Submission for Christmas

An Introduction to Submission for Christmas

Today is the day I get to meet Sir and experience real submission. Both excitement of the night to come and nervousness side tracks me during the morning as family begin to arrive for Christmas day celebrations. What will tonight be like? Will Sir be happy with my submission, will I provide him satisfaction?

I have received a text, could it be Sir? He has instructions for, "Put in the medium plug." Escaping while managing food preparation is not easy, but I do not want to disappoint Sir. In my bedroom I am prepared to insert the plug, but it is very cold. The plug is definitely bigger than the small and is tight. I feel the stretch before it pops into place. Sir told me I was a good girl for following his instructions, which made me feel warm and fuzzy knowing he was happy with me. I feel a warm glow of contentment. I like knowing that Sir is with me as I continue Christmas preparations. Sir is a part of the day because I am wearing a plug for him.

A short fifteen minutes later he has instructed me to take it out now or leave it in. The plug was pinching, so I choose to take it out. But I felt very empty when I did; it felt like he was no longer with me.

Bless Sir, he later allowed me to put the small plug in and instructed me to leave it in. It felt better having the plug in as a reminder of him and the night to come. Christmas lunch is over, but I can tell family and friends are going to linger. Generally I would love hosting, but today I am eager for them to say their good bye so I can see Sir.

Sir has sent me a picture of a sub with a bright red ass, which has so obviously been a recipient of her Dom's attention and is seeking comfort from him. It stirs a need in me I can't quite identify, but know I want to feel.

Everyone is finally gone! I am getting more anxious and yet excited. I want this, but am scared.

Will it be what I imagine? The dragon tail scars me; I wish I could ask Sir to only use his hand. Even the idea of a flogger makes me very nervous. I have to admit to myself I have delayed this meeting because I am scared of the dragon tail. I wish I could ask him not to use it, but I know he will be upset with me if I ask. I need to submit to his guidance and direction, but it is not easy to put my fear of the pain aside. I seek to be controlled, but the idea of extreme pain does not excite me. I have earned the dragon tail for being so argumentative and not trusting him in the lead up to tonight.

Am I doing the right thing? I have never met Sir before. I feel like I can trust him, but I am scared. Will he stop if it is too much and I ask him to? I wish I had a safe word, but he promised to stop if I asked. I need to trust that. I want to feel his control over me. I want to submit to him. I can run scared and loose him forever or submit and experience what I am craving.

I have arrived at the hotel and let Sir know I am here. I am feeling at a loss. I have laid out all the toys I bought for Sir's use. I have undressed, except the new panties and bra I bought to wear for Sir. Sir is on his way and has instructed me to get comfortable. I couldn't help but laugh out loud at the suggestion. Comfortable requires me to relax and I am so anxious and nervous I am not sure I can relax, but those are my instructions so I will try.

The room is chilly and I know I will never relax being cold. Sir must have a sixth sense as he just texted me to set the room's temperature to 75 degrees. I jokingly texted him back to ask if he was trying to warm things up. Oops, he didn't appreciate that joke or sarcasm because he just increased my number. Now I am nervous again. Can I withstand 24 strokes with the dragon tail? I am going to find out soon enough.

Sir has arrived and wants to make sure I am relaxed. I am again grinning because I am as tense and nervous as I think I can be. But he wants me relaxed, so I am mentally trying to relax my shoulders, closing my eyes, and breathing in and out in a controlled fashion. I am wondering why I didn't drink the rum and passion fruit I brought to relax me, but I know I don't want to be numb. I want to feel everything physically and emotionally. The alcohol may interfere with fully experiencing submission and I don't want anything to interfere.

Sir sends me instructions. I am no longer at a loss, I have his direction. He wants me on the bed facing the headboard, ass in the air, back arched. Dragon Tail on my back with the tail draped over my ass so it hangs over just a little. He is going to start with the dragon tail. Am I scared or eager? The emotions go back and forth. Naked, did he just text for me to be naked? Quickly I scrambled from bed to remove my panties and bra and get back in position before he arrived.

He has asked for the room number and for me to crack the door, and then get back in position. I am anxious now. What if someone else comes in or notices the door cracked and I am discovered. What if Sir isn't the one to walk in the door? But I am in position awaiting him as he has instructed. I don't want him to be disappointed. Even more I want him to be proud and satisfied with my submission. Am I positioned exactly as he wants?

