Submission Mf

 

There comes a time in various aspects of our lives when our Masters have to be cruel to be kind, to allow us to grow and raise ourselves to levels they know we are capable of, but which we can never dream of reaching. Today was to prove one of those times.
My Master set me an assignment yesterday to think and write about what our relationship means to me and how much I would submit to without question or complaint. I thought it wise to take an hour to revise my rules too. My Master had ordered me to be at the dungeon early for what was to be the first assessment of my boundaries since the start of my training. He told me that there had to be a high level of etiquette and a distance between us. I had to trust his judgement and submit and when times got tough remember a Master will take care to look after his sub.
I felt scared and alone when I arrived at the dungeon, part of me was saying run you're not ready, but something inside also said this is the only thing which will make you a better sub. I showered. The water was lovely and warm and provided a comforting feeling; I cried a little though I'm not really sure why; I think it was a release to free the emotions that had felt like a weight within me. Then I dried myself off and rubbed some lotion over my body and gently pumped my clit to make myself highly sensitive for my Master. I gradually pulled my lace top stockings up my legs, tidied up my hair and looked in the mirror to place my collar round my neck and told myself you can do this you're a strong sub youre ready for this.
I walked into each dungeon room. Many of the pieces prompted visions of subs suffering at the receiving end and deep emotion to the point of distress and tears. Everything came to life and had a story to tell my receptive mind. Coupled with memories of my Master strapping me to the bench and the fear I would not manage 12 when the intense first strikes felt like they were an invisible knife cutting deep to the bone, or the light drifting feeling as my whole body shook and my mind wondered where it would go next as wax dripped over my body. Then I glanced at the throne and imagined my warm and loving Master there. I looked to the side on the table. There was a folded piece of paper with my name on. I cold sensation went through me, my hands almost trembling as I read my Masters words, I followed his instructions and laid out the implements he had requesting in the centre of the throne room. Then I knelt in seizure facing the throne with my eyes to the floor but so I could just see part of every implement before me. Fear and anticipation started to build inside me.
I can hear the door opening, my Master has arrived. The palpitations in my chest sound like a beating drum as the sensations ripple to the pit of my stomach and the depth of my mind. I can hear him open a bottle open in the other room and pour drink into a glass; I look at everything in front of me and imagine each one against my tender flesh. I feel like a trapped animal now. I am afraid of my Masters test to come but trapped by my desire to go deeper and deeper into submission.
My Masters gaze is cutting through me, my heart beating faster and my breathing is shallower as I sense him moving closer and towering over me. I can see nothing before me other than his legs and his feet. I want to look up to see his face and relieve the fear inside but I must keep my eyes to the ground and remove his shoes and socks. I place them to one side and take care to face them away from the wall and ensure the socks are folded neatly beside them.
I feel the cool air and the intense atmosphere. I am bowed before him, my bottom raised into view and arching my back down to the floor, I kiss his feet. Lay on your back eyes closed. Do you understand? Yes Sir. The floor is freezing cold. Its sending shivers through my whole body as I lay here in anticipation. My Master teases my wet pussy with his toes, runs his sole over my breasts then over my exposed tongue. His toes go deep inside my mouth. Now I kneel before him on his throne my fear drowned by my desire to please and submit.
A pulling sensation is guiding me over his knee, I feel the blood running to my head and I am finding it difficult to balance as the first slow strikes make my bottom clench. Now the strikes are harder, sharper faster and more random Sir, please Sir. I try to arch my body; my Masters other leg is now across mine and his other hand is held against my back holding me firmly in position Keep your head down. My spanking has been long and hard the pain makes me want to cry out but the deep burning pain is gagging my cries and bottling up my tears inside. My body is tensing tighter and tighter around my Masters knee; my breathing is restricted, the pressure in my head is building up from the time in this position I feel faint. Finally my Master permits me to rest back down on my knees. My body and mind are strong.
