Well, I set myself up for this; I knew exactly why I did it. Daren was a great dom but he was too kind! I mean he refused to hurt me as much as I wanted. I love pain, the right kind of pain in the right circumstances. Where pain becomes pleasant, even that's not the right word. I love that point where the pain stops and the bliss begins.
Daren draws the line, for instance he refuses to use the cane on me. I have a few marks on my bum for the first time. Normally he uses the flogger. He is very good at humiliating me and making me suffer in other ways.
You are probably wondering how I got into the situation where I had Daren tied to the bed. He asked for it. He locked me in the cage which was in a cupboard. It was designed to be uncomfortable. I couldn't stand or lie down, sitting or kneeling was painful because the cage bars are also on the bottom.
I was naked so had nothing to pad the floor with and my bottom had been whipped just before he locked me in. He went out for some booze up with his mates and on his return he forgot me and collapsed on our bed.
Fortunately we had an emergency escape plan for me, I was in for severe deprivation if I used it. I reached through the bars to the key that was hanging up behind the door.
When I went into the bedroom Daren was lying across the bed almost undressed. I finished off stripping him and fastened him to the cuffs. This was it, boats were burnt. If all went well I would have some fun and Darren would get his revenge and I would get my comeuppance. Full story in Reverse of a Submissive's Role.
So here I was kneeling by the bed looking down, behaving as meekly as I could with my legs open and inviting, my hands palm up with the dreaded cane held for him to use. He sat on the side of the bed, his cock a foot or so from my face.
"Give me the cane," he ordered. Yes, yes, now you can use it while you're mad at me. "Now on your knees and elbows go to the kitchen and bring me a drink back, do not get off your knees."
I turned round and crawled out, on elbow and knees, back arched, bum swaying, pussy on display and hope eternal that he would tan my bum. He had not specified what drink he wanted, I was bound to get it wrong even if I got it right. He's thirsty so tea would be the sensible thing, beer a possibility or whisky and dry ginger.
I decided to take him tea. I went back upright on my knees. In no way looking elegant and trying not to spill the tea. I must have looked really stupid 'walking' on my knees, holding a pint mug of tea. Darren took the tea. "Stupid bitch, get back and bring me a beer."
Out I went again, bum up, wiggle and my pussy on display between my thighs. Oh come on master, hit my willing bum, even my pussy or whatever. Hit me, make me suffer. Use me, I brought him a beer.
I knelt as close to him as I could, my face inches away from his flaccid cock, I tried to lean forward to kiss it, to get it erect, he slapped my face. "Don't move, I'll tell you what to do." That's good, he's angry.
And so I waited, kneeling, submissive, displaying all my assets, cheek red and stinging while he drank his beer. He walked away, I could hear him moving about but I dare not turn and look. He was smiling when he sat back in front of me.
"Open wide," I assumed he meant my mouth as my pussy was already open. I opened my mouth, I also noticed that his cock was rising. "Tongue out," I put my tongue out and he rubbed something that tasted horrible on it, two things actually. He followed this by putting a finger in my mouth.
"Stand up, turn round, spread your legs, bend over, use your hands to part your arse cheeks." I obviously obeyed, what the fuck is he doing? I stuck a finger in his arsehole which did invite him to invade mine. (For the first time) which was what I was hinting at.
I was trying to watch him from between my legs. His finger went into my bum, that felt weird. He followed this by putting something in my bum and pushing it in with his finger, twice. Shit I had a good idea what it was. Shit was the right word, fuck I hope he lets me go to the toilet. I might have to use my safe word, this might be a step too far. I asked for it I suppose.
"On your knees, hands behind your back, suck my cock. When I cum you can go to the loo." I was round in no time his cock in my mouth, me bouncing up and down on it. Never have I wanted to make someone cum so quick. "You can use your hands," he allowed.
One went to his cock and started wanking it, my other hand held and played with his balls. He shot into my mouth, I sucked him dry. "Go! And have a shower," he said I was off like a shot, my hand covering my bumhole, trying to stop any leak, the suppository was about to work.
I returned to the bedroom, empty and showered in a state of dread, what was he going to do to me? I asked for it, I wanted it, even though I didn't know what it was. I was about to find out.
