Expressions of a Sub

 

Master,
 

When people from the outside look in, it's hard for them to understand why I put my body through what I do. In reality now I realise there is a difference between playing at being a submissive and truly submitting to you. My body feels very little pain when in the correct mindset and it is only through growing comfortable with you and fully submitting that I can reach the freedom and space I crave, by just focusing on you, and only you, the vehicle of my body’s pleasure.
 

Master, I am submissive not because I am weak. In fact my strength is my cherished gift to you. It is yours because you own me. I believe in your judgement and you embrace the trust I give. Protect me, and keep my body safe through the transition from playful sub to becoming whole.

 

There were many books I read at first to try and understand who I am and why I like the things we do but then the only one that really counts is the one entitled “Me” and that’s for you, not me. Master you have taken the time to read my story. I have opened up my mind, my heart and my soul to you.
 

Master you take my weaknesses and turn them into strengths. You take my boundaries and raise them, taking them higher than I imagined, giving me experiences I never dreamed. Our relationship has made me a stronger more confident person, to journey with you to new and more powerful depths.

 

When we are apart I know we are not equal but I know you have given me part of you to carry inside, to comfort me and give me strength when times are hard. Even when we are miles apart I feel you by my side. I hope you also carry a small part of me deep within your heart.

Christmas Wishes

 

 

Today I am laid in bed nursing two sore hands and knees after tripping on a curb. I remember thinking last night, on the train home, ‘will I still be able to do martial arts after a year off training?’ An hour later it would have been great to be able to report that I did the perfect breakfall. But I can’t even say it was a breakfall to be ashamed of - there just wasn’t one, hence the injuries. Maybe it’s a sign I need to train again.

I feel lonely. I know Christmas Day will be good but when family have gone their own way in the evening it would be nice to have someone here to do the things that couples do.

I wonder what it would be like. In my mind I see a tidy room with unwrapped presents neatly stacked beneath the tree. The tin of Quality Street on the side, just one look makes my stomach churn as it signals to my brain ‘Don’t you dare!” The tree lights flicker and the glow of the burning logs fill the room with warmth. I would place a soft blanket on the floor and a pillow enclosed in a fresh cotton case, its scent cool and refreshing amongst the warm earthly aromas, such as, berries and spice. The red wine open allowing it to breathe and two glasses placed by its side. All in arms reach of my Master’s chair to enable me to serve him without distance. Finally soft background music. Mmmm the scene is set.

I would rush around and complete my chores by eight p.m.. The house would be peaceful and my long relaxing soak in the bath complete; my Master’s feminine body that I once owned prepared for his use. Lacy underwear and stockings covered by a warm bathrobe. Only the symbolic collar in the form of a necklace is visible.My Master’s snack and drink prepared and placed at his bedside with every item correctly oriented.

Would I slide into bed beside him? He may start to awaken slightly if I kiss the side of his neck. Maybe I would feel his body stretch if I kiss down his body and take his balls gently in my hand.My Master’s cock would surely grow harder and longer in my mouth, soon it would reach the back of my throat. His cock like a pebble dropped in to a pond; the ripples flowing outwards, first the veins start to throb, then muscles of his body start to contract more and more, his breathing becomes rapid, then warm cum fills my mouth. I imagine my Master’s body twitching, still sensitive as I run my tongue up his shaft then around his bell end and around the tip to ensure it's clean and no cum remains. Then all is calm.

“Good evening Master. Would you like me to prepare your bath?”

“Yes. You may go”

I walk past the window. Like today the fallen snow would make a pretty white Christmas scene, the dark red and green of the holly providing a glimpse of colour. The outside light makes the snow glisten, whilst more white flakes fall from the dark winter sky. I hurry outside quickly to collect snow in a container for my Master.

My Master relaxes into his warm bath. Gently I shampoo and rinse his hair then start to massage in the conditioner, starting with small circular motions around his ears working outwards until both hands are working from his forehead down to the nape. His hair always feels soft as the fresh water flows, freeing every strand. I feel the tension in his neck and shoulders release as I massage deep into the muscles to relive the knots, before bathing the rest of his body and rinsing away the bubbles then drying him from head to toe.

