Author's Note. This is a SPECIAL INTEREST (BDSM/Lifestyle) story; it is not intended to appeal to everyone. If you are not cognizant of, or do not approve of BDSM activities, this story is NOT LIKELY to entertain you.
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She had requested a BDSM session; we had a previous relationship as a Dominant and his submissive, but the 24/7 regimen was a bit much for both of us. Still, her (and my) remembrances of some of our more intense scenes has re-aroused her senses, and she is here to show me her increased need for pain.
Lisa has come to the back door and knocked (I already knew she was there) and positioned herself as previously directed, facing away from it. She already knew my penchant for taking control right from the start. I opened the door, and she immediately kneeled, awaiting the leash/collar and blindfold that she knew would be affixed to her. I placed the metal choke collar over her head and slid it down across her face, and onto her neck. Remaining silent, I attached the leash to the collar, bringing her under my control. She remained silent; she knew to not break the rules that we'd so carefully cultivated during our relationship. She knew that speaking before being spoken to would cause 'punishments' to be applied. She moved her head up and backward, to assist me in placing the blindfold over her face.
"Stand, slave." I would never refer to her by her given name during the session.
I assisted her, placing my hand on her shoulder, and gently pulling her backwards through the door, into my home. My hand brushed her hair and gently caressed her face as I closed the door and engaged the deadbolt.
"Do not move, slave!" I instructed her, whispering into her ear. "From this point on, your movement will be controlled by me. You will see me when I allow you to see me; when you have earned that privilege. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
She was already trembling. "Yes, Daddy." Her voice was quivering. I could sense her already moving deeply into her submissive aura.
I began to channel her emotions into natural reaction to my voice and physical manipulations. Pressing my body tightly against her from behind, I ran my hands over her arms and around her waist, then sliding them up her front, brushing her breasts, gently, then firmly squeezing them, causing an involuntary gasp to escape her lips. Her body is reacting I could feel her buttocks pressing backwards, seeking the hardness she knew would be found inside of my robe. My hands continued moving upward, moving to her painted and wet lips. Her mouth was already parted, and her tongue darted out, seeking contact with my fingers.
But it was too early to allow her to go where she wanted to be taken. She couldn't have that, not just yet. Still pressing into her buttocks, making certain she knew that 'the prize' was already hard and throbbing in anticipation, I moved both hands down across her neck, encircling it to make certain she understood MY need for control. I tightened my hands around her throat, and she arched her head backward in natural submission, showing complete access and compliance; she's indeed a sensual, submissive creature, intent on being totally consumed by the sexual fires that motivate her. And tonight, her total, absolute, and utter submission is the only objective.
"Come here, slave. See what I have for you today," I commanded her. I led her forward, gently guiding her and placing her hand on the kitchen countertop.
"Take off your clothes, slut," I directed. "All of them. I want you naked. You have 40 seconds." She trembled, not knowing what is going to happen, but she hurriedly began to strip off her clothes. As she stripped, I accepted her outer wear, and placed them on a kitchen chair. I also looked to ensure that she had complied with my instructions that she was not to enter my home with either a bra or panties. With seconds to spare, she stood blindfolded and naked before me.
Again, I placed one hand at her throat; she easily moved her face upward, so that I had access to handle her there as I wished. As I tightened my grip, I could feel her communicating to me her need to have her airflow reduced; it's an issue of 'trust' between us. I eased my hand from her throat though, moving it to slap her gently on the side of her cheek. Airflow play and face slapping would simply be 'side play' this evening.
I guided her into the foyer, and directed her into a submissive, kneeling position on the pallet that is there. She knew the drill; she spread her knees apart, and rested her buttocks on the heels of her feet, her face bowed, she moved her hands down the front of her thighs, palms outward. I found myself mesmerized, looking at her; she presented a very pretty picture in that position, like the perfect sub that I'd always wanted. She keeps her cunt completely shaved; it's a condition that Daddy Doms enjoy seeing in our submissives. It's also small and tight, with just the tiniest tip of her clitoris making an appearance.
I caressed her face again, and then slapped her hard, to let her know that she is going to be enjoyed by me, but that her pleasure is also assured. It's also an unspoken signal that the next phase of the session is beginning.
I removed the blindfold from her face, but kept her head submissively bowed.
