As promised, he made he his again. I am owned, I am slut, I am slave.
I wore red. A red dress with a zipper from cleavage to hem. It was to mirror the red he made me wear before I left. Red heels and a red dress. He couldn’t take his eyes off me. His roommates got to see me for all of 30 seconds before I was taken off to the bedroom.
I entered his room with him following right behind me. He put his hand in my hair and kissed me, claimed me. “Kneel.”
I knelt at his feet in my place. He took down his pants and pushed his cock into my mouth. It felt good, it felt like home. My face pushed up into him as I took his whole cock deep into my throat. I just knew my freshly done makeup was smearing across my face.
He pulled back and away from me. Left me there panting slightly. Turned off lights and undressed. “Kneel.” I had slipped down onto my butt to be lower when I needed to swallow his cock. I sat up on my knees again. He took his heavy flogger and circled it around my neck. He kissed me again deeper this time. I was intoxicated by him and by what was to come. He pushed my chin up and back while his lips and teeth assaulted my throat. He knows how much that makes me tremble. His power is so complete when he does that. It takes all my control to not run in that moment. He knows it.
“Take it off.” I rose and unzipped the dress all the way, letting it fall to the ground. I unclasped my bra and let it fall. I pushed down my thong until it lay pooled on the floor as well. I stood before him naked.
“Kneel on the bed facing the headboard.” I climbed up on the bed and got into position. His fingers probed my pussy. I was wet. I was surprised. I didn’t feel like I was yet but his control over me does that without me knowing. I also felt pain when he touched my clit. The wand we used on Sunday had rubbed me raw while between us and I could feel where it had ground into my pelvis. I thought about mentioning it but it would have broken the mood and I had a feeling tonight was going to be about pain anyway so I let it go.
He pulled back from me and the falls of the flogger hit me hard on the ass. I cried out. No warm up, no pretense, just immediate harsh hits. They fell two in a row one on each cheek then he backed off with smaller hits to sooth and spread the pain. Again two harsh stinging hits and then lighter ones to coax the sting over my skin. Intermittently, his fingers would probe my pussy. Then the flogging would begin again. He was not gentle and I was jumpy. I knew this was going to be a rough night. He would take me, he would mark me.
He pushed his dry fingers against my asshole. I startled. “Nervous?” He queried but didn’t wait for a reply. His face pushed into my ass as his tongue and hot moisture assaulted my puckered hole. I moaned loudly. The juxtaposition of the harsh nerve-grating pain to the hot wetness of his tongue made me go limp with ache for him. I wanted him badly.
He pulled away from me and the flogger began to touch me on my sex. He flogged my thighs and my pussy. I had pushed back against his tongue which had exposed my tender bits for the bite 0f his flogger even more. It stung and hurt so that I jumped in place on the bed.
He mounted the bed behind me. I was so relieved to feel his cock push into me. He felt massively huge. He is very well endowed but he felt even larger than usual. Perhaps the time away, or that my pussy was swollen from being flogged, either way he pushed hard into me and it felt like he wasn’t going to fit until he slid it finally. I was dry from the flogging but he was not taking no for an answer. “What is that baby? What do you feel?”
“Your cock Daddy. Your cock inside me.” I lifted up to say it because my face had been all the way down in the covers. The change in angle gave him a bit more access and he pushed in deeper.
“That’s right. And what are you?” He was goading me. He was forcing me to submit.
“Your slut Daddy. I’m your slut.” I wanted to cry out. His cock stretching me felt so good. I was his, I was back where I belonged. He began to fuck me in earnest. “Yes, yes Daddy, oh yes. I’m your slut Daddy.”
“On your back.” He backed off and I turned over for him. “Spread your legs and keep them spread.” He put my hands on my knees so I would keep my legs up and wide open. He was sitting between my legs and took his flogger in hand again. I’m sure I visibly cringed. He doubled the flogger so the falls were shortened in his hand. He flogged my spread open pussy and it stung so much! I cried out and tried to keep my legs open but the pain in such a tender spot made it so hard to control my body. “Keep them open!” He growled. I flung them wide again with a whimper.
The flogging of my pussy continued until finally he put down the flogger and outright slapped my pussy with his palm twice in rapid succession. I convulsed almost in two from the pain of it. It smarted so much. To feel that kind of pain in such a vulnerable spot left me breathless and feeling violated. He knew he had me, he made me keep my legs open myself. It was invasive mentally more than any other way.
