In response to a couple of questions I have gotten, yes these stories are in fact true of my life experiences with my Dom. They are not going to be in chronological order necessarily, as I am writing the particular scenes that he requests of me. Hope you like this one too!
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This time was not like the last. That was slow and careful, an exploration of his new toy, what caused a reaction and how to push me up and over the edge again and again...and again. This was different. I had sent him a picture of what I was wearing that day, as I did every day, and he told me to make sure to leave the skirt on for when he arrived late that evening. We had a different hotel this time, a residence in, where we were going to cook dinner after; when we had removed ourselves from the power of the scenes we created together. I was looking forward to that almost as much as I was looking forward to having his cock back inside me.
The moment we walked in the door it began. There was no slow start to anything. He put down the bags and reached up to my curls, dragging his hand through them and making a fist, wrenching my head back to meet his in a crushing kiss. He gripped my hands in his other, wrapping his fingers around my wrists and pushing me back towards the wall, causing me to stumble slightly in my heels at his frantic pace. His mouth moved against mine again and again, his tongue sliding in next to mine, hard enough to shock a moan out of me. Letting go of my hair, he wrenched my shirt out of the high waisted skirt, dragging it up and over my head before being momentarily enraptured by my heaving breasts. The push up bra was doing it's job, and I felt a stab of satisfaction that he was so clearly happy with what he saw, though he never hid how much he liked that particular set of my assets.
He flipped me around and pressed me up against the wall, sliding the skirt up and over my ass, making it a ring around my waist. The thong I wore was pulled roughly down my thighs to my knees. Once again I was almost entirely exposed before he had shed even an article of clothing. I felt so dirty, so available and dying to be used. It made my pussy start to throb and I could feel the wetness beginning to build. Soon it would coat my lips and my thighs. It only made it worse when he slapped my ass and ran his fingers through my lips.
"My little slut is already soaked for me I see," he growled into my ear, obviously pleased. It was all I could do to nod and gasp when his fingers, wet with my juices, found my clit and started circling it slowly, slipping over it again and again. He once again tugged on my hair, forcing my head back and my back to arch as he slid his right hand around my waist to better stroke my needy cunt. I obediently kept my hands on the wall, not interfering, just moaning and sighing as he slid one finger in and out of me in between rubbing my swollen clit. I'd never been turned on so fast, not even before when he had me blindfolded and cuffed on his bed. Within minutes I could feel myself rising to the point of no return.
"Please, please Sir may I cum?" I whispered, unable to fully find my voice in the heat of my submissive passion.
"Cum for me," he whispered, placing his cheek, rough with stubble, next to mine. The slight scratching pushed me over the edge and I started an orgasm that immediately weakened my knees. I started to stumble, which pulled on my hair, the pain sending another wave of orgasmic pleasure through down to my toes. He held me up until I came down and leaned panting against the wall.
He didn't give me much time to recover however. He obviously had plans for how this evening was going to go. I could tell that I was going to have to work harder to please him than I had to before. I was not going to be a passive submissive this time around. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into one of the bedrooms in the apartment style suite and stood me at the foot of the bed, facing away from him.
"Strip."
I rushed to obey, straightening my skirt so that I could get to the zipper and slide it off, pulling my thong the rest of the way off with it on the way down. I reached behind me and unsnapped my bra, letting my double D's swing free, goosebumps running over my body as the light sheen of sweat between my breasts met with the cool air of the room. I leaned over quickly to pull of my heels and then stood waiting for my next instructions, the pile of clothing at my feet.
I had been preoccupied with what I was doing, so I didn't realize that he too had shed his clothing until he pressed up against my back, evidence of how much my body turned him on pressing between my ass cheeks. He reached around and roughly palmed my breasts, pinching and pulling the nipples a few times to get a reaction before he again stepped away. I heard the zipper of the toy bag, loud in the quiet room. I could feel him behind me again, close, but not touching this time. I wanted to turn around and look at what he had grabbed out of the bag, but I knew that if he had wanted me to see, he would have shown me. So I remained still. Well, mostly still, besides the tremors that continued to run up and down my body. An after effect of my orgasm and being so near to him.
Without warning, he pulled my arms behind my back. Laying my forearms on top of one another high on my back, he cuffed my wrists to opposite arms. This position kept me from moving my hands and forced my chest out, a side effect that I knew he would enjoy. My nipples got harder as he tightened the velcro cuffs on my arms, and my pussy continued to leak, now sliding down my bare thighs. He slapped my thigh, rather gently, indicating that I was to spread my legs for him. I obeyed instantly and felt him press up against me once again as soon as I was in position.
"I am going to cane you," he whispered in my ear. "Not as a punishment and not because you need correction, but simply because I can. And because I like it. You are going to cry for me tonight, little one."
I whimpered in response, my pussy flooding at his words. He knew how to bring the masochist out in me. But he wasn't yet done.
"After each time this cane hits your lovely backside you are going to thank me. And you are going to ask to serve me. After every one. If you forget or miss one, I will add another to the end of what I was planning on giving you. Do you understand?" I nodded, equal parts apprehensive and turned on.
"I asked you a question, and I expect an answer," he growled, twisting my exposed nipple until I cried out.
"Yes, I understand Sir," I squeaked out once I could find my voice.
"Good girl," he kissed my neck once and then stepped back. My body was suddenly cold without his heat enveloping me from behind.
