As I approached him standing on his porch my pulse quickened, as I stepped up onto the landing he turned and opened the door so that I could enter. As I brushed past him I felt his hand grab the nape of my neck and he pulled my back against his chest. He bit down between my neck and my shoulder. I moaned at the pain and the pleasure. He then instructed me to put the nipple jewelry back on after my shower, but nothing else. I responded “Yes Sir” as he moved me forward and swatted my ass instructing me to do as I had been instructed. I moved, forward with purposeful strides, allowing a natural sway to my hips. I did not scramble like a mouse. My steps were purposeful, my shoulders back, my back straight. And before I disappeared from sight I put my hand back and slid the zipper down, never once turning around to see if he was watching. I allowed the dress to slide down my shoulders as I continued to walk. When it fell to the floor I stepped out of the dress and draped it over the sofa in the bedroom as I continued toward the bathroom. I loosened the link around my neck and the bands around my nipples and gently removed my nipple ensemble. As I carefully laid it on the bed to put it back on after my shower.
I entered the bathroom grabbing a two washcloths from the cabinet. I turned on the shower and allowed it to warm. Stepping into the shower the first thing I did was gently remove the anal plug. I washed it and placed it and the washcloth aside as I soaped myself up. As I began to clean myself, I could still feel the tingling between my legs. Washing my sensitive nipples, felt divine. I quickly finished my ablutions, stepped out of the shower grabbing a towel to dry off quickly. Normally, I would rub oil and lotion on my skin to keep it moisturized. I had not planned to be here.
I would just have to make do. I finished drying hanging the towel and taking the cleaned anal plug with me. I laid the cleaned plug on the dresser, placed my nipple ensemble back in place and knelt by the side of the bed in a submissive pose. Kneeling on the rug, legs apart back straight, palms upward, eyes cast downward. I closed my eyes, taking relaxing breaths as I patiently waited. A few minutes later. I heard him enter the shower. My mind wandered fantasizing about cleaning him, shaving him. I felt myself getting wet as I imagined my hands washing his shoulders and back. I kept my breath steady. After a while I heard the shower shut off. I did not move, I stayed in position, waiting. I heard him go into the other room, rummaging around and my heart began to race anxiously awaiting what was to come. I felt his presence before I heard him. I kept my eyes cast downward, breasts pushed forward my legs open to him in invitation. He stood in front of me. I could smell his freshly cleaned body. “You were such a good girl this evening, I was very pleased”. “I am going to mark your beautiful ass, not as punishment but to see how nice and red it gets. Would you like that my little pain slut?” I responded, “Yes Sir, very much Sir.” I heard his deep chuckle. “Assume the position on the bed.” I stood and got on all fours near end of the bed, my eyes facing straight ahead. He came behind me. “You have been working hard I see”, as his hands caressed my round ass. I heard a swish and the impact made me jump slightly as I moaned from the sting of the flogger he was using. He swung again on the other cheek. Each sting causing me to become more aroused. After each strike he would caress the sting away. Then he stepped away and I could tell he had laid the flogger down and picked up something else. I continued to look straight ahead. I knew better than to break position. I heard the whistling through the air a split second before impact. The pain immediate, tears stung my eyes. He had picked up a thin dowel. Thwack, thwack, thwack. Three in quick succession. My tears flowing down my face, I tried to muffle my sobs. He was testing my limits, I knew this, but the pain soon turned to tingling between my legs, my pussy wet with need. I moaned, embracing the pain Three more strikes followed. I would not put my hand back, I would not use my safe word. He struck four more times, ten in all. I was sobbing, the sting constant. I heard him lay the dowel on the bed. Feeling his breath. He kissed each cheek. And I felt his tongue lathe my drenched sex. “What are you?” “I am your pain slut, Sir.” I responded. His tongue entering my pussy made me gasp. “Cum for me, my whore” he commanded as he continued to devour my pussy. I came, my legs trembling from the intensity. I felt his fingers enter my pussy as they continued to pulse from my orgasm. He hummed in acknowledgment and then he transferred my juices to my back hole. Using first one finger and then another. I moaned at the pressure. He removed his fingers and I felt his cock pressing against my hole. I relaxed, taking a deep breath, I waited for his entry. He grabbed my hips and gently pressed forward. As he did, I slightly pressed back allowing my sphincter to relax and accept his girth. He pushed foreword fully seating himself deep in my hole. I groaned at the fullness. Reveling in the feeling of him inside me. His movements were slow and tentative. My ass tightened around him and I heard his moan of pleasure. “This is mine” he growled and then began to pick up his pace as if he had suddenly become a feral beast wanting to claim what was his. His thrusts became more forceful. He loudly asked. “Who do you belong to?” while pounding into my ass. “I belong to you, Sir” I panted. He smacked my ass, “louder, scream who is the Master of your body and your mind?” I screamed loudly sobbing as he relentlessly pounded into my ass. “You own me Sir. All of me” he grabbed a wand and began massaging my clit, while still pounding into my ass. I whimpered feeling my orgasm starting to build. “Not without my permission”, “Yes Sir. Please Sir, please may I cum Sir”. “No, not yet”. I whimpered, desperately trying to stop my orgasm. He chuckled. “You cum on my command, don’t you my fuck toy?” “Yes, Sir!” I sobbed.
Willing my body not to cum. I felt his movements become jerky and he commanded that I cum. I exploded, my ass pulsing and clenching his cock tightly. He roared out his own release. He slumped over, pulling me to the bed with him. He lay there still buried in my ass holding me to him. I felt comforted and secure in his arms. Like nothing else mattered. Just him and me together sharing this moment. He slowly withdrew as I remained on my side. He stood and retreated to the bathroom to clean himself. I did not move. Not sure my legs would support me. I heard the shower turn on and he commanded me to join him. I rose assuring my legs were steady and approached the bathroom. He stepped in the shower and signaled for me to follow. He wet a washcloth and handed it to me with the soap. I lathered the washcloth with soap and immediately got to work scrubbing his neck, chest and arms. When I was done I asked him to turn to scrub his back, as he turned I stepped forward breathing in his scent as I washed his back. Slowly making my way down his legs.
Turning once again, I knelt, gently washing his penis and ball sack. Making sure to clean him thoroughly front to back. He rinsed off, kissed my forehead and said, “clean up and then come back to bed”. At that he exited the shower dried off and headed back to bedroom. I realized I still had my nipple jewelry on and immediately took it off before washing myself. Drying off, I returned to the room to see him lounging in the bed. I stood at the door waiting for instruction. He looked up smiled and tapped the bed beside him. “Come and lay beside me” he said. I moved forward, and slowly entered the bed to lie next to him. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me slowly. Then guided my head to his chest. I lay there listening to his heartbeat as he stroked my hair. A sense of peace and contentment enveloped me. “Sleep, we will talk in the morning”. I drowsily murmured “Yes, Sir as I felt my eyes close and I drifted off to sleep.