girl, and do as I say at all times.

If you perform to my liking, as I trust you shall. then I will claim what is Mine–your pussy. I will fuck you as you have never known or imagined! . .and when I want it from you,  I will allow you to cum.  This is only the beginning !

 ‘Oh yes, Master ! Thank you for allowing me your cock. I want nothing more in this world,
this moment, than to please 
and serve you, to honor you. Thank you, Master. My  Master.’                                                                                          Q===================================================================Q  

author’s note :  What ‘it’ was – her fear &  her experience  —
is intentionally not specified and not neccesarily what may be assumed.
The reader can use her/his 
own point of  reference.

●Emergence Into Submission.

                                                                                              { I wish I could say I wrote this!}
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Emergence into Submission capture

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● When They Met {fiction – a cautionary tale}

  ● When They Met       a cautionary tale text                          July2011

The day of the much anticipated meeting  had  finally arrived. They had met in an odd circumstance, to some – he answered her personal ad for a Dominant Master, a necessary commander for  her submissive heart.

With her heart and soul shattered by her last Master, in a way cold and cruel, she was still emotionally  fragile and injured; damaged. She felt fortune had favored her at last  in bringing him to heal her from the assault and injury to her faith and trust.  They quickly fell into an easy alliance of shared understanding and purpose.

She waited  for him now  in the darkened  hotel room,  giddy in a sustained arousal from his ongoing, well-aimed seduction, telling of how he would  delight her sexually,  down in that deep  hidden place only a skilled  Master can touch.

They had laughed when she promised  to be the nastiest slutty whore he would ever hope to see !– at his touch for whatever primitive manner he may wish to take his dirty pleasures from her.  His every pleasure was to be at his whim– however, whenever, and whatever it might be.  It was to her great delight  and  a full heart  that she connected to him, which he recognized. He understood and knew that aspect of her–perhaps better than she herself did.

A skilled Dominant knows his submissive beyond her surface  personality — he sees into her heart, to know her fears and concerns; her secrets.  He knows how to access them, to hold them in his hands and manipulate them; to use them to reveal her strengths in the freedom beyond the fears.  His experiences in success had grown his knowledge and abilities, and created his growing reputation as a trusted guide through the thick darkness of a submissive’s fears. 

He knew as well how to stroke a submissive’s driving need to please and to serve, in the  pursuit of fulfillment in honoring him in the highest ways she knows.  He had seen a number of subs who appeared to have the deep drive, but faltered, falling in pieces when tested for their truth. He knew immediately she was not one of them.

In knowing he could see into her soul, able to reach in and touch any part of it at will , he was aware of the exquisite feeling of his power gathering and expanding in and around him.  This is what he lived for, why he is Master. He could drive it in any direction, to anywhere he wished,  in his confidence. . . a justified  confidence bordering on arrogance, perhaps.

As directed she was dressed in a slutty manner, for his pleasure, of course. It excited her as well, really making her look, and feel, like a dirty whore. The door to the room was ajar for him, and not knowing in what  moment he will  slip through made her more nervous than she would have imagined.  She made an effort to relax, assuming the position on the bed that he had directed– legs spread widest, her short skirt barely covering her naked pussy. He ordered that she wear no top but a black lace bra, although he had promised it would not remain on for long. The required cuffs and blindfold were ready at hand, along with lube, and a single sub’s best friend–her powerful vibrator.

He stated his requirement that she be totally prepared for him on his arrival, and this included being wet for him.  She poured a bit of lube right on her clit. . . mmm yes. . . then applied the buzzing tip of the vibrator. She had to be vigilant to restrain her desire now,  she could not cum before he even arrived!  He had assured her as absolute fact that he would be taking her upon arrival,  as his given right.  It would displease him if she were not prepared to be fucked, but it would happen, as his right, ready or not, he had told her.  Recalling that made her hotter… god– she craved  him now!
She turned off the vibrator… too tempting …and distracted herself by thinking about what led her to be here now.

There had been frequent discussions with exploration of personalities, their particular desires and expectations, finding that there was a growing compatibility as time passed, and a certain easy affection that they agreed was necessary for a successful D/s.
She trusted him completely. She knew that some said — one never knows for sure until the moment comes– but she already knew, she was sure of it.