I stand before my Master as he secures my ankles to the spreader then gradually adjusts the dildo bar higher and higher, deep inside me firmly against my cervix forcing my lower body to remain straight. My wrists are being secured over my head and slightly further apart than my ankles. I see nothing as the blindfold covers my eyes. I have to swallow deeply as My Master passed wine from his mouth to mine. I can feel a sharp pinching as a line of clothes pegs are being used to secure a length of string along my arms and across my breasts. The pain of these and the ones he has placed on my tongue and down below is intense. The cool flogger is refreshing as it strokes over my body. Now it feels like sharp razor blades as it swishes over my inner thighs and over my breasts. You are to receive 24 on your back, you will count and after each say thank you Master I am trying to keep my body tense and rigid as I take each strike. I feel honoured to receive every cutting blow. My body is being forced forward, forcing the dildo to rub deep inside. My mind feels almost shot. I cannot rest my tired body or find a comfortable medium between the flogger and the dildo deep within. My 24 are done; we had to restart at 15 because I lost count and my speech wasnt clear enough for my Master due to the peg that grips my tongue. The light is glaring in my eyes as I look in the mirror. Before me I see the pain in my eyes as the pegs are removed from my tongue and down below. Now for the final ones RRRRRRRRR my breathing is rapid and shallow. I try to recover myself from the sudden intense pain that shot through my whole body. I see a blur of lights before my eyes as my breathing becomes deeper and heavier. My legs are being released and the dildo slides out leaving a trail of cum. My arms are free. I feel high. I can hardly stand. My composure is now overcome with a new wave of anticipation
I am laid over the caning bench freezing cold, and tied tightly. My Master just punished me for cumming without permission. He placed a ball gag in my mouth and led me to the bathroom where he made me stand tall in the shower with my legs spread apart. The freezing water made it hard to breathe. My whole body wanted to slide up the wall onto the ceiling to escape the jet of water. My pelvis wriggled to try to keep the rest of my body rigid as the water focused on my clit. I tried so hard not to move. My Master told me I should not allow myself to cum without permission. I nodded to show I understood. I felt my muscles spasm and grow tighter and tighter; I was in so much pain I wanted to cum. I raised my hand in the hope that he might remove my gag and grant me permission to speak but instead the pressure was increased locking me against the wall. I cried with pain as I came hard. My Master kept the water there for a few minutes before letting me drop to my knees and showering my body with cold water. I could feel my eyes bulging as I gasped for air and the tension in my muscles released. My Master gripped my hair to pull me up and out of the shower then ordered me back to the dungeon. Hence I am here. My Master has selected a cane. I see it in his hand from the corner of my eye I know this will hurt more than anything I have felt yet, but I feel spaced out and too distant to care. 12 hard sensual strikes have left his mark. My legs are shaking uncontrollably and my muscles twitching in my back. My body feels hot. I can feel a large lubed dildo gradually getting faster and deeper as it continued to slide in and out of my bottom. My Master leaves me to reflect whilst he drinks his wine.
I am dazed as I am released and guided to the other room and strapped to the bed with my head through the stocks facing upwards. The hot wax is dripping over my breasts then down over my clit with my muscles twitching to meet each drop and invite the pain deeper inside. The cooling feeling of the ice is sensual and makes me want to move with passion. Its held over my clit pushing against my pubic bone the aching pain is growing and growing.
I can feel my Masters hand inside me pushing and stretching my muscles apart making more and more room, the contractions caused by the massager fight against him. But his fist still manages to enter, I feel like I am going into some kind of shock my whole body wants to spasm and release into the shakes. If I let my mind release my body I am not sure where I will go. But I know that I want to see beyond my boundaries. The massager is turned up my body movements are involuntary. I feel scared, feel myself drift deeper into subspace. Sir, Please I cannot take any more! Please let me cum! still he continues. I fear how far my Master will take me; the connection we have between us is broken again. I dont know how far he will go, his power is overwhelming and I am powerless to stop him you may cum. My body hurts all over.
I feel my Masters cock run across my lips as I kneel before him. My mouth welcomes it, even my gag reflex submits as I take it deep inside. I can feel my Masters tight grip as he guides my head back and forth to gain his pleasure. My eyes are watering, eventually I feel myself gag. My Master pushed me fully onto his cock and is holding me there. I am relaxing into submission. Now it doesnt seem so bad but we have to repeat it 5 times without resistance to prove I will be able to please him next time.
My Master came down on top of me. I want to please him. I struggled as I felt his cock near my pussy, "Its sensitive Master" "You will always make yourself available to me" "Yes Master" I cant keep still, his legs come over to lock mine and he pins me by the wrists the sensations are overpowering but I never want them to end. He's pulling out of me, I can feel his warm cum showering my body making my skin feel soft and smooth as I massage it in. Now I rest back and relax secure in my Master's arms.