Authors note, this is my retelling of a time a few years back when I had a very submissive partner, some of the finer details have been lost to memory (but not many) and I have made name changes where appropriate. And to make it more entertaining for the masses I may embellish the language a bit for ease of reading.
It started with a poker game, the weather had been awful and Sarah (not real name duh) had driven to see me for the weekend. Unable to go out and actually wonder around we had decided to buy two bags of Haribo from the supermarket when we went shopping and decided to break out a pack of cards and, using the Haribo as betting chips, see who could attain diabetes first.
Short version I did, Sarah could not play poker.
As I was gathering my winnings into a bowl Sarah shuffles the deck and asks “How about another round?” I was intrigued, her previous visits had been similar in nature, we would go out and see a film or visit a local tourist spot have some lunch and when we got back, she would be both incredibly horny and want to play with my collection of BDSM equipment. She would get this gleam in her eye the longer we pretended everything was vanilla, a desperation and expectation mixed in together.
It would turn into a game, I would remain collected and watch the desire on her face grow to breaking point, then it would come down to who went first, would I give her an order or would she beg me for my Dominance?
“You have nothing left to bet” I said feigning ignorance as she fidgeted on the sofa.
“I have my necklace?” she chimed hopefully.
I paused putting the sweets into a bowl and looked at her with a raised eyebrow “And how many of these,” I shook the bowl slightly “Is that worth?”
She bit her lip, something she knew I found incredibly erotic when she did it the right way, she was trying for distraction.
“I’d say 20?”
I kept my face as impassive as possible
“15” was my reply, I wanted to see if she’d argue, challenge me on this.
She didn’t and after the next round I was two bags of sweets and a necklace up.
“I’ll bet you 50 against your top” I said casually.
And that’s how the game of strip poker started, it was unfortunate that Sarah was either bad at poker or unlucky, soon she was naked opposite me on the corner sofa trying in vain to cover herself with her hands as she held her cards. Fortunately, she couldn’t quite cover herself up and I was treated to a full view of her.
At this point I was hard, the look of embarrassment on her face coupled with her attempts at preserving her dignity and the knowledge that she was aroused by her situation created a melting boiling sensation in the pit of my stomach. I knew I only had to give her an order, instruct her to do anything and she would instantly comply, free from the responsibility of choice, to dance as a puppet on my strings.
As that thought went through my head I wondered if she was actually capable of dancing for me. I tucked that thought into the back of my head as I made for the coup de grace.
“Well” I said picking up my bowl of sweets and carefully folded pile of clothes “I guess that makes me the winner”
Her hands dropped and her head snapped up as I walked to the kitchen side (I had a small flat the kitchen/living area was open plan) I could tell she was confused, surely the game couldn’t be over.
“Unless you have anything else to bet?” I continued, turning back to the sofa Sarah’s face had flushed.
“What did you have in mind?” She sounded hesitant but I knew that she knew what the answer would be.
“Your submission, for the rest of the weekend.” Sarah’s mouth twitched into a small smile “You will have your safe words, but everything else from the clothes you wear to the actions you perform will be decided on by me.”
I handed her the deck to shuffle, mainly because she couldn’t cover herself and shuffle at the same time and I wanted to appreciate her breasts from my comfortable spot on the sofa. She paused, weighing up my offer.
This was a key theme in our dynamic, it wasn’t enough for me to just take control of her. Although when the mood took us that’s how we played it, for us she had to give me that control, to surrender it to me.
We made no fancy bets this time, we simply turned the table cards over and revealed our hands…
I remember the look on her face as her final hand failed, a mix of anxiety and excitement about what I would do to her.
There was a pause as I watched her running through scenarios in her head, she met my eye and I could read the excitement on her face.
“Straddle” I said pointing at my lap.
I will give Sarah credit, rather than simply standing up and walking across to me, she crawled slowly along the corner sofa, her hips swaying with each movement catching my eye. When she reached me, she stretched her leg across me and put her arms out either side of my head to steady herself. I could hear her breathing softly waiting for the next command.
I placed one hand in her shoulder length brown hair and, taking a fistful pulled her head back slightly whilst my other hand pulled her hips into mine. She gasped as I ran my tongue around her nipple slowly tracing over it before gently biting down between my teeth, she moaned and I could feel her try to adjust herself on my jeans. I took the hand holding her hips and spanked her on her ass once.
“Don’t move!”
