Five years ago I was dating a short man of Irish descent who, despite his small stature, was a very commanding man who loved to control women and at that time in my life, I wanted to be controlled, so we made a very good pairing. He was my Dominant but I will refer to him as my Owner since that is what he did. He owned me at that time.
He was not an attractive man but because of his ability to put me in my place, he managed to keep me aroused and sexually ready for just about anything on a constant basis.
No one could understand why I was with him and quite frankly I was not ready to explain, but I was ready to obey and be dominated as much as he was ready to have a submissive at his disposal.
On Valentine's Day that year, he brought out a fairly good sized gift box that was all done in red wrapping paper with hearts and bows all over. Included was a lovely card that said, "So happy you BELONG to me for Valentines." Could I have asked for a more perfect sentiment? Not at all.
Although I was disappointed that he did not give me flowers or candy, I was anxious and eager, so I ripped open the wrapping, once I was given permission, of course. As I unfolded the tissue paper, I found a beautiful studded dog collar, in pink of course, and a matching leash, attached with a tag that read, "put me on I have a surprise for you."
Without hesitation I put it on and felt the crack of a riding crop across my naked ass, which sent shivers down my spine to my pussy and I could feel my juices begin to flow as the heat and sting from each slap of the crop landed on the same spot on my bottom each time. I moved my fingers closer to satisfy my craving and was "rewarded" with a very strong handed whip/slap and a harsh, "did I give you permission to play with my pussy?"
I lowered my head and replied, "No sir," and could feel the pain and the overwhelming urge to have an orgasm, which my owner could see by my anxious wiggling.
He smiled and gave me permission to play with my pussy and the wetness I found made it so easy to slide my fingers deep into my pussy. I quickly massaged my clit to a wonderful orgasm, and at just the moment that I felt my orgasm take over, and as he swung the crop, I damn near fell to my knees with the intensity of the throbbing of my pussy lips and clit. Not once...not twice but three times one right after the other!
Oh what a feeling of pleasure I was having at that moment, when all of a sudden he stopped my hand and told me I had to wait for any more. I was crushed but, he told me we were going for a ride and I could not take off the collar or the leash.
We had never gone out in public with anything that would show I was a submissive and the thought that others would see me in this way was like a drug to me. To be able to show the world who I was, what I was and who I belonged to was enough to make me dizzy with anticipation!
I asked for permission to lick my fingers and was told I could not, but, I was allowed to rub my scent and my juices all over his beard and mustache so he could smell his submissive all day while we were out. I did as I was told, and smeared my juices and proceeded to sniff his beard and inhale my own pussy scent, which only served to make me hotter still!
He could see this was turning me on and a smile came over his entire face, almost like "the cat that swallowed the canary."
I was told to wear my outrageously high (3") sandals, that I wore once in a while but never around my owner (so as not to appear higher than him). I was quite surprised to find he was pleased to see that I was well over 6" taller than he was.
He brought out a pair of jeans that were a bit too tight but showed off my ample ass and I was told I could not wear panties.