She especially respected that he made it known he would not violate her boundaries– after all, they both desired a mutually beneficial, enjoyable experience.  He told her that he was proud of his self-control as a Dominant, a Master–something so many of the posers were lacking. 

‘How can I expect a willing submission to me as the Master if I do not have character?  My self-control is a sign of respect to you as my submissive, and in addition you will be safe to be totally free with me’, he had said,  ‘and I never need to use force or violence to get what I want from anyone. No true Dom or Master would ever behave this way.

‘I do like it rough sometimes–it heightens my pleasure, and submissive’s pleasure as well, but that right is given, never taken.  If submission is not offered and given freely,  there can be no mutual experience of pleasure  and connection.

‘Violent force is a betrayal of the beauty  and the bond of spirituality between Master and submissive.  Anything mean-spirited or violent against an unwilling submissive   is plain abuse and the ultimate betrayal of her fundamental loving trust.’  

She was quite moved by that–how lucky am I !!  she thought. She knew he understood what needs drove her,  how she thought and felt as a submissive. She knew that at this first meeting as Master and submissive, he  would encourage her blossoming in the manifestation of the bond already in place, and  that he wished to verify the quality of her submission.  She felt so safe and warm with him already, in her head — he was so strong and wise and she knew innately  that he would gently guide her, to teach her to  be his perfect submissive — and love her greatly as such–and she had not even  been with him physically yet !

Just thinking of him in this way made her crazy to demonstrate her pure submission to him this instant–so badly that she felt she may cry.

He slipped through the opened door quietly and stopped. She had not heard him, deep in her happy thoughts of him.  And suddenly he was next to her, and she turned her smiling face to him he leaned to kiss her with a passion she had forgotten existed.  She felt herself getting wetter, her body silently calling him. He stood up, extracting items from his bag to the foot of the bed.                  .
‘Greetings, my little whore – you have me at last !’ he said,  smiling.

‘Thank you, Master, for taking me as your submissive–really, I am so grateful, and very excited too!’ she giggled  nervously.

‘As well you should be, my dear. I will take you places which you never knew existed, experience emotions and feelings strange to you in this journey of perfect ecstasy.  An unforgettable experience, be assured.’
As he spoke he placed a slip-knotted rope on her ankle, then secured the end to the bed corner, and repeated the process for her other leg. He stared at her exposed pussy, reaching over to trail his hand from bottom to top, just barely touching.  That flared her arousal, her pelvis raising involuntarily to his touch, craving more, please more. . . but he left her hungry, pushing her widened legs wider still, and adjusted the ropes. 

He told her to lock the handcuffs on her own wrists,  hands in front, then he roped the chain, pulling it tight to a knot on the headboard.
“How does it feel to be helpless, whore?’ he chuckled.  ‘You realize, don’t you,  that you are at my total mercy now– do you trust me ??’

‘Master, of course I trust you !  I wouldn’t be here if I did not.  Sir– I  am so excited  I  can barely  breathe.  I  want you so much!’

‘I know you want me, of course you do. You want my cock, you crave my fuck, but what you want is inconsequential.  I am your Master, the Master,  hence it is only about what
I want,  you do understand that, slut.’ 
He said it in a warm, even tone and half-smile, his eyes holding hers in a lock.  She knew she dared not look away, nor wanted to.

‘Yes, Master.’ This was not exactly as she pictured their beginning, but he was correct, as Master, it is about him and what he wants.  He is very intense, she noted, intent on making a big show of dramatically establishing his dominance right away. 

He watched her intently, squirming in place, excited and smiling, as he removed his clothing.  There was nothing like a restrained and willing submissive to fire his core of domination — a most glorious sight!  The fresh new subs, such as she, so very earnest in their desires for his approval,  were the sweetest to consume !

He now stood beside her,  his fine rigid cock pointing in her direction, as she looked with eyes bright. He delighted in her obvious lust but expected nothing less from her.

‘Master, may I speak please?’  ‘Yes, speak to me.’

‘I thank you again for accepting me as your submissive,  I am a most willing student to be your perfect submissive, under your guidance. I will perform as you wish to that goal, with my total energies devoted to pleasing and serving you, with respect and honor.
I want to make you happy and pleased with me, Master.’

’What a lovely little speech, my dear–and it sounds phony as can be.  Do you think you are dealing with  an idiot?’

