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His text said all it needed to. 'Mine, now!' That was all but it was enough. I arrived in 20 minutes but the stern look on his face as he opened the door told me I hadn't been quick enough, but he still greeted me in his usual friendly manner. The second I stepped inside the facade dropped and the true fun began.
"You're late."
"I'm sorry, your highness, I didn't know there was a time limit and I did leave as soon as I got your message." I snapped back at him. Then immediately regretted it.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that, I am the one in charge, I make the rules, and you do not cheek me. I thought you would have learnt that by now. Assume the position in the corner, you will be disciplined." I didn't even hesitate, I'd made him angry enough, and now I'd pay for it, my heart raced with excitement as I walked over to the corner, stripped to my underwear and spread my hands and feet shoulder width apart, arms in the air, hands on the wall.
I heard him leave the room and go up the stairs, the creaking above told me he was probably in his bedroom, I was nervous and excited with anticipation of what was to come.
After what felt like an eternity, I finally heard him coming back down the stairs and returning to me. I felt his presence in the room and could feel the anger still radiating from him. I really had upset him, more than I'd first realised, perhaps this was the most I'd ever upset him. Even in our early days his anger never felt this strong, back then I was resistant at times, unsure of my limits. But now we'd explored them and I'd far surpassed what I originally thought I was capable of and it had opened so many doors to different levels of sexual pleasure, many I hadn't known had existed. He came closer to me, so close I could feel him breathing on my neck and then he braced me by shoulders and shouted right in my ear.
"I thought you'd finally learnt all the lessons, that you were finally obeying and being the good little sub I want you to be, but you've made it clear that you still need to learn. On your knees!" I did as instructed, instantly dropping to my knees, still keeping my back to him as I hadn't been told to turn around, I didn't have permission to face him or look at him. I awaited my next instruction.
But it didn't come he left the room again, knowing that soon my knees would ache and scream for relief and I knew he was testing me, waiting for me to speak out of turn again. He wanted to be proved wrong and wanted to know that I could still follow instruction, that my off tone was just a slip. I honestly hadn't meant to anger him; sometimes I spoke out of turn or was a little bit naughty so he'd punish me, because secretly I enjoy being punished. He knows I do, and he indulges me in that every once in a while, but this wasn't one of those times. This was a mistake, and one I knew he would teach me not to make again.
Sure enough the pain came, then the pins and needles. It was torture but I was determined to remain strong and prove myself. I was well beyond my limit by the time he came back.
"Stand up, turn around, do not look directly at me, your eyes will not meet mine, you are not worthy of that, you are to get straight back on your knees, and be quick about it." He knew I wouldn't be able to move very fast without being in lots of pain, this was deliberate, he was still testing me. I did as I was told, held my breath through the pain and made sure it was as quick as possible. When I was in position he stepped closer to me, his crotch right in my face and I had to fight the urge to look up, I kept my focus forward, making sure my eyes couldn't meet his, as requested.
"Undo my trousers, get it out and suck it until I tell you to stop, you still cannot look at me. Do not forget that." By now my knees were ready to give out, my balance was beginning to waver and I didn't know if I'd be able to give him a satisfactory performance, but I still did as I was told.
As I slowly slid his erect cock into my mouth, his hands began to grasp for my hair, wrapping his fingers in it. He pushed my head closer, forcing me to take more and more in my mouth. I reminded myself to relax my throat so I wouldn't gag, so I wouldn't disappoint him. The pace quickened, my mouth moving up and down his shaft, pausing at the tip every so often to tease him with my tongue, dancing over his most sensitive area. I kept going for a few moments longer, then he pulled my hair, forcing my head back, my mouth away, using his self-control to hold off his release. "You may stand and you must look at me as you rise."
He offered me his hand to help me up, he caught me as I stumbled as my knees locked from the prolonged torture, but I knew I'd pleased him as I looked into his eyes, and I could see the anger subsiding. But it wasn't gone so I knew there was more to come and the firm grip he'd kept of my hand told me there was much, much more and he was far from finished with me yet.
He began to lead me but his first punishment had been too harsh, I was slow to follow because I was so stiff but he'd become impatient so without warning he scooped me up and had me wrap my legs around his waist. He carried me up the stairs into our usual room. He set me down on the bed and removed my underwear. He moved my arms and legs into the right place so he could use his silk ties to tie me, spread eagle, to the bed posts. Helpless, my pleasure in his hands. I wasn't even sure he'd let me have any today. After the way I behaved I wouldn't blame him if he decided I didn't deserve any.