“Yes Sir” she gasped.
“I want you to understand” I said clearly moving my hand between her legs and feeling her wetness against my fingers, I slowly circled them watching the expression of desire on her face as she let out a low moan “You are my property until I say otherwise or the weekend ends, I will collar you, cuff you, gag you, tease you and use you for my sexual pleasure. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir” she whispered, trying desperately to not move against my fingers.
“If you are argumentative, difficult or fail in any of the tasks I give you I will punish you appropriately” I pulled her head down to mine so I could whisper softly in her ear “but if you are good, I will bring you pleasure you can’t imagine. Do you understand?”
Sarah’s body stiffened as my words caressed her flushed cheek, her response was an equally soft whimper of need.
“Yes…”
I took my hand and again slapped her ass.
“Yes what?”
“Yes Sir”
I took the hand that had been exploring her cunt and pushed the fingers into her mouth, her tongue exploring them hungrily, my other hand moved from her hair to her neck I gave a soft exertion of pressure before cupping her breast.
“Grind on me.” I ordered
Sarah’s hips began to push against mine rubbing her wet pussy on my jeans, now straining against my cock, I squeezed a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, her eyes closed and her moans vibrating through my fingers as her tongue still greedily lapped at my fingers. She started to breath harder, her hips moving faster and more urgently.
Part of me wanted to see her come on me from this, but I wanted her to stay desperate for just a while longer.
“Enough” I said before she could climax. “Get on the floor on all fours.”
She stopped slowly, the same way a wind-up toy slowly comes to a halt, I could feel how badly she wanted to continue. To seduce me into allowing her more time, when I had watched her enough, I gave her two words “Now. Slave.”
Shakily she stood up off of me and I saw her legs tremble as she went to all fours, she had left a wet patch on my jeans, I would have to wash those later, but for now my mind was racing, all the things I could do to this woman, all the dark and twisted games from the corners of my mind flooding in each clamoring for attention, wanting to be chosen as the days punishment or pleasure. I could feel the bubbling fire behind my stomach that churning excitement that I feel when a woman submits herself to me. I knew that Sarah would do anything I commanded her to I could raise her up to the highest of heights or crush her completely it was all within my power to do. An intoxicating feeling that left me having to calm and collect myself.
I took a deep breath, and focused on the woman in front of me.
“Let’s put your collar on” I said, managing to level my voice against my desire and excitement.
“Yes Sir” She responded, and started off at that slow sexy crawl towards the bedroom, I followed behind watching her hips sway, I could have pushed her head down into the carpet and taken her right there, but again I waited, I knew she was trying to cajole a response from me but I wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction … not that kind anyway.
At the bedroom door I stopped her with my hand at the back of her neck.
“Face the wall” I said simply “Nadu.”
Sarah complied, I went into the bedroom, and fetched from under the bed my box of tricks and toys.
(I shit you not we called it the sex-box 360, it was the second box … anyway back to it)
I came back into the corridor and crouched behind Sarah I slowly snaked my index finger from the base of her spine to the top of her neck, watching the goosepimples form from my touch. I then raked my fingernails back down, her shoulders flexed as the sensations ran along her skin.
“Be still and raise your chin.”
She complied instantly, the Collar she expected, and I could almost feel the smile on her face as I clicked the popper in place to fasten it.
What she wasn’t expecting quite as much was the blindfold placed over her eyes, or as she gasped the ball gag that I fastened in place in between her teeth.
“mmmph, o, air” came the muffled outcry, but she was faking indignation, the wetness between her legs giving her away. One hand exploring her pussy again while the other slowly stroked up her torso and around her breasts. She was straining to leave the Nadu position but knew I was looking for an excuse to punish her.
“I never promised to play fair.” I whispered as I nibbled on her ear gently. “Now I have taken your sight and your voice from you” I ran my tongue gently on the inside of her ear a sharp intake of breath and a moan were my rewards “What else will I be able to take from you this afternoon?”
I slowly removed my hands and stood above her walking away without a word to leave her in position to consider what I would have in store.
So that’s it for this particular insight into my sex life, I may put up part 2 later it depends on A) when I get to it B) popular demand and C) how much procrastination I feel like doing.
So if you enjoyed great, if you didn’t its not my fault you read it and if you want to critique my writing style the recycle bin is always in use 😉 Now that you’ve made it this far premium members can enjoy my latest joke.