She was stunned.  ‘No, Master!  I mean every word. I only want to please you and  do all you desire me to do to serve you. Please.’ She appeared about to cry.  
He did enjoy making them cry in his power. It amused him how quickly some crumbled, so earnest in their denials of deceit.

‘Very well then, whore. Prove it for me, that you will do all and everything I want  from you for my pleasure.’
He was leaning  over her face, smiling, now with a hand in a tight grip to her throat.
A panicked look came to her face momentarily, which she erased  with intention and replaced with a  forced smile.  His free hand went to her pussy, teasing with his fingers as he studied her face. Then with the heel of his hand he pressed into her pussy with a force that took her breath in pain.  He laughed.

 ‘I like that….it pleases me. ..do you like that, slut?’ Then he pinched  her clit so hard she jumped. ‘I like that too.’  He pinched again. ‘This pleases me– that you  are mine to do whatever I want to, with, on, or in.   You want to be fucked, yes? I shall fuck you allright,     as you have never been fucked. You exist only for my use. You belong to me, you cum-bucket skanky whore.’  He kept his grip at her throat, reducing her ability to breathe, as he climbed over her to straddle her chest..

‘Open !’ he demanded, roughly shoving his throbbing cock to her mouth.
‘Keep your fucking mouth open for me, you cunt, if you know what’s good for you’.. releasing his grip to punch her in the throat, before beginning to vigorously fuck it. 

She was having trouble catching a breath, now with  his cock blocking her throat, in addition to the trauma to her windpipe. She coughed, and gagged in panic of suffocation.

‘Ah yes, you whore, cough again for my cock. My cock likes it. Do it !

She began to feel very dizzy  and concentrated on not passing out as he continued his pounding,  hard and deep as it comes.   She recalled thinking earlier how much she wanted to suck his cock to please him.This is not what she  imagined at all !  She tried to relax as much as possible, just waiting for him to finish and stop.

He pulled out, his cock wet with her drool, and shot his load  onto her face, his  back arched as he yelled  ’Yes!  Oh fuck– yes! !’’   She had told him that was a definite boundary of hers, she despised it to no end. When the sounds of his orgasm subsided, he said ‘Good girl. I am pleased with you.. good job, slut.’
‘Thank you, Master.’.  She was  numbed.

The sweet high of a pure submission had yet to visit her.Why was he acting this way?  She was not feeling that beautiful bond they had talked about !   Maybe I’m not a good enough sub for him that I don’t feel the loving honor I’m supposed to feel, she thought.

Although he had unloaded copiously on her face, his cock was still hard, as he had taken Viagra. He dismounted, staring at her pussy, then her slimed face. He extracted something from his bag but she couldn’t see what it was.

‘You like having your cunt out for men to see, don’t you, whore?’
‘Yes. Sir.’ . . .  ‘What did you say??’
‘Yes, Master. Thank you, Master, for correcting me.’

He  knelt between her spread legs and pinched her sharply on her clit. It hurt like fucking hell, not at all erotic although he seemed to think so. He smiled strangely and continued assaulting her with the pinches.

He was supposed to be guiding her with his expertise, shaping her to become his best submissive, serious and reverent in her desires to please and honor him. It wasn’t happening, not like he’d said it would be, so beautiful and loving.  He wasn’t sweet and seductive like he was in the email before,  with the promises of ecstasy,  both physical and emotional.

Her attention was drawn suddenly by a shiny movement in his hand –he held a knife with a five-inch blade ! God-almighty, she thought… what the FUCK!   He leaned over her.
‘Master…’   ’Shut up’,  he snapped at her.

He was frightening her now, most definitely.. she was shaking with adrenaline.  A big knife is not something a restrained person wants to see near !  The cool blade now lay flat on her skin,  before yanking upward.  He had sliced her bra loose,  making more cuts to free the straps.  He snatched it off of her, then lightly traced the blade tip around her nipples, a disturbed frown on his face.

Now the pieces were falling into place to form the picture, one that terrified her as reality settled in. Her new Master, the wonderful man she knew and respected, admired for character and ideals–trusted –was nothing but a brute, and apparently rather unstable  mentally.