The door opens, he doesn't say a word. I want to turn and look at him, make sure it is really him, but I don't dare. He has not given me permission to break position or speak. But I am sensitive to every sound. I can hear Sir's breathing deep and consistent. I am focused on where he is in the room. I think he is looking at the toys. Did I lay them out to his satisfaction? I can hear clothes wrestling. A match was lit and the room has a new shadow.

I jump as Sir touches me. How did he get behind me without my knowing? I was so in tuned to his movements. He has taken the dragon tail and is lightly brushing it across my ass and shoulders. Sir strikes, but it does not sting. It has a thud like feel to the strike. I enjoy the feel. I am starting to relax as he takes my fear of the dragon tail away.

Sir's hands are firm as he rubs them over my ass and back. He scrapes with his nails and it feels good. He is behind me leaning against me, the roughness of his jeans brushing against my thighs and ass. He leans over me pushing my shoulders into the bed, he has control. I am unable to move as I feel the power in him and Sir restrains my movements with his body. Every part of my body is under his control. His hands have stretched my arms out to the side; my shoulders are under his hands as he rubs my tense muscles and demonstrates he is in control. Sir's hand circles the back of my neck. I moan as I absorb the power in him. Even my legs are trapped and bound by his. I let out a deep breath and relax, this is the feeling I crave, being under Sir's control, submitting to his strength and direction.

Without words, Sir controls my movements and position. I try to push back against him to test his strength, but there is no movement, he is firmly there controlling that movement. I continue to try pushing my ass back toward him wanting to feel his cock and wanting him to know I accept his domination. Does he understand and know how much Sir's control is what I needed?

He moves away and leaves me for a moment. I can hear him removing his belt and jeans. I need Sir's touch back, and then his hand is on my ass and I feel content again. He is rubbing my ass warming it up. The feel of Sir's hand coming down on my ass surprises me, but the sting feels good. As much as I enjoyed the dragon tail, the connection of his hand to my ass, his skin to mine, adds another connection and intimacy as though Sir is saying this is mine. I can feel the warmth in my cheek as he holds the warmth in with his hand.

The sensations begin to blend together. I feel him between my legs; I can feel the roughness of his beard on my pussy and ass as he smells and licks me. The abrasiveness of the shadow on his face is stimulating, but it is over so quickly.

I don't know when he swapped the small plug for the medium, but if feels tighter, did he change it or am I just so much more aware? When did he pick up the glass dildo? Ohhh, I don't want him to stop, he is hitting just the right spot in my pussy. It hurts and yet feels so good. It is so tight with my pussy and ass both filled. I need him so much, but he is in control. I am gripping the sheets in my first as I struggle to stay in position and let him set the pace. I can't. I am pushing back toward him asking for more.

All of a sudden he is behind me and entering my ass. Sir's body covers mine; once again I am restrained by his body. I can do nothing but let him take me. He is on top of me, his body weight pressing me firmly into the mattress. His legs restraining my legs exactly how he wants them positioned. I feel both controlled and cherished at the same time. I want him to control and use my body for his pleasure, because in his pleasure I find my pleasure. I can hear his breathing get deeper and Sir's growls vibrate through my body. I am overwhelmed by the sensations and the release Sir's control provides me. Sir remains in place as though he is reminding me he is in control.

As our breathing slows, Sir moves to my side and wraps me in his arms, pulling me back tightly into his chest. His arm is not just wrapped around me. Sir is still in control my wrist wrap in his grip. Even when providing after care he is in control. I am content and feeling cherished.

He is getting up and has left me there. I curl up trying to find the warmth and comfort I lost when he got out of bed. I can hear the shower running. Is he cleaning up before he leaves? I am feeling a sense of loss and uncertainty. He comes back out and I can hear Sir drying himself off before he gets back into bed behind me. It is silent. I am feeling unsure, but then he suggest I go shower. With a purpose I begin to get up to go to the shower; but Sir stalls me and instructs me that when I come back, he wants me to crawl back into the room and I am to squeeze and massage his balls.

