Walking to your front door, so nervous, as always. Knowing the power you hold over me, the control, able to make me do things I never thought I could do. You know you have this power, and enjoy it thoroughly, making me beg, making me squirm, my lust driven to untold heights, wrapped around your little finger. I admit it, I love it. Most of my friends don't really understand it, those I've talked to about it. Sure, they can enjoy some power play in their sex lives, but not to the extent that I do, and nowhere near as one-sided. Yes, I am a submissive when it comes to sex. It's what I crave, what I need, what I love.
As I was saying, I was walking to your front door, very nervous as always. Adding to that was the very limited attire you preferred. Having to leave my coat in the car, walking up to his doorway in some extremely revealing lingerie, the click of my stiletto heels seeming far too loud for my comfort, my exposed nipples hard as rocks, sticking out like erasers, breasts thrust up by the shelf bra. The jingle of the leash attached to the collar on my neck as I walked as unhurriedly as possible to his front door. The only warmth provided by the silk stockings on my legs, held up by the garter belt, my pussy, exposed as it was, provided an additional, and much stronger source of heat, to my embarrassment. Yes, it turned me on being like this, exposed, anybody who might happen to see me would know that I'm your little toy. I reached the door, and rang the doorbell, trying to keep my hands from shaking.
You answer the door, seeing me standing there, your precious little slut. Here to serve, to submit, to be dominated, to be ravaged, all for you. You smile at me, and I blush, returning your smile, meeting your gaze. I feel the power of your lust as I look into your eyes, succumbing to it, allowing myself to be enraptured by it. You reach out and grab the leash, and quickly pull me to you. Grabbing me, my body surrendering to your power, allowing you to own me. Your lips meet mine, kissing me hard, letting me know that I've pleased you. Finally you pull me inside and step back from me, looking me over approvingly. Your hands wandering over my body freely, no need for permission, you know you can take what you want from me, and I'll happily give it. Your powerful hands roaming my body, squeezing, pinching, caressing at will. I close my eyes as the warmth spreads throughout my body, loving your touch, your strength.
Now you take the leash again, and lead me to a chair, a wicked smile crossing your lips is returned with one of my own as you sit down. No words need to be spoken, I know what you want, and I'm more than happy to give it to you. I obligingly kneel and bend over across your knee, and soon feel the sting as you deliver the first of many spankings. Slowly at first, occasionally stopping to caress and squeeze and tease my cunt. It all belongs to you, my body is yours, I am yours. Your spankings builds in speed, over and over again, the heat spreading from my ass and cunt throughout the rest of my body, a couple of tears roll down my cheek, but I don't want you to stop, and you don't. The continuous swats to my ass sending my mind and body into unbridled lust, something deep and primal within me awakening, sending me on a high better than any drug. Your mouth uttering vulgarities, which drives me on further, but I don't speak, not one word. You don't want me to speak, the only noises from my lips gasps, moans, whimpers, screams and sighs. My ass is on fire as you continue spanking it, the burning nearly sending me into orgasm, but you're too skilled to let that happen so soon, not until I've earned it.
Too soon, it's time to end the spanking. You caress my tender, reddened ass briefly, before I slide off your knees and kneel before you. Desire obvious on my face, as I subconsciously lick my lips in expectation. You smile down at me, your little slut, and stand before me, nodding. Eagerly and obediently, I unzip your pants, pulling them down, then your boxers, your erect cock staring at me, awaiting my worship. First, I kiss it, your beautiful, perfect cock. Soft tender kisses up and down the length of it, a symbol of your power. My soft tongue slowly licking, from your balls to the tip, and then my lips start to slowly take it into my mouth. My only purpose to please you, to worship your cock, the rest of the world disappearing, only my mouth and your beautiful cock remain. Sliding my lips further down it, feeling your hand in my hair, gripping onto it, but allowing me to move at my own pace for now. Hearing your moans and sighs as I move my tongue around, softly sucking, moaning in ecstasy at being allowed to worship your perfect rod. Knowing just how you like to be touched, just how you want things done, my mouth slides deeper and deeper, taking you further into me, until you feel me start to gag.