Daniels Possession

Leila felt excitement begin to build between her thighs. It had to be close to time for his arrival. She has been patiently waiting, seated on a chair in the living room for over an hour as instructed. Her hair and nails were done to his liking and she wore the dress he had picked out. Leila's perfectly manicured toes peaked out of her midnight black heels and she had her arms calm rested behind her back. A black silk blindfold rested snuggly across her eyes.

Daniel arrived home right on schedule and briefly kissed her on the cheek. "Hello beautiful." Then he ignored her while making himself a drink and proceeding to situate himself on the couch, relaxing after a long day at the office.

From his position, Leila sat directly in front of him. Daniel took his time sipping his drink and watching her squirm in the chair, waiting for him.

"Open your legs." he commanded.

She spread her thighs, revealing a hint of what was beneath her dress.

"Wider."

Leila was now sitting with her legs completely open, exposing the crotchless black lace panties he had chosen.

Daniel praised her, "Good girl."

He continued sipping his drink and admiring the woman who had given herself to him to be his possession. He owned every inch of her body, every contemplation in her mind and the entirety of her soul.

Leila's breathing hastened as she could feel his gaze moving from her lips down to her neck and breasts. She could hear the ice in his glass clink as Daniel prepared another drink.

"Do you have anything you need to tell me?" Daniel sternly asked as she felt him pull on the ribbon loosely tied around her neck.

"No Sir." Leila whispered.

"So you completed all your tasks?" Daniel was skeptical as he had left her an arduous amount of work to be done before he returned.

Leila quickly retraced the list in her mind and answered him less than confidently, "I think so, Sir."

She felt the ribbon around her neck tighten as he growled, " You think so or you know so?"

Leila was silent. She couldn't remember everything that was on the list. Her mind raced until a strong pull of the ribbon pulled her from the chair to her knees.

"Tell me you completed all your tasks or you will be required to make it up to me. I won't stand for any half assed work in my house. You need to learn that there are consequences to your actions." Daniel sounded slightly irked that Leila could not confidently answer his question the first time.

" I...I...I think so." She stammered.

Daniel demanded she come to him. Leila stood but with the blindfold on, she was unable to see to walk to him. He gently tugged her ribbon letting her know which direction to go.

As she stood, presumably in front of him she could feel his hands begin to caress her legs. He moved his hands slowly towards her midsection, lightly crossing over her breasts and resting on her shoulders. Leila could feel Daniels breath on her neck as he kissed her lightly and removed her dress.

She now stood taller, as if presenting herself to him. She now wore only her ribbon, panties and heels in addition to her blindfold. The cold air brought her large breasts to attention and caused a shiver to run down her spine.

Daniel whispered into her ear, "It was a long list of tasks baby girl. I know that. But I expect more from you. Kneel down and tell me how sorry you are that you disappointed me."

Leila began apologizing. She acknowledged how hard he worked to provide and support her and begged his forgiveness. Before she could finish getting the rest of her words out, she felt the sharp sting of his hand across her cheek. "Do not let it happen again." Daniel ordered. "Did you hear me?"

"Yes sir." Leila nodded emphatically, hoping her compliance would please him.

"I need another drink." Daniel groaned.

Leila began to remove her blindfold and stand to fix him a drink when he swiftly smack her cheek and grabbed her roughly by the chin.

"I didn't tell you to stand up or to remove the blindfold. You are doing a poor job at listening this evening. A woman should be capable of fixing her man a drink from her knees. You should not need to see to make a drink you have made every night for the past 3 years." Daniel explained. He roughly snapped the blindfold back into place and pushed her to her knees before sitting on the couch.

Leila paused for a moment attempting to remember the route to the drink cart. Daniel let out a heavy sigh, "Woman if I don't have a drink in my hand soon there is going to be hell to pay."

She made her way to the drink cart, crawling across the rough carpet. Fumbling around, she finally found a glass and began mixing him an old fashioned. Leila carefully added a cube of sugar in the glass, dissolved it in water and bitters. She added his favorite whiskey and stirred proudly.

"What do you have to smile about? I can't drink it from over here. Bring it to me." Daniel instructed. She swore she heard the hint of a smile in his voice this time. Leila began carefully crawling back to him, carrying his drink in one hand and balancing with the other.

"Here you are Sir." She quietly whispered.

As Daniel removed the glass from her hand she felt his foot caress the side of her face. "It took you 4 minutes to make that drink. That means you get 4 minutes of punishment. Do you understand?"

Leila nodded, unsure of what punishment he would choose. His foot gently pressed into her face, lowering her cheek to the carpet. He began slowly caressing her ass cheeks which were now high in the air due to her position.

"Do not make a sound. You are here to be seen by me and used by me but not heard. You exist for my pleasure only and I do not need to hear your whining." Daniel knew she needed to be reminded from time to time who was the man of the house.

Leila could feel his foot press harder into her face seconds before the crack of the paddle stung her bottom. For the next 4 minutes Daniel continued to hold her beneath his foot, reminding her again of her place within their household. The cracks of the paddle against her exposed ass reinforced that she was wholly his to do with as he pleased.

All of these reminders in her mind, the stings of paddle and the weight of his foot on her face caused a wetness to begin to drip down her thighs...