This is a story I did as a little colab with a friend to share ideas, and to get practice writing in first person which isn't something I've tried before, and wiring it in first person from the other person's POV was definitely an interesting challenge. Enjoy!
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He had arrived the way I wanted him, black shirt and jeans, his smart black blazer fitting to his broad shoulders. I'd convinced him I would be a good little sub, all his, but I had a trump card to play.
"Hello, kitten," he snarled, his eyes full of fury, as he shut the door and stepped up to tower above me, "ready for Your master?"
I smirked, knowing what I was about to do would ruin his little plan. I was wearing what he requested, a skinny fitting vest and black shorts with suspenders. My hair was wavy, my makeup was dark and sexy. I knew I looked stunning, irresistible to him.
From my shorts pocket I pulled out a slip of paper, watching the confusion on his face, and opened it up for him to read.
"Oh fuck," his eyes widened and he looked at me, a rather shocked expression on his face.
"Hello puppy," I smiled wide, "you're my play thing tonight, since I'd like to use this now," I waved the paper mockingly at him. It was one of his Christmas gifts, stating he would be the sub whenever I presented the paper. One use, and I was going to use it well.
"On your knees, puppy," I pointed to the floor.
"Get f-" a sharp, swift slap silenced him and made him take a few steps back. He look at me, anger in his eyes, holding his sore cheek. I could see his hand twitching, dying to put me in my place. I raised my hand again and he reeled, taking a few more steps back.
"Do I need to repeat myself?" I ask, and he drops. I feel a shock strike through me as his knees hit the floor, my dom is stirring, clawing to be out fully. Not yet.
I circle around him, watching his hands and admiring his outfit. I loved his black shirt, I loved how hot he was. He knew he was beat, and it killed him, that he has dressed like this for no reason but to be tormented. I went to the bed, where I'd placed some toys and grabbed the collar and restraints. As I went back over to him, I held them in front of him.
"You're going to be my little bitch, puppy," I smirk, seeing the sub appearing in his eyes, "I'm going to beat you, bruise you, because tonight you are mine to hurt and torture,"
I roughly wrapped the collar around his throat, giving it a quick tug and making him wince. I then grabbed the restraints, clanking them on his wrist and dragging him by them to the radiator where the other kept him tied to the metal pipe sticking out the wall. He looked up at me, expectantly, I knew the sub inside him wanted to play...and I would deliver.
"Now you're where I want you, I'm going to hurt you. Do you understand you cunt?" He nodded slowly. Not. Good. Enough. Swiftly I slapped him, then again with the back of my hand. I stared him down, his lip trickling a little blood. How weak.
"I'm sorry...mistress...I understand," he grovelled, dabbing his lip and looking in horror at the blood on his fingertips, "please..don't slap me anymore," I rolled my eyes and he cowered.
"Oh you're so fucking pathetic," I sighed, walking back over to the bed, "I'm not going to slap you," I picked up the riding crop, it's leather felt so good in my hand. I had bought it for him to use on me but it was going to be so much fun hitting him with it. I know it will make him angry, but maybe that's what I wanted, "I'm going to beat you with your own precious toy. I'm going to watch you suffer," I walked back over to him to tease him with it. My domme was out and she wanted revenge. I dragged the tip of the crop gently over his face, down his throat and all the way down to his knee where it stayed.
"Lets play a game," his eyes went from the crop to my face then back again, "I want you to count every hit. Get to ten and we stop, miss a count and I start again. Do you understand?"
"Yes..mistress," I smirked as he remember his manners, calling me the correct name. His sub side was weak, not yet a brat like mine. Not yet able to really fight me.
I raised the crop and striked it hard on his leg, making him swear under his breath before counting, "one.."
It was such a shame I couldn't hit his bare skin, but I was enjoying this anyways. Getting my own back, making him whimper and cower from me. Seeing the sub in his eyes, soaking in the ego boost it was giving me. I raised the crop again, watching him flinch, before bringing it sharply down on his other leg.
"Two...fuck..." he was being so good, such a good sub. But I wouldn't tell him, he needed his beating first. He needed to pay for the many times he'd hit me.