In the warmth of the living room, maybe, I would resume my Masters massage, walking with my palms from the side of his spine across his back, then gently stretching his muscles in his upper back, I place both hands on my Masters back; one near his waist and one slightly higher and rock his body gently, sending his whole body to another level as the inherent relaxing effects of the motion takes hold. With one hand on his shoulder, the other on his hip I lean forward to stretch his muscles diagonally and then do the same the other side. One hand now on the centre of his back, I place my other hand on his sacrum. Rubbing gently I can feel the warmth in his body. I would kneel at the top of his head, glide my hands down to his bottom then walk my hands back up to his shoulders then repeat.

My Master maybe sleepy again as I start to apply pressure by each side of his spine. Resting one hand on his thigh I press palm downwards with the other, first one side then the other. I rest my forearm over his bottom and gently add pressure repeating over his thighs. Placing one hand on his thigh I gently take hold of his foot and stretch it towards his bottom. Once the other side is done I would rest his foot over my knee to fully support it while I massage it.

When I have finished my Master’s front I’ll place his bathrobe over him to keep him warm while he rests.It’s a pleasure to see that I have made him relaxed and peaceful. I will help him into his bathrobe when he wakes and he will take his place on his chair.

Now I kneel before him, then resting my whole body flat to the floor, pulling forward slightly to rest at his feet kissing them gently then take his foot and place it upon my neck as a sign of trust. My Master places his foot back to the ground.

“Pour the wine please”. I stand and pour the wine and kneel before him with the glass resting against my breasts. Keeping my eyes down I raise it to my lips and kiss it before passing it to my Master.

“Master your drink presented from my heart”

“Thank you”
“Entertain me”
I sang my Master the perfect Christmas Carol
“Well done. Now you may have some pleasure. Lay down and play but do not cum or you will be punished”

I am laid on the blanket before my Master and running my finger along the side of my thong as the other hand releases my breast from my bra. Circling one finger around my clit and another around my nipple I can feel both becoming firm. My breathing is changing, my whole body feels warm, my mind racing, I grip at my breast hard, secretly yearning for my Masters touch. I squeeze my nipple hard, trying to divert my attention from the pleasure in my groin. Still I can’t stop myself. I am rubbing my clit harder and harder, my index and middle finger go deep inside my wet pussy then I want more and more. Two becomes four and every muscle in my body is contracting pulling into my inner core.

“Master, Permission to cum please”
”Permission denied”
I ease off my play.
“Did I tell you to stop?”
“No Master”
“Well carry on”
“Master I won’t be able to stop myself from Cumming soon”
“If you take that pleasure there will be a price”

I tilt and raise my pelvis towards him praying that he will take me sexually but to no avail.

I need to move. I roll over to all fours, resting my shoulders to the floor, I feel wet as I continue to play, my finger running round my clit, then inside and out, spreading my lips wide for his pleasure. The pain in my clit was building as I can feel myself verging on the point of orgasm. I run my other hand around my rim then insert a finger gently up my bottom as my whole body is pumping my juices out of my pussy uncontrollably and into my Master’s view.

“Rest your body back towards me”
“Ouch Master”
The ginger butt plug is burning deep inside, I can feel the cum on my inner thigh. My Master has placed the vibrator on my clit and is circling it round and round. Now it is pounding deep inside me. My pussy feels loose. Thank goodness, finally a break. Oh no the ball gag to drown my moans of pleasure and pain!
“You will keep still and for every time you come without permission you will receive 12 strikes from what I feel you deserve. Do you understand me?”
I nod.

My Master is just tying my wrists into the small of my back.The teasing went on and on until I fell to the ground after a long battle to prevent six of the best. Every muscle in my body ached I am hot and I still feel my clit pulsing away.