And here she was, entirely vulnerable in restraint, at the whim of his mercy. She couldn’t believe she had  actually wanted to be at his whim of taking his sexual pleasures from her. What was erotic and thrilling to imagine only minutes ago was now perverted poison in a  waking nightmare.  With great despair she realized there was nothing whatsoever she could  do except wait for him to release her. He could just as well  torture and kill her.  She had to watch her reactions so as not to upset him.  She was helpless. 

Now he grabbed a breast in each hand, squeezing as hard as possible. She involuntarily screamed at the intense pain like none other.
‘Good girl.. you please me !’ he whispered, as he continued his torture. Without letting go he expertly aimed his still-stiff cock to her pussy. There was no sensual finesse of introduction and entry, just a straight assault of ugly brute force.  He slammed into her so violently that the  pain was beyond any tears– a huge bright white pain of total assault.

He continued the forceful pounding of her, grunting. ‘You will not cum unless I tell you to’,  he said.
Oh, that’s original– don’t worry, she said to herself.  This is not pleasure for me, you crazy shit.

She felt like the biggest stupid fool, giving her trust and soul too quickly to him.  Anyone can be anything in email, she had seen that several times before– men with convincing claims to be this way, or that thing, but when put to the proof, had failed with a thud.  Even online it was apparent this Dom enjoyed the power she had given him although it wasn’t really an online D/s, but she enjoyed it equally in her hunger for a strong presence and control.  She hadn’t realized that  her obvious hunger is just like catnip to the  posers and predators.

He was still ramming  good and hard, she was torn up inside. Having just shot a good load on her face a few minutes ago, she guessed he was unable to cum yet.  He was shouting ‘whore-whore-whore-whore’ on each pounding stroke, in his own dark world.  But shortly he stopped the brutal assault of her pussy and laid down beside her, breathing hard.

She was silently screaming down in the flood of pain he had put into her. It felt like she had been run down by a dozen trucks. Her peripheral vision was dimming, and her thoughts seemed to be stuck in mud.

He reached over and stroked her hair and face tenderly, then he fetched a damp washcloth to wipe away the slimy globs of his cum from her face. He freed her  from  the overhead restraint and unlocked the cuffs, then let her loose from the ankle restraints as well, with a massage to each ankle where the rope had burned her skin in friction. She did not move from the position she had been locked into for his abuse — she could not move.

He leaned over and sweetly kissed her with subdued passion. Then he spoke in a low voice, almost a whisper–
‘My dearest Good Girl– I am so very pleased with you in your submission. I have no doubt of its truth and sincerity.  I know how eager you were to show me that, to serve me,  to please me, to honor my dominance as your true  Master. You have more than succeeded ! We are destined to be joined together forever in this certain love we have for one another.  You knew this even before today–I know you feel it too, my sweet little slut.’

She could not believe what she was hearing, he must be truly deranged!  She said nothing , and still could not move.  He continued —

’As Master part of my responsibility is guiding you through this foreign territory — to teach you what you need to know–for example- choosing  and first meeting someone from cyber.  You are sure you know someone well but there is always a danger possible. Tonight was a lesson you needed  to learn as a submissive, especially one with little experience, my dear. You gave away your  heart and your precious trust– too easily.  I think I have illustrated what  ‘could have been’  for you, my sweet, if I were not your protector and Master.;

Still frozen in her shocked pain she heard the incredible statements he made.
She was too ravaged and exhausted to form whole thoughts, then smiled inwardly  as she sunk down into a dreamless gray sleep with her Master holding her tenderly.

 note: intentionally ambiguous ending.

●Consider This – {fiction}

   Consider This           {as imagined from the male point  of view}     2010                                            

The two of us are together at last in your apartment. I am totally dressed,  seated on your couch. You have been ordered to strip naked in front of me. Piece by piece you disrobe.
I then order you to bring me a drink and to dim the lights and turn on some soft music. 

When you have done all that and you are totally naked I have you stand before me so I can inspect you. . I start with your head, your hair, your eyes, then your lips, your mouth and tongue, as if you are livestock.
You must subject yourself to my every command. I make you jiggle your tits for me, squeeze them, then I make you kiss and suck on your own nipples. I then make you put your hands above your head and spread your legs wide,  thrusting your bare pussy forward towards me     as  I sit comfortably on your couch sipping my wine. 

I make you hold that position for what must seem like forever. You are not allowed to speak unless spoken to. The longer you stand there the further you push your pussy towards me, silently begging me to touch you there.  I just sit back and enjoy you exposing your precious pussy to a man, like a whore.. 