I am thankful for the shower. It gives me a moment to reflect on what happened. As I shower I realize I want to see my ass and see the markings Sir gave me. My ass is slightly pink but not red. I could see where the dragon tail had left some marks. I look up and see a grin on my face in the mirror. I like what I see.

Time to head back out to Sir. I am nervous. He doesn't know I have only given a blow job one other time in my life and I don't know if I am really any good at it. I don't want to disappointment him. After the pleasure Sir has given me, I want to pleasure him. I want to taste him and try to take him in my throat. Time to go. I get down on my hands and knees at the bathroom door to begin crawling out to Sir, when I see a blade on the floor. I pause and then remind myself we established no cutting as a hard limit. I trust he will honor that. And then I see the spool of twine and wonder if he was planning to tie me up and the knife was to cut the twine. I shake my head, reminding me to focus. Sir is going to wonder what has delayed me.

I crawl out to Sir and ease my body up between his legs. He has reached down and is squeezing his balls and I reach to join him. He has moved his hand over mine controlling my action for a few moments and then releases me to continue. I can smell the sweet musky scent of him and lay my head on his thigh to breathe him in deeper. I want to stuck and lick his balls. I want to taste Sir. I begin to lick his balls and suck them in. I don't want to hurt him.

I move down to lick the gap between his ass and balls. He lifts and moans, I do it again. I want to lick Sir's ass and play with his ass hole. But I don't know if he will be okay with such pleasure, so I go back to sucking and licking his balls. He has lifted his cock, feeding it to me. I am moving all the way up on the bed so I can take him in my mouth.

Sir has gripped my hair and is controlling my movement on his cock. He pushes my head down until his cock is at my throat. I want Sir to control me and force me to take him. He holds me there even as my gag reflex kicks in. I like Sir controlling me and forcing me to continue to hold him deep in my mouth. I am reminded he is in control and his strength exceeds mine even when I am pleasuring him. He lets me suck him as he comes out of my mouth and I lick his cock. I want Sir in my mouth again. I begin to suck the tip as Sir pulls me around so my ass is toward him. I feel his hand strike my ass as I am continuing to suck his cock. I can taste his pre-cum and run my tongue back and forth in the slit.

Sir is all of a sudden shoving me down onto the bed his body pressing me into the mattress. His hands pressing into my shoulders. He has stepped away. Returning to place a pillow under me and place a blind fold over my eyes. I am nervous and even more attuned to his movements. I can't track his movement in the room, and am anxious about what Sir is planning. But I don't move, I want to submit to whatever he wants of me.

I jump in surprise as I feel something splash on my back. And it happens again and again. Sir is dripping hot candle wax on my back and ass. The sensation is unexpected and was over too soon. The dragon tail strikes unexpectedly. The strength of the whip hitting my skin increases and no longer creates a thud, but begins to sting with each strike. The strikes hurt and yet oddly feel good. The whip striking me causes the wax to rain down on me providing a mix of sting and a feather like rain alternating. Sir begins to rub his hands over my back and ass brushing the wax off where it is still sticking to my skin. I am feeling relaxed.

I feel Sir begin to play with my ass. I can't help but lift my ass toward him, asking him with my body for more. I can feel him pressing a plug in. It burns and is stretching me. It both hurts but feels good. I don't know if I want him to stop or continue. He is controlling the play for the greatest sensation. It feels like he is intentionally stopping the plug at its width just at the entrance of my ass hole creating the pain and stretching, but then moves the plug in and out making me want more. He alternates his play with spanking my ass with his bare hand. Suddenly Sir is again on top of me shoving his cock in my ass, pounding into me, taking me. I am his to take.

As our breathing subsides, Sir gets up and he has opened the window letting in the cold air. I feel it brush against my skin a contrast to the warmth created by the wax, the dragon tail, and Sir's body heat. Sir has returned to brush his fingers across my skin and to pause and rub wax off me. Sir is showing his strength in the firmness of his touch and yet his care in taking care of me. As my body chills Sir has wrapped me in the comforter and adds his body weight cocooning me into the warmth.

As he steps away and closes the window I hear him begin to put his clothes on. I don't move, I don't want him to go. I feel my chest constrict as I hold back the flood of emotions I know is coming with his absence. The silence is broken as he begins to tell me he is not leaving. I am feeling relief and yet confused. I hear him tell me he is going to go for a walk on the pier, but will be back. He suggested I clean up and pull myself together while he is gone. And then he was gone and I heard the door close behind him.