My Master placed my wine in a glass desert bowl before me so that I could have refreshment. My forearms lay beside it, my body to the ground. My Master commanded me to present myself for the flogger. I bent my legs under my body and raised my bottom high. I ran my hands over the back of my neck pushing my hair over my head as I stretched my arms in front of me, then crossed them at my wrists. The leather flogger felt cool on my back that was warm from the fire. The sensual strikes fell hard on my back and bottom. My Master placed a finger deep inside me then spread my legs wide. The circular swishing motion delivered sharp stingy blows to my inner thighs then over my lips and clit. My back arched with the pleasure, sending my bottom higher as the desire grew within me.

Master placed a rope at the tips of my fingers and asked me to prepare it for him I folded it in two and tied one loop to go over my head then another four each ten centimetres apart.

Naked and bound with rope my blindfold is placed over my eyes. The sharp pain of the clover clamps burn through my nipples. I feel the weight of the chain attached to my inner labia as my master takes hold to guide me to the bedroom.

I rest back onto the bed adjusting the position of my hands against the small of my back. My legs are tied spread eagled and the rope at the top of my spine securely tied to the top of the bed.

My body, already hypersensitive, shivers and shakes with every drop of hot wax. I feel myself floating deeper and deeper into subspace. The first nipple clamp is removed and replaced immediately with a small handful of snow which my Master held in place until I regained composure before repeating on the other side. A plastic tray is slid under the glowing red cheeks of my bottom and soon I felt snow compacted between my legs. The pain in my pubic area became intense and throbbing.

My Master stroked my cheek and ran his fingers through my hair, teasing my lips with his cock before removing my gag and sliding the full length of his shaft gently in and out of my mouth, the depth made my eyes water and me gag a little but soon it was solid.

The tray of snow removed, my Master inserted a dildo into my bottom, still I wanted him to use me for his sexual pleasure, and mine, if I am honest. With the dildo still in place he climbed on top of me. Iit felt so tight as he entered me, my inner flesh trapped and rubbing between his cock and the dildo, the warmth of his body next to mine and his firm grip onmy breast as he fucked me harder and faster. Then he showered my body with cum, released me and allowed me to snuggle up close to him on the sofa.

The 48 still remain unpaid

My Masters Will

Today I have given thought to the purpose of my training and how to be a better sub/slave. I concluded the key is to look after myself and tend to and serve my Master to the highest level of excellence. Training and the perfection is very much evaluated on individual preference even with the most common things that can be included in any relationship.
My thoughts eventually turned to sex and the gift of oral service which can be in both ‘Vanilla’ and ‘Ds’ relationships. I wanted to write a serious piece of how to give the perfect blow job. Fortunately my imagination took over and came up with this my first piece which combines real experience with fantasy.I rubbed my fingers over the flap that covered the zip of my Master’s trousers even the thickness of the fabric could not mask the firm definition of what was within. My hand sunk lower the fabric felt warm and soft from where he had been seated. I placed one hand on his tie and pulled, his lips fell on to mine, soon his tongue was overcoming mine and I could feel the power of his arms around me. My Master’s hand on my crutch sent me on to my toes and backwards almost in to the book shelf behind. I fell to my knees on his command. My cheek ran up and down tracing where my hand preceded it moments ago, it felt so erotic. I slowly kissed from the top of his cock down then gently pulled at his balls with my lips through the cloth whilst I unbuckled his belt.
The trousers were wide open my exposing his soft cotton boxers. Still kissing him, I pulled his belt free and placed it by my ankle.
I helped him out of his trousers and pulled away the boxers to allow access to the hot flesh below. I heard him gasp as my hand touched his naked balls and my flicking tongue took its place. His cock was twitching. I looked up at him he watched, I ran my tongue then index finger around my lips and deep into my mouth. I held his shaft and flicked my tongue over and over the tip, around the rim of his bell end then kissed up and down his shaft while I teased the erotic area between his rim and balls with my finger slowly circling adding more and more pressure as he became rock hard.
I took him deep into my mouth but still my hand protected me from its full length. Every muscle in his body had started to contract. His outward breaths were fast and rapid. To his displeasure I stop when he was about to come.
I reached down to my ankle and picked up the belt
“Tie me Master”
The belt was tight around my wrist in the small of my back I relaxed as he took control of my head rocking it back and forth in time with his pelvic thrust. My eyes watered it went in more depth I gagged then coughed.
Released from my Master’s belt he ordered me on the bed and placed a blindfold over my eyes and clamped both nipples to the pillow that gave height to my chest as I rested on my stomach.  I faced straight ahead my throat perfectly in line with my mouth. My wrists and ankles crossed bound by nothing more than my Master’s will
“Tongue Out”
My Master teased my tongue with his cock then he moved closer to go deep inside. The sensation of him deep inside was strange at first but seemed so right. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. The clamps pulled my nipples with every gentle slide of his cock teaching me to relax and take all he could give.
I opened my mouth wide I wasn’t allowed the pleasure of sucking him when he came but honoured to receive his cum onto my tongue. He left me there not allowing me to move or swallow.  Blindfolded I had to stand without closing my mouth. If I stood tall without any cum dripping from my mouth I would receive the chocolate he placed to the left of me. If a drip was to fall it would be his belt on my right. I kept every drop.
A Master’s will is when great trust is given by his sub/slave and great training is given by her Master that the positions can be held in mind alone without the physical presence of restraints.