I hit him again, twice this time against his arms. He wasn't expecting it and groaned loudly, "three...four..."
I looked in his eyes, for a moment, and could see the fire beginning to flare. Oh yes, my master was appearing. And I love my master.
"such a good puppy," I placed my hand under his chin and made him look at me. His murky green eyes couldn't quite look me in the eyes and that fueled me. I roughly threw his face to the side before raising the crop and striking his upper thigh, a little too close for his liking to his privates.
"Fuck! Be careful!" He shifted, the restraints clanking off metal, he rubbed his thigh, "five," I could tell he was angry now, his hands tense and his body more upright. He was no longer fully sub, something..no..someone else was here. I raised the crop and brought it down...But he caught it in his strong hand.
"What do you-" I remarked as he ripped off his restraints and took the crop off me, throwing it to the side. I couldn't react, I was scared now. He stood quickly, too quickly for me to back off and away from him. He grabbed me by the throat with one hand and started undoing the collar round his throat with the other.
"Stupid little sub," he stated, feeling me gulp against his hand, "do you really think I'd let you hit me ten times? Oh no no, you're my fucking bitch now and I'm going to make you fucking hurt," he pulled off the collar and threw that aside too, his other hand now groping my body, my curves, "I'm going to beat you, punish you, make you wish you'd never pulled that little trick. Then I'll fuck you, use you until you're covered in nothing but my cum and my marks," his grip tightened more and I clawed at his hands, whimpering slightly. Secretly this was turning me on, making me want him so desperately but I would never tell him. I loved it when he took control, when he would break me. I wanted my master.
"Lets begin, kitten," he smirked.
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He was in charge now, card or not I was his bitch. I loved that. I looked up at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to make his move. I didn't have to wait long. He pushed me away by my throat, and took a long stride, following me, pushing me onwards as I stumbled backwards, almost lifting me off the ground with one strong hand, until I slammed into the wall. The impact wobbled a photo frame, and sent a shockwave echoing around my chest and head. He leant down close to me, bringing his eyes level with mine. I could feel his hot breath against my made-up cheeks, smell his aftershave wafting in the air, I could see the fire in his eyes. Instantly he cut through the fog that was clouding my mind. My attention was locked on him, my body hanging on his every action. I was so excited.
"Now," he began, "first things first, YOU'RE going to take those hits. All ten. And then the five you hit me with on top. And you will count. And you will thank me for each and every one. You will say 'Thank you master' after each and every hit. Do you understand?"
"Yes master," I purred back, eyes wide. Where would he hit me? With what? 15 times?! Shit...
His strong hand gripped my shoulder, and spun me around, slamming my face against the wall and making me grunt as the force crushed my breasts. Instinctively I stuck out my bum slightly, hoping he would hit me there... He couldn't resist. His hand traced down my back, following my spine, and down my round bum, which he grabbed hard, hard enough to make me whimper very slightly. As it moved downwards sparks raced ahead of it, zapping from his hands, down my spine, to between my legs. Then SMACK!
"Ahhh!" I squealed, trying to stifle a moan as the impact stung me, and intensified the sparks a hundredfold "... One... Thank you master" SMACK! on the other cheek this time, "T-two, thank you, master." Three, Four, Five, Six I counted, each one hard, and forceful, making me scream and whimper and grunt. A little moan escaped my lips as he stopped, and caressed the sore spots. "Please master.. It hurts"
"Oh it hurts, does it?" He mocked me, his voice full of pretend sympathy.
"Yes..."
"GOOD. It's fucking meant to! You dumb cunt. Of course it fucking hurts. You're lucky I'm just using my hand, and not using the crop as you did. Or my belt."
Instantly I panicked. "No Master, please, not the belt! I've not been that bad have I?!" I whimpered, scared just at the mention of his belt. It terrified me.
"I don't care if you've been bad, or good," he snarled back at me, "I don't care if you're scared. I don't care if it leaves marks, if it leaves scars, if it. Fucking. Breaks you. All I care about is hurting you. Because I enjoy it."
"Master..." I whimpered pathetically, hoping he would show a sliver of mercy.