Just when you don’t think you can stand it any longer, I reach out and touch and rub your soft skin.  I slide my fingers down over your clit to your pussy lips and find your pussy wet–soaking actually.  I whisper loud enough for you to hear “My slut loves this doesn’t she,  she loves being controlled, she loves putting her pussy on display for a man, she loves the feeling of total vulnerability, she loves the release that comes with letting go and being  the slut. And what a slut you are !”

I slide a couple of fingers into you one at a time…you moan. The faster I put them in,  the more you moan, the more pressure I apply the louder you become. Too loud. I  put a ball gag in your mouth–and then blindfold you. I leave you standing there like that for 10 minutes. You can’t see anything but you hear me moving around.  

Then I whisper in your ear  that I have brought with me a video camera and have filmed the pictures of you on your wall and filmed you in your present condition, including extreme close ups of your wet dripping pussy.  I tell you that if you do everything I say for the rest of the day, the video will remain with you when I leave, but if you do not follow my commands then the video goes with me and what I choose to do with it, whom I chose to show it to is my decision.  I tell you that there will be no question among anybody who sees the video  that the naked, blindfolded and gagged slut is you.

 I ask you if you understand what I have told you.  You nod and mumble through the ball gag what seems to be a “yes sir.” I ask you if you shall be doing everything I ask of you today–your response was a quick “yes sir”.  

I then remove the blindfold and ball gag. I slide my fingers back into your pussy. I ask you to tell the camera if you are wet. You look at the camera and tell it your are wet. I make you tell the camera why you are wet and you do, as embarrassing as it is for you.

 You tell the camera how bad you wanted and craved this–to be treated like the slut you have always known you were, to be forced to comply with all of a man’s desires, no matter what they are, or at what cost it comes to you. And it is you knowing and hoping that that when all is said and done today,  your wet pussy gets fucked long and hard and filled with cum. 

  I then slide my wet fingers from your pussy around to your ass and rest my fingers on your asshole. You look into my eyes wondering what next, how far will I go with this.    

I untie you and tell  you to turn around and bend over.  I order you to reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart. Your ass is just inches from my face, and the camera lens. There is no part of you or your body that I or the camera has not seen. 

I order you to look back at me through your legs.  You bend over as far as you can without losing your balance.  I tell you to look directly into the camera lens. Then  I press my finger against your asshole and slowly apply pressure as I violate your ass.  I push my finger inside you. You moan of pleasure despite the awkwardness, the embarrassment of being so exposed to another person and to whomever may see this video.  As I push my finger in, then two, in and out of your ass, I look into your eyes and ask you if you have something to say to me.

You respond  “Thank you Sir for fucking my ass.”                                                                               .        “You are welcome my slut.”

Then – I bind your hands together above your head and to a hook in the ceiling. Your ankles are bound to the leg posts on your bed. I insert remote controlled vibrating  bullets in both your pussy and your ass. Then I tease your clit with your vibrator. Your whole body feels like it is on fire, vibrating out of control.  As you near orgasm I back off letting the coming orgasm subside a bit…then start teasing all over again.  When you are almost there I back off again and this time apply a good hard spanking..

 You are not supposed to speak but you can’t help it. “Fuck Me please Fuck  me.” 
I continue to tease you for 30 more minutes–bringing you to the edge then backing off, sometimes with pain – like slapping your ass or your swollen clit. 

Finally you can’t take it anymore…tears have fallen down your cheeks– not because of the pain but   because of the humiliation and embarrassment of being filmed,  being exposed  and  tormented by a fully dressed man.  A man who has  brought you to the point of tears, begging  like a wanton whore  to be fucked hard, fast, and long,  for no other reason that  you crave it.  It is what your very soul needs  to make you complete. 

Through the tears  you beg me over and over to let you cum.   I tell you that before I finish using you  that you will  need to look into the camera and tell whomever may watch  this video exactly who you are and that this is of your own free will. Tell them what it is you want done to you, in detailed and graphic terms, and if your description pleases me I will allow you to cum.   If it does not, it will be a very long night. 

And I  tell you to “open wide”- so that I can shove my  big fat cock  down your throat. . .                  for starters .    Good Girl.                                                                                                      ………………………………………………