Summer Time

 

Some women will come 100% submissive, others need a little convincing at some point. This piece touches a little more on male domination rather than pure submission. By not being totally submissive to my Master all the time it allows him to dominate me more and show a very attractive side to his nature. I wouldn’t want to become low maintenance! Interesting toys always get played with more than the ones with flat batteries.

Winter's here again. The green of summer and the rustic colours have been replaced by the darkness of the branches and the whiteness of snow. I opened the curtains this morning and looked over the field in which the sheep had grazed to the woodland beyond.

In the summer you had driven me there, it was one of the first times; it was all very new. We parked just inside the entrance of a field then went into the back seat of the car. I flipped my shoes off and rested over your knee I could feel your stroking hand over my clothes then going up my dress, over my stockings onto my bare bottom. I wriggled slightly; my black lacy knickers and the lower parts of each cheek were soon exposed. The spanking began slowly and softly almost in a circular motion warming me with rubs in between. Nervous anticipation and excitement grew inside me.  Soon the strikes were to fall far harder and shaper. The burning sensation made me feel on fire.

“Master, Master”

“Yes”

“It hurts Master”

Placing one hand on the floor and the other around your leg, your arm came over my waist and pulled me close not only into the warmth and security of your body but into the realm of your power. The realisation that it would stop when you decided, not me, hit me in the stomach which then rippled into a feeling of comfort. I gripped your leg tighter and tighter; the legroom in the car became my own space. I held my breath trying not to moan or cry, raising my upper body and trying to place my hand as a shield to block your next strike, only to have it locked into my back. Deep down I never wanted you to stop.

Can you remember walking down the woodland path? We saw a couple walking their dog and stood to the side with you just behind me to allow them to pass. I smiled sweet and innocently as the man said it was a lovely day for a walk. How was he to know you had my wrists were secured behind my back with one of my stockings. That was funny and sent a rush of excitement through me. I could feel my heart fluttering.

Deep in the woodland and far from any beaten path I knelt before you my cheek resting against your cock. The trees seemed to have a thousand eyes. It was a strange feeling that we couldn’t see anyone but maybe they could see us. The pheasant made me shy away from you slightly as it scurried away through the foliage before taking to the sky, fearing for its safety.

Inside the picnic basket was your own private toy collection. My arms were released.

“Take your dress off”

“What, here?”

Biting my bottom lip, I wanted to but was afraid.

“No way, someone may come!”

“You will be safe here”

“No”

I went to leave and glanced back to see you resting on the blanket with a smug grin on your face. You held up a key.

“Have you forgotten your key?”

