I knelt on the cushion by the door, glad that we'd gone with memory foam to protect my knees while I waited for Him to arrive home. I was completely naked save for my collar and cuffs at each wrist and ankle. I was freshly cleaned and shaved, my hair pulled into two high ponytails like He loved. My pussy was already soaked at the thought of what was to come.
Most of the time, we lived our life as equals sharing the work and household load and participating in a thriving social life with friends. Anyone who knew us would never guess at our bedroom dynamics...that He liked tying me down and whipping me until I cried and that I needed it like I needed air. I loved giving Him control, turning off my brain from the stressed of life and work and being forced to accept whatever He gave.
I shivered as the air conditioner kicked higher to combat the rising summer heat, though some of it was anticipation. It had been two weeks since we'd last had the time to fully descend into depravity together and I was struggling without it, my emotional state in shambles.
I glanced at the clock...any moment now He'd walk through the door and everything would be okay again. I let myself fall into the deep breathing techniques we'd discussed together and thought through what my request for the night would be. Each night we played, I could make one request that was guaranteed to be granted, though at a moment of His choosing and where I usually had to work for it. Whether it was for more than one orgasm, a harsh caning, a gentler evening, or any number of things I could think of...I always got one request granted each time.
Finally I heard His key in the door. It was only two minutes since I'd checked the clock but it had felt like an eternity while I waited. Something inside my chest relaxed the moment I saw Him come through the door, His eyes immediately finding mine as He dropped His work bag on the side.
He bent over, one hand cupping my cheek as he kissed me deeply. I melted into the kiss, moaning as He swept His tongue into my mouth and His other hand dropped to my tits, gently twisting my nipples.
He pulled back and I whimpered...actually whimpered...and He smoothed a hand over my hair, smiling down at me. "Patience, pet. Let me get my shoes off and we'll begin."
Luckily, He took them off by the door and was right back in front of me just moments later. Another part of me relaxed at the love I saw in His face as He looked down at me.
"Come, my love." He gestured towards the living room, walking ahead of me as I began crawling behind. It was a rule I was always to be on my knees when we were in a scene unless He said otherwise. I loved it, loved the way it made me sink deeper into submission.
He sat down on the couch, legs spread as he relaxed back and I crawled between them. He was still in His dress pants and shirt but even that just reinforced who was in charge right now and He knew how I loved it.
He leaned down, clipping my wrist and ankle cuffs together on each side so that I was locked in this kneeling position with my hands out of the way. Relaxing back, He stroked my cheek gently and I let my head rest against His thigh. I could have spent the entire night like that with just us being close together. But I needed more tonight...He needed more tonight.
"How are we feeling, my love?" He asked, checking in before we began. "You've been a bit off the last week...getting frustrated easier, crying more than usual, slipping on your self-care."
"I-" My eyes slipped shut as I tried to give explanation to the emotions that had been swirling in my chest all week. "I just feel overwhelmed. It's a busy period at work and we've been busy with friends and I feel like we haven't been able to have enough quality time this month just the two of us."
"I do think we overbooked ourself this month." He murmured as he leaned forward, kissing me softly, and rested His forehead against mine. His eyes locked on mine. "Is that all though?"
"And usually we have nights like tonight more often but we haven't in so long and..." I trailed off, chewing distractedly on my lower lip.
"And?" He gently prompted.
"And I feel lost without them...without this. I feel so overwhelmed and lost right now. I don't even know what I'm feeling. Just that this always makes it right."
"Oh sweetheart, I wish you would have told me sooner." He pressed a kiss to my forehead. "We could have cancelled some of our plans this week."
"I know...I just...I wanted to go see friends and go out and have fun. I just think I've been unbalanced because of it."
"Well, let's reschedule some of next week so that we've got more alone time." He leaned back against the couch, thumb tracing my bottom lip. "It's been difficult for me as well not getting you to myself."
I couldn't help myself as I sucked His thumb into my mouth, gently scraping it with my teeth. He inhaled slowly, pressing the digit in further as I swirled my tongue around it like I would if it were His cock.
"This entire weekend is just us." He tilted my head up and I hadn't realized my eyes had slipped shut until that moment. "How does that sound?"
I nodded, sucking hard on his thumb. The bulge in His pants was growing and my mouth was watering at the idea of replacing His finger with it.
He pulled His thumb away, ignoring my whimper of frustration as He trailed the wetness across my cheek before cupping my face. "I had planned on a rather intense night for us. Is that what you want? Or do you want gentle?"
