NOTE TO ALL READERS: This story in no way describes what an actual Dom/sub relationship is like. This was just something that popped into my head, and I decided to write down. For those of you in a Dom/sub relationship, please do not take offense to what you are about to read, as that was not my intention.
"On your hands and knees, slut!" Her Master yelled at her.
"Yes, Master," she softly whispered back and got down on all fours.
His bedroom was dark except for the dozens of candles He had lit. her long black hair was pulled back into a pony tail, so that it was easier for Him to pull her hair when He wanted to. The spiked collar on her slim neck seemed to be almost too tight, but it was just the way He liked it. He tugged at the leash attached to her collar, wrapping it around His hand. she held in the whimper that almost escaped her blood red lips because if she were to let it out, He would punish her more.
When He called her earlier that night, she knew what He wanted of her. she made sure to shower and shave so He would be pleased with her. she dressed in a leather bra and matching crotch-less panties. she almost cried as she was dressing. she put her collar on and almost cried thinking of what tonight would bring. she always tried her hardest to obey her Master, but this was her first dominating relationship; all her others, she was treated as an equal. her slender, pale body looked good in the outfit she chose, but before she left her home, she put on her trench coat to make sure no one saw what she was wearing. she felt somewhat embarrassed to be with Him, but she felt she had no choice. T/they had been seeing each other for almost a year already, and she was still terrified of Him. she drove to His apartment, ready for the worst. Before she left her car, she removed her trench coat so He wouldn't be upset with her. As soon as she was let it, He hit her, yelling that she wasn't on all fours as she should have been. she held back the tears as she stayed in position while He went to go get the whips. she knew what was coming. she should have known better. she wasn't good enough to stand to greet Him yet. she had not reached His level yet. she bit her lip, holding back the tears, as she felt the whip crack against her back.
"Count them out!!!" He yelled at her.
He stopped at 25, and she remained where she was, not moving a muscle. He returned five minutes later pleased to find she was right where He left her.
"Very good, slave. You decided not to move. How soon you seem to forget when I don't summon you here for a while." He frowned down at her.
"I'm sorry, Master. I was not thinking. I'm sorry, Master. Thank you for teaching me a lesson," she had her head bowed down.
"You may rise," He told her. she sat back on her knees. she always had to be on her knees in His presence. she kept her head bowed down, not making eye contact with Him, afraid to look Him in the eye.
He towered over her, whether she was kneeling or standing. He stood at a full six feet and had dark brown hair with light blue eyes. When she first saw Him, it was His smile that attracted her. He had a beautiful smile, perfect teeth, and full lips. He was muscular and had a great ass. He told her His name was Jareth. she had to admit that it was a unique name. T/they began to talk and grow closer, and soon, T/they were dating. she really liked Him, and a few months into the relationship, He introduced her into His lifestyle. He never allowed her to be anything but His slave, His toy. At first, she somewhat enjoyed it, because it was a new experience, after all. He was lenient with her at first because she was knew to it, but after about two months, He began punishing her for not following orders precisely or not wearing her hair the right way. He only acting this way to her when T/they were in His apartment; in public, He was a perfect gentleman. As time went by, she began to fear Him, and as much as she wanted out of the relationship, she was afraid to leave. He degraded her, telling her that no one would want such a disobedient wench and He told her other things. she often thought back to the way things were between them before He brought her into His world, how He treated her with respect, how T/they used to make love, and how she would run her fingers through His hair as T/they laid in bed afterwards. she missed being treated as an equal. she missed having a normal relationship.
she was snapped out of her thoughts as she heard Him unzipping His pants. she lifted her head up and opened her mouth wide, waiting to accept Him. she stole a glance up at His face as His pants dropped to the floor and saw a pleased smile on His face, right before He jammed His cock in her mouth and started pumping away. she licked and sucked on His seven inch cock as best as she could with Him thrusting so forcefully into her mouth. The first few times He did this, she gagged and He punished her. she learned to take it, to get used to it, but not to enjoy it. There were times where He would let her take her own pace at pleasing Him, but at times like this, He just wanted release. His low grunts were already making her wet, and she was still unsure why she reacted the way she did to Him basically forcing himself upon her. His paced quickened as He was starting to reach His climax, and He withdrew from her mouth in time to cum all over her face. she knew not to wipe it off, as much as she wanted to. It disgusted her so much and made her feel dirty, but He liked seeing her with His seed all over her face.
"You look beautiful, my dirty, little slut." He looked at her with pride upon His face.
"Thank you, Master," she replied softly as He pulled His pants back up.
"You love having my cum all over your face, don't you, slut?"
"Yes, Master. It makes me feel dirty," she said with a small, forced smile upon her face.
"And you love feeling dirty, don't you?"
"Yes, Master." she felt ashamed. she needed a shower. she needed to feel clean.
He left her where she was as He went into the kitchen, and she fought the urge to wipe her face clean. He returned only moment later with a wet napkin and threw it at her.