Felling my crutch I realised the padlock you had put through my Labia rings was still attached. I needed it removed.

“Now take off your dress and earn the key”

I removed my dress, folded it neatly and placed it on the blanket.

“Good”

The ball gag and blindfold came first then the collar that was leashed to lead me over to the tree. I remember you had no flogger and used a large tree branch. The leaves were lovely and cooling across my back. In between the sharp stinging sensation of the branches caused my first welts. The sound of the leaves striking me changed as more fell down across my bottom and calves to expose the branches that burned more and more. The front of my body rubbed against the bark, my nipples and breasts felt so sore. Finally it was over. The breeze across my back felt so erotic followed by the warmth of your body next to mine and the kisses down my neck.

Finally I am released to rest on the blanket, my wrists retied behind my back, forcing my shoulders back and breasts fully forward. First, I felt the ice sliding down and around my nipples and over my stomach. The gag prevented me from saying how much it hurt as you clasped a handful of ice over my pubic bone and my clit while you ran your fingers through my hair and stroked my cheek before continuing to my inner thigh. The clamps made me suddenly think: what if some on did come and see me like this? What would they do? Stand and drop their jaw, watch or run in shock. Sex is spoken about in some work places and in pubs but I have never heard someone mention coming across a bound and gagged woman with clamps on her breasts and between her legs before.

Time for food and drink: the coloured candles from the cake made such a pretty pattern as they dripped all over my body I never realised how artistic the man who was to be my Master could be.

I loved the way you removed my ball gag and passed water from your mouth to mine for the first time. Overpowering my tongue with yours and holding me closely to mask the cries of pain and pleasure as the bloodflow returned to my nipples. The care you took to sooth them by drizzling cool water over them and by composing me before removing the others from my intimate parts. I was wet when your fingers started to glide in and out, one by one, making me moan with pleasure as I came again. 

My lips sealed as you tried to place your fingers inside.

“Open. It’s my mouth not yours and I can do what I like.”

My mouth opened slowly allowing one finger to enter, one by one this increased to four as I tasted my own juices for the first time.

My legs were released and, blindfold removed, the wax came off easily with the butter knife you used. I knew you wouldn’t and it couldn’t hurt me but it still turned me on. Then I felt its cold steel rounded handle sliding in and out of my bottom. It made my whole body feel hot.

The gentle strikes of the branch made into a cane, playing over my breasts and clit were sharp. I focused on a bird on a branch of the large tree that towered over us.

“You will count each strike and say 'thank you Sir', do you understand?”

The words:”Yes Sir" came with ease.

I had 12 strikes to go to earn my key.

On the 8^th the bird flew. My eyes and mind were focused on the bird. I watched it fly away and before I had time to realise or understand what was happening my body had moved. We had to begin again. Iin total I received 20 strikes.

You placed a lemon to my lips.

“What is that for Sir”?

“Your key. Once it’s between your teeth I will release you”. It was really bitter.

My padlock being removed and your cock deep inside me felt fantastic. Then you came all over me.

I had never been happier to clean up after a man.

Thinking of Switching

Today I travelled over to the hotel to meet my Master. Rushing by tube then in a taxi, I checked my phone for further instructions. My mind was ahead of me working through what was required before his arrival. The challenge of getting everything right and the  anticipation were building inside me. It was a wonderful feeling.
Dashing through the door five minutes late I flipped my shoes off, placed my bag by the bathroom door and began to run the bath. I checked the room for any notes then started to carry out my Master's instructions.

The desk is clear. I lay my toys neatly in the in order; the one I like the most I place at one end and the one I like least at the other. But I am not permitted to tell my Master which end is which. He may use one toy or all the toys depending on what he feels I deserve. Above the row of toys I place scarves and a gag.
Finally I can rest back in the bath and relax for a few moments, gently taking care to wash every part of my body before getting dressed and preparing the bathroom.