He mounted me again and began to fuck my dry pussy. The pain of the spanking was fading but my pussy was raw now. My body gave off some moisture when he began to fuck me but not nearly enough. He got lube and put some on me. It burned like fire for a minute because I was abraded but that subsided when he entered me again. He began to fuck me and I began to respond. The pain was gone, thank goodness and my body began to respond to him again. I moaned and desperately wanted to lose myself in the feeling.”Look at me.” He wanted to see me. He wanted me for him and to not slip away. I looked into his piercing blue eyes and saw him claiming me. I saw the intensity of him and I felt his power.
“Play with yourself.” I put my hand between us and rubbed my clit while he fucked me. I could feel my body respond exponentially. “I’ll give you a predicament baby girl. I’ll count to ten and if you haven’t cum I’m getting out the wand.” He knows I love/hate that thing. I kept playing with my clit and he counted. “1…2…3…4…5…10.” He skipped half the numbers and grinned like a Cheshire Cat when he said ten.
He flipped my leg over him so that I was on my side. I know what he wants when he puts me in this position. He wants my ass. He lubed my ass and pushed his finger in. I struggled but then felt the pleasure of his finger sliding in my ass so I settled down and began to enjoy it. He mounted me for what I thought would be more pussy fucking with his finger inside my ass. But it wasn’t to be that easy. He positioned himself at the entrance to my ass and I panicked. I had no time to prepare for this and he’s so big. He wasn’t really going to do this right now, was he?
“You have a pillow right there if you feel the need to scream.” Oh shit, he was absolutely serious. This was going to happen right now with no preparation. I grabbed onto the comforter and desperately tried to relax because tension was only going to make this worse. He pushed his cock to the entrance of my ass and it prickled with pain. He could tell he wasn’t going in. He pulled back and pushed his finger inside me again, fucking my ass more. “Breathe woman.”
I relaxed by command alone. “She’s relaxed and ready for me.” He pulled his fingers out and mounted me again. He pushed his cock in and my body gave way just a bit. I am never sure, when he starts, if I’m going to tear or if my asshole will stretch for him. He was going too fast for it to stretch right then.
“Slow Daddy, please slow.” I cried out. I wanted to cry. That wasn’t going to help me so I sucked it up and relaxed. Finally he slid inside. I was so relieved. Then he began to fuck my ass. It was so incredibly tight. It was a little painful but as he fucked me it got better and I began to enjoy the feeling. Then he fucked harder and faster. It was too fast for me to get used to it so I just bore it. I had no other choice, he was not to be denied.
After a few minutes he pulled out. “On your stomach.” I was barely breathing, I had been holding on for him to finish or my body to give in. Something. I got onto my stomach. If he was going to fuck my pussy now, I’d be fine. I wanted him to finish well, I wanted this to end well. But when he mounted me he was going to fuck my ass again. I balked. I couldn’t take it again. In my mind I said,“Red, now is the time to call Red.” Out loud I cried out, “Oh no please Daddy.” I hoped he’d hear me. I wanted it to stop.
He heard the fright in my voice and stopped. I was so relieved. That was so hard. I wanted to cry but I kept it together. I was stunned and confused. I had lost the good feeling at some point along the path and didn’t understand what happened.
“What are you thinking?” He asked. I shook my head. I couldn’t figure out how to put it into words. I couldn’t rightly decide what had happened.”Maybe I should put a pad of paper by the bed then you can tell me.” That made me sad. I can’t always verbalize my feelings right afterward. But I feel like we talk and I do tell him how I feel. I try really hard not to just write everything here but to talk with him too.
We snuggled but he felt distant, like he was far away in his thoughts. We are both out in new territory sometimes in this lifestyle. Just because he’s the Dominant doesn’t mean he has it all figured out. I mentioned that he felt distant and he told me that he needed processing time too. He said maybe it was too soon after me being gone for such a deep session. Perhaps. Somehow, it felt less consensual. Is this slavehood? Was it me not submitting enough? I don’t know.
We talked and snuggled and eventually we made love and it was really amazing. He laughed afterwards because I had told him we’d have to be really nice to my sore pussy tomorrow and then we ended up having sex right after that.