"On your knees on the bed, arse to me." this was it, my bum was in for something. The something happened to be a butt plug with a tail attached. Having only had his finger up my bum before, I found the butt plug difficult to take, I could not relax my muscles which made it hard for it to go in.
"Relax or you will find it painful," he said as he pushed it further. I gave way, oh it hurt, more than I thought, pain without pleasure. "Perhaps you would like to lubricate it with your mouth?" Noooo, it's been in my bum, nooo. He pushed it in all the way. It filled me up.
"That's better, now you can crawl about looking like the bitch you are," I'll swear my pussy flooded, I love / hate being spoken to like that.
"Yeeeeoooowwww," he slapped my bum, enjoyed my reaction so much he did it several times.
"Don't move," he started inserting fingers in me, one then two then three.
This is more like it, "Thank you master," I gasped. He removed his fingers and replaced them with a vibrating ball.
"Now get down, get in the kitchen and cook me some dinner." I jumped down and crawled to the kitchen, wagging my tail and feeling the vibrations in my pussy. I cooked scallops with lemon sauce and prawn linguine. When it was almost ready I told my master, he sat at the dining room table and I served him.
Served with a chilled white wine, I knelt beside his chair and he occasionally threw something out for me to chase and eat. My pussy vibrator had been slowly ticking over, enough to be enjoyable but not enough to give satisfaction.
Back in the bedroom Darren sorted some clothes for me to wear while I did my hair and makeup. Low cut blouse, a short skirt and almost sensible shoes were given to me and we set off for the pub. You may have noticed my lack of bra and knickers.
The skirt was just long enough to hide my tail as I stood, maybe not when I walked. In the pub I sat carefully trying to keep my tail under wraps. Things were going well until he decided that we should play pool.
Under normal circumstances I am quite a good pool player but as It takes bending low over the table which does two things. It makes my skirt lift and show at least my tail and possibly more. The view down my blouse would give a view of my cleavage and even my nipples.
The pub was quite busy, the pool table is at one end with a few seats at the end where you tee off or whatever it's called. Two couples were at these tables. The majority of the customers were at the other end of the pub.
He made me start which is not too bad; I didn't really have to bend down so my nipples remained incognito for the time being. The tip or perhaps a bit more of the tail may have shown to the couples behind me
I spent most of the game playing shots from the sides of the table. I was actually winning and was left with a shot at the black. The white was in the middle of the table and the black near the top cushion. This meant I had to lean right across the table showing my tail and more to three quarters of the pub. I could not lower my boobs to lay on the table because his balls were in the way (pool balls). My boobs were totally exposed to the couples, the lads enjoyed the view.
I was so embarrassed and just as I took the shot he turned the vibrator on full. I jumped and missed the black completely, giving him two shots to set me up again. And he did but the other way, so the two couples looked up my skirt and I managed to get my boobs on the table.
I potted the black! Probably not the best idea in my situation, he was angry enough. Taking my hand he led me to the exit, I thought this strange as we still had drinks on the table. The toilets were on the way out and he directed me into the gents. Why do men's toilets always smell? He turned the vibrator right down.
Two men were weeing with their backs to me obviously, I was pushed into a cubicle where he had a wee. "On your knees," he ordered. Why do men always wee on the floor? I knelt and when he had finished he placed his semi hard cock in my mouth. I licked around it, wondering if I was going to have to make him cum.
I didn't, he pulled out and put it away. Rolling my waistband over he shortened my skirt as he led me out, a chap was washing his hands, master didn't, he looked me up and down. I felt like flipping my skirt at him and showing more of my tail but master was holding my hand.
We sat down with our drinks, as I sat the plug went further in and the vibrator sprung into life. I seemed to be the centre of attention. I was blushing with embarrassment and sexual tension. My pussy would be leaking with the humiliation which always turns me on, the vibrator increased the flood.
The skirt he had chosen was of course a thin cotton summer one which will have a wet patch on the back plainly visible to all. I hadn't climaxed yet but I would not last much longer. Master had an evil look and was not going to stop the vibrator in a hurry.