The bath is re-run with fresh hot water. The shower gel placed on the side of the bath and the shampoo at the head of the bath.
My Master is here. With my eyes closed I reach across the bath to the shower gel, squeeze a small amount on my hand and gently start to wash his body in small circular motions, taking care to wash him all over. The gel allows my hands to run smoothly over his well toned body. At first not being allowed to look seems strange and I was nervous in case I missed areas but soon I realised that by using touch alone it was far more sensual and a more intense experience. His shoulders felt strong, then down his back every muscle was defined, I could feel where the muscles sunk and changed in shape near his skin. My Master knelt for me. His bottom felt warm as I washed it in the same soft motion he would rub mine before a spanking. Mmmm thoughts of being over his knee entered my mind and made me drift for a few moments.
“I hope you are not thinking of your own pleasure?”

“No Master”

I smiled then moved on to his thighs but I could feel my nipples tingling and the desire in my pussy growing. My Master rested back in the bath I worked down to his nipples and circled my finger around them to make them hard. I bowed down almost to the point of kissing them.

“No. Carry on.”
Moving outwards lifting and washing each arm. His biceps were strong reminding me of how powerful he was in body and mind as he pulls my body close to his when we play.
Then down his stomach and around the soft most intimate parts of his body. When I stroke up and down his cock I can feel it twitching with pleasure. My hand wraps around it. Suddenly a wet finger touches my lip.
“No, you must obey and wait.”
My mouth was his not mine. His finger ran in and out teasing me. I opened my eyes slightly.
“Keep them closed or you will have to be punished”
I raised my hand to ask permission to speak. It was denied

My Master passed me the shower gel after I had finished his body.
“You have to do my hair”

With no permission to speak or ask questions fear sinks in. What if the shampoo goes in his eyes! I place one hand on his shoulder and guide the other with the showerhead cautiously up the back of his head gently running my fingers through his hair. I almost drench myself as I pass the shower back to my Master.
“You will learn.”

 The shampoo is on and massaged through, now for the scary part.

“Master did it go in your eyes”
“Did I give you permission to speak?”

“No Master.”

“Work in silence then!”

My Master stepped from the bath I passed him the towel and he dismissed me from the bathroom to find some suitable music, preferably with a rhythm which he can work to without raising the attention of the neighbouring rooms.

My eyes go to the floor as he enters the room and sits on the chair. I feel anticipation heavy in the pit of my stomach as I kneel before him. Seconds that seem like hours pass before he beckons me to rest my head in his lap.
Whilst talking to me softly and telling me how I will be expected to behave I feel his hand across my back then gently over my bottom. The cool fabric of my dress brushes across my calves as he raises it to reveal my bottom to him. I see it through the full length mirror opposite me. His hand is warm and his touch soft but still I sense his power drawing mine away from me and into him like a magnet. The strikes of his hand warm me slowly then gradually the sharpness and intensity feel like pure heat, my hand reaches back to comfort and cool my cheeks. My Master is undressing me, exposing my body to him.

“You are mine to do with what I wish. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master”
My wrists are being tied and the blindfold placed over my eyes and the collar around my neck.

“Where are my clothes?”

“In the wardrobe Master.”

“Ok we will check.”

My Master led me to the wardrobe and stood me in front of its open doors.

“Tell me the three things you feel?”

“Your jacket Master”

“One”

“Your shirt Master”

“Two”

“Nothing else Master”

“Incorrect”

“Sorry Master I forgot to hang your trousers”

“Then I must hang something in their place. My trousers would be gripped by the hanger like this”

“Ouch!”

“My nipples hurt Master!”

He pulls the hook of the hanger up to interlock with one hanging on the rail.

“Now do you think you can hang my clothes correctly next time?”

“Yes Master.”

“Keep Still.”

My Master’s foot rests against mine spreading my legs far apart, stretching my nipples. I can feel the burning sensation of ginger in my bottom and my Masters fingers deep up inside my pussy. I am getting wetter and wetter. I want to drift into pure ecstasy but every movement causes more pain.

“I have my sub just where I want her.”