Being spread out like this, naked, no way to cover myself, I was completely exposed. Vulnerability is a powerful feeling. It terrifies a lot of people but when you release your vulnerability in a safe place with a person that accepts who you are it makes you less afraid. To lay spread out with everything on show for him is empowering. It makes me feel sexy and attractive. He can literally see everything, all the parts of me that I'm insecure about and none of them put him off. As he strips before me I can physically see what my body does to his. I excite him, I turn him on and in this state of complete vulnerability I have never felt so powerful.
He climbed onto the bed and knelt between my legs, then he looked right into my eyes. Eye contact is one of the things he knows I need, I need to read his face to know what he is feeling. I don't always like what I see. His eyes are filled with disappointment and although the anger had gone this was worse. I might seem ridiculous that he's so upset by a few words but for us it was more than that. I reacted to his anger and told him he was wrong. It's like telling him I'm not happy and he takes responsibility for my happiness so by behaving as I did I know he feels like he's not good enough and that's why he's hurting so bad. But he does make me happy and I feel complete and satisfied when I'm with him. It was just a mistake and now I needed to show him that's all it was.
He lent forward and kissed me with a furious passion, it was intense and meaningful. He was desperately trying to forgive me but as he pulled away I knew he just wasn't there yet. He left the room for a second and came back with another tie in his hand. My heart raced as he used it to blindfold me and he knew that was a punishment on its own.
"I know you don't like being unable to see my eyes but this is for your own good. I want you to know how good it can be to just let everything go and be at my complete mercy. You won't know exactly where I am or what I'm going to do and that should excite you. I won't over step any lines you've already drawn and you know what to say if you really can't do it." I nodded to show him I understood and his words put me at ease. I began to get excited wondering what he had planned for me. I knew this was partly still a punishment, he was going to make sure I knew he could make me happy but the cheeky glint in his eye just before he blindfolded me told me he wasn't going to make me completely happy.
He let a few minutes pass without doing anything. I was kept in suspense, the anticipation growing. It amazed me how my skin tingled so intensely without him even touching me. When he eventually did, it was like electricity. I'd been waiting with such apprehension that my skin had become extremely sensitive to his warm fingertips caressing my inner thigh. He started low, just above my knee. I felt him walking his fingers half way up my thigh, then right back down to my knee. He repeated this a few times, getting closer to my crotch as he did but never actually touching me where I really wanted.
He was teasing me, just as I had him with my tongue. Then he started stroking my other thigh and I began to wonder allsorts, was he above me, below me, right hand or left, was he still naked or had he put some clothes back on. But I couldn't know any of this for sure because I couldn't see and I realised that didn't matter. It was still as exciting, if not more. I could tell by his touch that he appreciated my body; I didn't need to see his face. A smile crept across my lips at the thought, once again I was wrong about my limits and he knew what pleasure I'd enjoy more than I did. By putting my complete trust in him I'd discovered more about myself and what I liked.
"That's my girl. I knew you'd like it but if you think I'm going to stroke your clit just the way you like, you can think again. You mustn't forget you are being punished and as part of that punishment you won't be playing with yourself for a week either." It was a harsh punishment, he knew I liked to play most days but I couldn't protest; I deserved it. But he was still running his hands over me, they traced their way to my boobs, squeezing them and rolling my nipples between this thumb and middle finger, occasionally adding more pressure to tease me further.
It felt so intense, so good; I didn't want him to ever stop. I felt his weight shift; I could feel the heat from his body falling across mine. I could tell he was holding himself over me, his body felt very close to mine. He suddenly stopped touching me. In the next moment he was thrusting his cock into me, deep inside, then slowly out. Fast in, slow out. The pace grew; he pulled me towards him so he could get deeper inside, squeezing my arse as he did. My arms pulling in turn against my restraints. The bed creaking with warning, but we didn't care, we were lost in each other, fully embodied in our lust, passion filling every movement. The desire we have for each other being placed above everything else. That's how love is meant to be made, the way you make it to those precious moments is different for everyone, not matter what turns you on.