"I want intense." I trailed off as I pressed further into His hand, taking comfort in both being held and in Him leaving the decision up to me.
"And what is your request for tonight?" His hand switched to gripping my chin firmly, drawing my attention back to Him, forcing me to make eye contact. He was smiling...I knew He loved our intense sessions.
"Please make me cry." It had taken a long time in the beginning of our relationship before I could even make the request without feeling embarrassed. Now, though, I made the request often enough that it was almost as easy as begging for orgasms.
"Good girl," He said, eyes full of pride. "Any specific ways you want it?"
I shifted on my knees, glancing down at the belt hiding away His dick. "Belt please, Sir. And anything else you want. I am yours."
"Yes, you are." His hand slipped from my chin and reached up to grip my hair, pulling me out of my relaxed kneel and drawing me towards Him for a kiss.
It was long, sloppy, and so full of desire it made my head spin. He was unrelenting, taking control so swiftly of the kiss I didn't even have the option to make Him work for it. I was gasping as He pulled me back by my hair, His eyes gleaming with focused intensity.
He stood abruptly, hand grasped in my hair as He headed towards the bedroom. I crawled next to Him, already sinking deeper into submission with every gentle tug on my hair. He had fully slipped into dominant mode.
"Bend over the bed, slut." I scrambled to comply, almost throwing myself down as I bent over. I adjusted my legs so they were spread how He liked, pressing my torso into the bed with hands over my head and crossed at the wrists. It forced my ass into the air, naturally putting both my fuckholes--as He called them--on display.
"Such a good girl for me, aren't you?" He trailed a finger over my ass cheeks before dipping down to my pussy. "So wet already. Such a fucking slut for me."
I whined at both His words and the effort it took to stay still as He pulled back from my pussy. I heard a bottle opening and then cold lube was dribbling down my asscrack, followed by two of His fingers roughly pushing it into my asshole.
"Who's ass is this?" He inserted a third finger, stretching me as I gasped.
"Your's, Sir!" I involuntarily rolled my hips as He slowly thrusted them in and out a few more times before withdrawing. My asshole was only empty for a few moments, though, as He pressed one of our thickest plugs in.
I groaned around the intrusion, loving the feeling of being full as it passed the widest point and settled inside.
"Good girl," He dropped His fingers to my pussy, lightly teasing it before moving away to the trunk in the corner that housed all our toys. "Let me tell you how tonight is going to go, my little slut."
"First, we're going to put your mouth to good use. Only once you've proved your worth as a slut will you then get what you asked for. And, if you take it like a good girl, you might get to cum tonight." I couldn't see Him from where I stayed bent over but His words sent nervous shivers through me nonetheless.
His hand landed with a sharp smack on my ass, immediately followed by two more. He pressed a hand in the middle of my back to keep me in place before the next one landed with more force. It wasn't long before I was squirming under his smacks. It didn't hurt...not like how I needed tonight. But I was warm and tingly and could feel my pussy dripping.
"That's better...nice and pink for me." He grabbed a fistful of my hair again, pulling me upright. "On your back, slut. Position two."
I crawled onto the bed, laying down with my arms loosely crossed under my back, and let my head fall off the edge. I spread my knees wide, baring my pussy for Him. The position left me little room to wiggle and thrust my tits up towards Him.
"Good slut."
And then He had one hand wrapped around my throat as He started thrusting into my mouth. I squirmed, forcing my throat to relax and accept His thrusts, trying to grab breaths when He would pull back.
"First hold, slut," He warned, pressing in as deep as my throat allowed. I couldn't even gag...He was deeper than that. He would hold it for however long He wanted and I just had to take it.
He slapped my tit and I moaned, my throat vibrating around Him.
"Such a good slut," He praised, His hand coming off my neck so that He could play with both tits at the same time. "Six slaps each and then a break."
He took His time, slapping each nipple harshly, then fondling them, before slapping them again. Each one made me moan or scream, giving Him just that little bit of added sensation. Right as I was starting to get lightheaded, He pulled back.
One hand stroked my face, smearing saliva and precum on my cheek, while he smiled down at me. "You look so pretty like this."
The praise went straight to my pussy and I begged for the first time that night. "Please, Sir!"
"Please, what?" He pinched a nipple hard and I squealed, almost breaking position.
"I need you to touch me," I begged.