The cool strands of the flogger run up over my bottom to my shoulders then back down again. The strokes start. Soon they have drowned the pain in my nipples.

“RRRRRRRRRRRR”

I Spoke too soon, one swift stroke sent me up on my toes then down with force. My Master is placing my ball gag in my mouth.

“Now I will release you.”

My whole body braced in anticipation for the sharp pain to come. Then it was over.

The bed feels comfortable. The cool cotton against my hot back and bottom is heaven. My body relaxes and eyes close for a moment beneath my blindfold. My legs are now tied at the ankle, knee and thigh.

I am now on my stomach again. My Master has just run ice over my nipples it was so painful I wanted to scream. The ice was drawn all over my body then held over my pubic bone and clit. I could feel the cold water running between my cheeks. His other hand started to squeeze both breasts first one then the other really tightly. My breathing went shallow and then rapid as my mind tried to cope with two pains at once. Hot wax started to fall on me and my whole body started to tremble then shake. Finally the flogger struck over my breasts down my body to my inner thighs, over my pussy and across the top of my legs. Every muscle in my body was clenching to embrace each random stroke. I felt myself come.

Here and now my Master has decided to punish me for moving with 24 of the belt which he doesn’t realise is more pleasure than punishment. 18 have been given. I move and my Master starts again. 24 are now complete. My Master releases me.

I wonder what it would be like to tie up one's Master. To have him trust me as much as I trust him. To blindfold him and massage and kiss his whole body. Run silk over him or maybe ice! To put a few drops of cream on him then remove them with my lips. Would I tease him? Running my tongue around his nipple while my other hand massages his balls and cock making it hard. Then take him deep into the back of my throat until I feel his breathing change and every muscle in his body contracting ready to come.

Surely that’s not allowed! I would have to stop then start again, maybe once maybe twice.

Mmmmm - Pinning his legs to restrict him or ride on top of him. The feeling of power that controls both his pleasure and his release.

“Maybe I could just roll you over and spank your arse”

“What!”

“Bottom! Sorry Master, it must be sub space I would never think you in that way.”

Ouch, ouch, ouch........

My Spanking

I walked into my Master's office and stood before his desk.

“Sit down.”

I waited for him to send his final email. There were a few seconds of anticipation before he began to speak.

“Do you remember last time we had to discuss the quality of your writing?”

“Yes Master”

“What happened?”

“You put me over your knee Master and spanked me”

“Did your work improve?”

“Yes Master”

“Right, come around here”

Nervously I walked around to the side of my Master's chair. He reached forward and opened the top draw of his desk and pulled out a dictionary.

“A gift for you”

“Thank you Master”

“I have told you I like the way you write. You are very good at expressing yourself and have a good imagination. But your work has slipped again and you must write to a high standard. Do you understand me?”

“Yes Master”

Master took my hand and guided me over his lap. I felt his hand run up over my stocking tops on to my lacy underwear. Then I felt them slip to the back of my knees, his hand was circling slowly, warming my bottom.

“We will start with a spelling test.”

“You have a dictionary so I expect that all of your answers will be correct. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master”

“Spell Psyche. “

I shuffled through the pages of the dictionary, the spanks were getting sharper and sharper. I could feel my bottom burning, my eyes clenched tightly closed. I tried to open them slightly for long enough to read the letters. One strike made me lose my place. I had to start again.

The words became harder to find as the burning sensation in my bottom grew more intense.

“Well done that’s 10 correct. Only 10 more to go and because you have been good I will help the answers enter your mind faster”

“Thank you Master.”

With that he reached into his draw again and I felt the cold leathers of the paddle across my bottom. It felt soothing but I clasped the dictionary tightly knowing the break would be short lived.

Finally my punishment was over and my master allowed me to rest to the ground. I could feel the cool breeze flowing over my red bottom.

I rested my head on my Master's knee and he gently ran his fingers through my hair comforting me.

Who Said Hotel Rooms Are Boring

My Master and I were in a hotel room.

