“You know, Sandy, one of your biggest flaws as a sub is your pride. It gets in the way of your submission,” he said, not unkindly.
Sandy had been given his training collar several months ago. She desperately wanted to please him, but she was having a tough time with begging. It felt awkward and somehow embarrassing to have to ask and plead to get her sexual needs met. She knew it pleased him and turned him on, but for some reason it just didn’t seem to work. She found herself tempted to giggle at the wrong times. Master attributed this to her stubborn pride.
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry. I want to please you, but I just can’t seem to get it right.”
“You will learn, girl. The lessons start tonight. Listen to me very carefully. Today, I want you to imagine all the pleasure and pain to come. Think about my hands on your flesh, the sting of the leather against your ass, think of what I’ll be doing to that wet pussy tonight. I want you to write a detailed fantasy for me based on those thoughts. Have it ready when I come to your room this evening. I’ll see you when I return from work.”
“Yes, sir. I will. I hope you have a good day at work.”
He kissed her gently on the forehead and smiled. She found herself lost in the warm regard of his velvety brown eyes.
“Remember, pet; your pleasure belongs to me. No matter how aroused you become today, do not touch yourself.”
Sandy swallowed hard and nodded her understanding as she watched him leave. Today would be a long day.
She fingered the heavy collar at her throat as she considered his instructions. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she began to picture his strong hands twisting her nipples, pulling them away from her body as the pleasure coursed along her nerve endings. As she went about her daily chores, her mind played with a variety of scenarios involving toys from his large collection.
As the day progressed, Sandy found herself becoming increasingly aware of her arousal. Early on, it had not been difficult to obey his instructions but now, slick with desire as a consequence of her fantasies, she trembled with the urge to stroke her clit. In an effort to regain control, she sat at her computer to compose a fantasy.
The words poured from her: Kneeling gracefully, she kissed her master’s bare feet. Still kneeling, she allowed her hands to stroke slowly up his legs as she reached for his belt buckle. Following the path of her hands with her lips, the slave kissed her way towards the object of her desire; the bulge hidden behind the fly of his leather pants. The smell of the leather mixed with his scent caused her nostrils to flare as she looked up, waiting for permission to proceed. At his slight nod, her mouth began to water as she tugged on the zipper.
Opening his pants fully, she helped him step out of them. Carefully, the slave folded her master’s trousers and set them aside. He relaxed on the sofa, naked from the waist down as he waited for her to continue the ritual of helping him undress.
Transcribing her thoughts for him added fuel to the fires of her passion. She continued with her detailed description of the scene, which culminated in her being allowed to slowly worship his cock with her lips and tongue. Just remembering the taste and feel of his turgid member in her mouth was almost more than Sandy could bear in her current state. She saved the fantasy and printed it
On legs shaky with desire, Sandy made final preparations for their dinner. She took a cool shower in a futile attempt to cool her ardor. The cold water, stinging her nipples, had the opposite effect. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so frustrated.
Finally, she heard him at the door. She rushed to greet him, wearing only his collar and a smile.
“Hi Sir,” she said as she took his coat.
“How was your day, my girl? Have you followed your instructions?”
“I had a good day Master, but…”
Unaccountably, Sandy found herself tongue-tied.
“But what, pet?”
“Sir, I’m so hot, I can barely stand it. Yes, I followed your instructions to the letter, but I’m losing my mind, I think.”
She blushed, causing him to chuckle.
“Good. Your day went as I planned. We’ll talk more after dinner. Right now, I want to watch the news. Fix me a drink, please.”
She nodded and turned to do his bidding. As she passed by his chair he grabbed her wrist, pulling her to him. Hooking a thick finger through the ring in her collar, he positioned her so that he could peer deeply into her green eyes.
“The drink can wait. Lie down across my knees.”
Wordlessly, Sandy complied. She felt his large hands run lightly across her buttocks. Without warning, he swatted her five times. Red heat bloomed across her alabaster skin. Sandy moaned as her body responded to his touch. Suddenly, the spanking ended. A finger slipped between her thighs to test the state of her arousal. As he probed her weeping slit, she was almost unable to curb her impulse to thrust against his hand. He felt her almost imperceptible twitch.