I just laid there for a moment, emotions rolling through me. Did I do something wrong? Did he just need some space? I didn't know how long he was going to be gone and know he suggested I clean up. I got up and stood in the shower, letting the warm spray of water hit my face and fall down my body. As I got out and dried off, I couldn't help but look in the mirror. I could see the red marks on my ass, back and shoulder blades from the wax, dragon tail and his fingers. A warm feeling filled me knowing I had Sir's mark on me even though he was no longer there.

Sir had been gone what felt like forever. I suddenly received a text from him. He was assuming I was okay since I had not texted him and he was coming back up. I felt a sense of relief he was on his way back. I felt bad I had not texted him while he was gone, did he stay away that long waiting for me to text him? Had he been expecting a text from me? Did I miss his instruction before he left? I assured him I was very good. Suddenly he was knocking on the door. I quickly went and let him back in the room with a grin realizing he hadn't taken the key card with him.

I wasn't certain what he would want. Should I wait for direction? I was cold so jumped back into bed where the sheets were still warm from my body heat. I sat and watched him enjoying the opportunity to admire Sir. He came and joined me in bed. Sir's skin was freezing. As he laid down next to me and pulled me toward him, I wanted to warm him up. I wanted to ask Sir questions, but he had stated he liked the silence. He must have sensed my desire to speak as he reminded me I did not have permission to talk, but he would give me permission to touch him.

I was disappointed I did not have permission to talk, but was excited to have the freedom to touch Sir. I curled up next to him running my hands over his chest, teasing his nipple with my finger nails. I glanced up and he looked so peaceful resting there. I ran my fingers over his jaw enjoying the feel of his abrasive shadow. As I outlined his lips I wanted so badly to reach up and give Sir a kiss, but was it permitted? Instead I pressed kisses to his chest, teasing his nipples with licks and small nips. I know I like to nibble, but wondered if that would get me in trouble. I didn't get in trouble so I tried it again. I wanted to kiss my way down his chest while stroking his cock, but Sir looked so relaxed and tired. I continued to run my fingers through his chest hairs for a few moments before resting my head on Sir's chest to feel his breathing while I rested next to him.

We slept changing positions during the night. No matter what position we found ourselves in, he was always touching me, letting me know he was there. Sometimes I felt his control, his touch reminding me he could take control at anytime, and at other times his touch was just one of connection. I would wake with his legs restraining mine or his hand holding my wrist or arm. Those moments I woke and found him restraining a part of me, felt right.

As the sun rose and brought light into the room, I found myself wrapped tightly in his arms with my back pressed to his chest. It was a comforting way to wake, but quickly I was aroused and wanted to feel Sir's strength. I kept nudging my ass back toward him. We woke slowly touching each other our legs tangled together. I could feel Sir's cock pressed to my ass. His hand suddenly struck my ass. Sir's hand created a sting that I wanted more of. I wanted to feel the heat in my ass from his hand print. The morning was slow and gentle, and yet he continued to demonstrate his strength and control. I was ready to beg him to take me when Sir entered my ass. I could feel him sliding in and out. He pushed me onto my stomach and continued to take my ass to completion.

I could have stayed with Sir all day, but our time together was coming to an end. Sir headed to take a shower as I continued to lay in bed and enjoy the relaxed feeling in my body. Sir was back and getting dressed again. He returned again to the bed to physically say good bye. Without words he pressed his weight into me. I felt hugged and understood he was saying good bye. With sadness I heard him leave. I stayed there in bed for a bit absorbing all I had felt, recognizing the sense of contentment I felt from submitting to Sir.

As I got up to shower and prepare to say good bye to the magical night, I continued to go back and look in the mirror. Sir had texted concerned about the bruising on my back. His care and concern again made me feel cherished and cared for, but I was proud to carry his marks. Yes, a few concerned me, not because of the mark itself, but because I would need to dress to hide some on my arms to avoid unwanted questions. But I was proud to wear the marks Sir gave me. As I left the room, I had but one Christmas wish left. I wished I would have the opportunity to see Sir again and get to know him not just as a Dom, but also as a person.