He removed his suitcase from the case stand and bent my naked body to it securing my legs and placing a strap across my back. I heard a noise and the gap at the base of my blindfold revealed a wooden coat hanger with two metal clamps being secured to my nipples Gently he began to warm me up first one cheek then the other. The sting of his hand was sharper than ever. The strikes fell harder and more random. I soon forgot the discomfort of the stand and the soreness of my nipples, well until my Master added weight to the hook of the coat hanger! Sensual lashes of a belt landed across my back.

Now I am released and kneel before him again. I feel the coolness of the silk tying around my wrists together.

"Do you want the comfort of the bed?"

"Yes Master"
"Then you must do some work first, take off my shoes"

"But Master my wrists are tied and I cant see"

"Then you will have to work harder"

I feel the cool air running over my bottom as I struggle to find his feet then remove his shoes and socks, first one then the other. It's hard work but at the same time fun; my hands are walking along the floor trying to put the shoes tidily together to please my Master.

"Where are your toys?"

"In my bag Master"

"Ok we will fetch them."

Master has attached a leash to my collar and has walked me on my knees over to my bag. Still with my hands tied I struggle to find the paddle and the flogger in my bag.

"I will take the paddle. You take the flogger in your mouth. I think you have earned the comfort of the bed now."

It's a struggle to clamber up but I soon remember the way I learned to crawl in the TA. The strikes of the paddle are sore.

"Say a number"

"Do you want me to continue to you think of one?"

"RRRRRRR"

"Ok then I will"

"12 Master."

"12 Ok. Then you must stay completely still or we shall start again."

The strikes are complete and my Master has rested my tied hands against my stomach and rolled my body onto the runner from the bottom of the bed. I feel his hand stroking across my nipples, then over my bottom.

"I cant work here or here because they are both red and sore, so it must be here"

I can feel his hand run up my inner thighs then into my wet pussy, before placing them in my mouth so I can taste my own juices.

My Master tied one leg to the bed, then put his shin across mine to keep my legs wide. Every strand of the flogger feels like a tiny blade on my inner thigh. Now I can feel it tapping against my pussy gradually getting harder and harder. Now my outer thigh, then back on the inner thigh again. I am trying to be quiet but I want to moan with pleasure.

Ouch One as just landed on my ring and made me buck over to my side. My Master moves to my side, relaxes me back and gently starts to build up again.

"Close you legs when you have had enough"

Cool refreshing water is entering my mouth from my Masters. A tug of the runner exposes my breasts for my Master to work on once again. His tongue feels great cooling my burning nipples. My body is starting to shiver as water tricles over one breast then the other.

"Master I want more."

"Then you have to do more work."

I fear rolling off the edge of the bed as he unrolls me.

"Kneel."

I kneeel before him on the bed, my tied wrists leaning against his chest.

"Undo my shirt."

I reach feeling for his shirt collar then slowly manage to undo one button at a time, tracing a line down the centre of his body. The cuffs and sliding the shirt off are far more challenging. Oh no, not the trousers too. My Master is naked, laid before me, clothes folded neatly.

"Now pleasure me"

His skin feels lovely, soft and warm as I kiss down his body. Then gently take his cock in my mouth deeper and deeper as I start feel it growing and its veins beginning to throb. I sense the muscles of his body contracting. I move back up his body and rest beside him.

My Master's nails run over my body then he squeezes my nipples, breasts and other areas of my body.

"I feel light Master. Look after me."

"Gag me Master"

"You want me to gag you?"

"Yes Master. It is so hard not to show my pleasure."

My Master sat me up and gagged me.

"Are you ok?"

I nodded and he rested me back onto the bed. He placed his weight near my head then took hold of both nipples squeezing really hard. It was like no pain I had ever felt. My legs fly into the air as I tried to yell. A moment of fear was then replaced by his comfort and reassurance.

One more hour passed. I feel so high and satisfied. I would do anything to please my Master for the way he looks after me and understands my needs. The feeling was nice light, relaxed and I felt so peaceful .