"Slave..." I moved her face upward, allowing her to look at me.
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Do you feel me, you little slut? Do you sense my control?" I raked my hand into her hair and grabbed it forcefully.
"Yes, Daddy."
"Who is your Master, slave?" I asked.
"You are my Master..."
"Slave, who is your Owner, your Master, your world?"
"You are, Daddy. I am nothing but Your slave, Your property, Your toy, Your slut to be used as you see fit," Her answer ended in a whisper, barely discernible to me.
"Do you trust me? Do you trust my use of you this evening? Do you give of yourself completely... without hesitation?"
"Without hesitation, Daddy..." she replied, her voice quivering and falling silent.
"Good, slave... I would never harm you; a good submissive is too valuable to be harmed. But... I AM going to whip you... I'm going to smack your ass and flog you, tonight. And then, I'm going to fuck you senseless. Do you understand that, slave?"
"Yes, sir, I understand. And I need You to do all of that. I know You would never harm me, Daddy. I welcome Your use of me. I feel privileged to be allowed to give myself to You in this way."
Instantly... gruffly, I grabbed her hair, and pulled her face into my crotch, between the opening of my robe. Intuitively, lisa knew what was coming next. She could feel the surge of my cock, which was throbbing and dribbling precum in anticipation of being pleasured.
"Grab the backs of my thighs, baby... Daddy needs to feed his little girl."
lisa moved her hands to me, steadying herself against my thighs. I removed my robe completely, and then grabbed the nape of her neck...
"Can you feel the heat from my cock, little one?"
"Yes, Sir, I can..."
"Then put the fire out, baby."
She began to lick my cock hungrily, as if she'd denied herself food to leave room for this. My dick began to waggle wildly from the force of her tongue, pushing it upwards, and to the sides. Lisa worked me from the crown of my dick to it's base, down to the nutsack, and then back along the underside, leaving a 'snails trail' of wetness as she went along.
I was on the verge of losing control, and I grabbed her hair, yanking her face away for a minute.
"What're you trying to do, slut? End this before it even gets started?"
"I'm sorry, Daddy... I got carried away, a bit."
That was the opening I was looking for.
"Then, let me show you what 'carried away' is like, bitch."
"Suck me... Take the head into your mouth!" I commanded her.
She hesitated, looking up at me, questioningly, but her mouth opened again almost immediately, and her tongue began to probe outward, seeking the piss-hole of my cock. I pushed in roughly, to assert my control of this hot-mouthed sexual creature, this slut that I was about to mouth-fuck! Her eyes immediately opened wider, and I sensed the top of her throat contracting involuntarily as she attempted to adjust to the change in rhythm, from sucking and licking on my dick, to being fucked in the mouth.
I pulled back, and looked down at lisa, making eye contact to be sure she knew my intentions. I saw her initial apprehension being overcome by a hunger to be used, to be throat fucked without end. That was one of the things I loved about her; she knew who she was, and had no qualms about giving herself fully, in fact to be shown again and again to be a total fuck and pain slut. Lisa NEEDED to be abused...
I began slowly thrusting my aching cock into her mouth, and lisa would lave her tongue along the underside of it upon each withdrawal. I pulled my hand up from her neck, into her blond hair, and steadied her head; the thrusts became progressively more aggressive, and soon I was pumping myself beyond the entrance to her throat. Lisa began to gag, and her eyes widened even more as she tried to accept the increasingly harsh and deep punishment of her throat. Lisa's eyes had begun to tear up, but she held steady, good little slut that she was. I fucked into her even more forcibly, making her gag, and saliva begun to push out of the sides of her mouth as I pushed in.
I pulled back momentarily. "Is this too much dick for you, whore? Are you crying, 'baby?'"
"Don't stop, Sir..." She managed, as she regained some self-control. "I'll be okay. I need what you're doing..."
Wordlessly, I forced my cock back into her face, resuming the throat pummeling that she 'needed.' Her gagging became even more pronounced, and she pulled her face away several times. Each time however, she opened her mouth WIDE to let me know she didn't want to stop. I responded by slowing the fuck, gently stroking her mouth, and dick slapping her face. She accepted the change of rhythm, offering her face for me to bathe as I would with a face cloth. I grabbed her hair again, and pushed her face between my thighs, grazing her face with my low-slung balls.
