Chapter 1- Saturday Night Positions
© L 2025
While its not a strict rule we play every Saturday night, more often than not we do. We have a day to chill out and relax after work during the day on Saturday, and we have all day Sunday to recover. Last night was a particularly intense play session mentally more than physically, that lasted hours. You ordered me to cook, requesting we eat early, and after dinner you ordered me to clean up quickly, and then join you in the lounge.
Once I did, you clicked your fingers and pointed to your feet, my signal to sit at your feet, rather than beside you. We watched tv for a couple of hours, and then you got up walked to your liquor cabinet and poured yourself a small whisky over ice. You also brought out my leash from your pocket. clipping it to my collar, you took your drink, and lead me up the stairs into your bedroom. You sat in your dark blue velvet dressing chair, set your glass of whisky down and ordered me to strip seductively for you, and when I had removed my clothes to kneel facing you. You often have music playing while we played, not loud, but we both find it helps us sink into a play session, so I turned it up, and stripped, making it last, teasing you. I love teasing you, it is one of the few ways I feel slightly empowered to take control, not something you relinquish very often. Finally naked, I knelt. You set your glass down, with it still half full, you would never play with me if you felt even slightly under the influence. But there was a long way to go before you would be fucking me.
You then proceeded to tell me that you would be taking me through all my submissive positions, including your hand signals. You got up, strolled to your collection of toys and took your crop from it's hook. Returning to your seat you tapped it lightly over my thighs, and added that your crop would correct all imperfections in my positions. I left alive, instantly! I both love and loathe your crop. Your masterful swing can cause such pleasure or great pain, and knowing how important maintaining your positions are, and what they mean to you, getting any position even slightly incorrect could hurt.
But, kneeling before you, knowing the task before me, wanting to please you, my pussy flooded and tingled with anticipation. You took off my day collar, replaced it with a thick leather heavier collar, telling me you thought it might help me with my posture. You added you wanted as close to perfect as possible, and said if I pleased you enough I would spend the night in your bed with you. It had been just over a week since I last slept in your bed, and the idea that this would be my reward, pushed any notion I may have had to be a brat out of my mind. This was no joke, this was serious, and I genuinely didn't want to disappoint you.
However, you started by asking me why I have submissive positions, why do we use them? There is definitely a right and wrong answer to this question. Learning these positions took time many years ago, at the time I learned why they were specifically important to you. 'My submissive positions allow me to show you my place in our relationship Sir. They allow me to serve you, honour you as my owner. We use them to keep me safe, to allow me to be vulnerable and completely at your mercy. They allow me to show you I am willing to let you do anything to me within the parameters of my limits and our contract'. After I finished speaking and couldn't help but smile, I knew I had nailed that answer, we both did!
You sat back, genuinely impressed, you love all parts of my submission, but you do have a slight favourite, and it was kneeling in front of you. Me and my submission, doing everything it can to please you. You forced yourself not to smile too, and instead said in an authoritative and dominant tone, 'You have started incredibly strong slut, keep it up and I may have to think of a second reward. Inspection position now'. As I stood I said 'thank you Sir', and you swatted your crop at my right thigh saying, 'do not speak unless I ask you a question or you need to clarify something, but if you do, ask permission first, understand bitch'? you snap. 'Yes Sir', I replied with straight away, already feeling my body aching for you, to feel you, my pussy practically starting to drip, and we hadn't even begun, as I stood up and assumed my inspection position.
Standing straight, chin slighty raised so I looked straight ahead. I placed my hands behind my head, my fingers intertwined. My legs spread apart. You like your submissive to spread their legs just slightly further apart than the usual position. You order me into this position on a regular basis, correct me when I could do better, so I put every effort into getting it just right. You took your time, looking at my position as well as using it to fully inspect me. Your crop, running over me lightly. So tempted to swat at my nipples or clit. But you had nothing to correct, it was as perfect as you could have wanted. 'Well done', is all you said, followed by 'Nadu position', your second most requested position.
I move quickly, kneeling, facing you. Sitting back on my heels, I spread my legs. Then I placed my hands on my thighs, with my palms facing up, and I looked straight ahead. Once you checked this position, you hand signalled for me to lower my eyes, by pointing two fingers (your middle and index finger) at your own eyes, turned both fingers to point at me, and then curled your fingers downwards. This is not a hand signal you use very often, as you prefer to speak these kinds of small position corrections, but you like to remind me you can still use it if you want.
As the night carried on, we went through each of my positions (over 20), taking a short break to allow me to rehydrate. You continued to swap so I wasn't standing or kneeling for a length of time. The crop was used when my position wasn't to your liking, and you didn't hold back. While you generally only struck me once for each correction, you did not go easy on me, your strokes were intentionally hard, intentionally cruel, almost taking you to the edge of how hard you would ever strike me. The strokes left deep red welts and it turned you on, it turned us both on.
Well over an hour (nearly 2 hours) later you gave the final position command, 'wait position'. Standing from the previous position I stood straight up with my legs wide apart and my hands resting behind my back. By now the combination of your dominating presence, your orders, the crop being used was turning me on minute by minute more and more. As I stood my pussy juices dripped freely down my legs. I didn't care, I wanted you to know how turned on I was. You had already commented several times that you enjoyed seeing how wet I was becoming. I knew this was making you as horny as it was me.
As you approached me you put down your crop, your hands lightly touched my stomach, and I let out a gasp, practically cumming. You said nothing, you smiled slightly, as your hands traced slowly up my body. Over my erect nipples, you cupped my breasts ever so slightly. Reaching a hand down you glided two fingers over my pussy lips and I bit my lip. I was never allowed to cum without permission, and right now my body was on the verge of breaking that rule. I almost started to shake as your two fingers push up slightly into me, and brushed the entrance to pussy.
Coating both in my fluid, you removed them, and brought them up to your mouth and tasted me. No longer were my juices running down my leg, they were now dripping freely onto the floor, like a tap that hadn't quite been fully turned off. All I wanted was for you to throw me on your bed and fuck me as hard as you could allowing me to cum over and over. But I knew you wouldn't, not tonight, you were in complete dom space. You spent a long time using your hands to trace my body, you weren't inspecting it, you were admiring the most precious thing you own, me.