Leaving on a Jet Plane

Time to go back home to my responsibilities. I have had another beautiful and perfect weekend with Daddy and Master.  I call him both now for he has become two.  More than that really.  He is my everything.  My husband-to-be, my muse though he calls me his, my protective Daddy and my stern Master.  

I have not admitted this and granted I’m realizing this as I write it but I need challenge, I need struggle, I can become distracted and bored with less.  My mind is ever active, ever working and ever analyzing.  Daddy and I are more alike in this than I knew. 

He fits me so well.  He told me tonight that I fit him like a glove.  He’s so right. Our bodies fit together but moreso than that, our minds fit together.  He challenges me.  He is relentless in exploring our chemistry.  He finds his way inside my mind, centering my passion, delving to the depths of all that is me.  He worked his way in, he broke the fortress I had become.  With his kind heart, his reprobate swagger, and his force of will all governed by his engineer’s mind he took me and made me his. 

How do I go home tomorrow?  How do I part myself from him when I am so cleaved to him that I feel half a person?  All I want is to shut the world out and live in a dream of service to this man. I want to allow him to debase me, lay me bare, then raise me up from the ashes he created to build me again in the image he sees. 

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Kneeling

I kneel to him to honor my Master and his control of me.  I am here next to my bed.  My knees burning.  It has been a long hiatus and my body is rebelling.  It is my just punishment.  

My Master deserves so much more than I currently give him.  He is caring and honorable. He is thoughtful of others and keeps a whole list of found-family as part of his care circle. 

It is my wish to serve him in every way, every day.  So, today I kneel.  I picture him in front of me.  His fingers pushing my chin up so my gaze is captured in his.  His hot breath soon on my neck.  His words, oh my god, his words etching carnal sin on my soul.

Today, I kneel, to honor but also to feel him.  To know that I am wholly his chattel, his girl, his slave. That I will do as he commands, that I will choose subjugation, that I will debase myself, and that I will be as dirty as he commands.  All of this, I do for him. 

Flood – Erotica

After dinner, Andrea finished up dishes and stepped into the shower. She could hear the TV in the other room. Her duties were done and she happily let the water course over her body, washing away the tension of the day. 

Slipping on a nightshirt, she sat in front of the computer. She loved this time of night when everyone was relaxed or asleep and she could just browse emails or read articles. It was her time.

John’s deep voice startled her from the door of the room. “My girl, I have a task for you.” 

His command was soft though Andrea knew there wasn’t a possibility of her saying no. “Yes, my Master.” Her heart beat hard and rapid at the uttering of this phrase. 

 “Come, kneel here on the carpet. Table for me sweetie.”

She walked over to him and knelt. Andrea’s hands touched the floor, lifting her back flat as a table for him. Kneeling there at his feet, she felt very vulnerable and exposed. Her nightshirt bloused out from her breasts as they hung freely. Her round ass was fully visible. As he circled her, she spread her legs as she knew he’d want her to do. Arching her back slightly, her sex was exposed for him.

“Touch yourself girl.” Her heart beat faster as she obeyed. Shifting her weight to one hand, she reached the other back to her sex. Her fingers rubbed the tiny nub of her clit. She felt it throb under her fingers as they moved. 

“I want you to come for me doll.” Lowering her head, her long hair grazed the carpet and caressed her shaking arm. Her weight held by one arm was going to take its toll.

Working her fingers faster on her clit, Andrea panted from the exertion of holding the pose and from her body’s reaction. Holding her breath, she bucked as she felt the first waves of her orgasm roll over her. A light sheen of sweat beaded on her forehead, her cheeks flushed from her ecstasy as she looked up to him.

 “Mmm, nicely done, my girl. Now, strip for me.” Her face a mask of obedience, she stripped off her night shirt and stayed kneeling there until he returned with a bit which he put between her teeth. In his hands, were clamps which he tightened on her nipples. The fire and the pain of the clamps burned through her, making her whimper against the bit in her mouth. She wouldn’t let her pain get the best of her.  Thankfully, the warmth was beginning to spread through her body from her fiery nipples.

With flogger in hand, John indicated that she stand up. With her hands clasped behind her, she stood before him. The falls of the flogger caressed her breasts and chest. At first the sensation was teasing and offered some distraction from the pinching on her nipples. This did not last. The whipping began in earnest and she bit into the wooden dowel in her teeth. The sting of each fall barely had time to mellow before she felt the sting begin on her other breast. Each time the falls happened to strike her tortured nipples she would jump and had to resist backing up from him.

Finally, John stopped after they were both panting and flushed. Her breasts and nipples were on fire; her loins were also on fire from the sensations washing over her. 

“Back on your knees my pet. I want another orgasm from you now. Give it to me.” Kneeling by the bed, she felt his hand gently on her back pushing her chest down onto the soft comforter. Any other time, she would have loved the restful position but this time it only caused her to feel the hot licking pain in her nipples even more.

She spread her knees wide and reached her fingers down to touch her throbbing pussy. Heat emanated from her sodden lips as her fingers caressed up and down her pink inner walls. As her fingers touched her swollen clit she came almost immediately. The throbbing intensified as moans escaped her.

Completely spent and sore, she looked up to her beloved and was greeted with a sight that made her heart sink. His eyes were twinkling with pleasure and mischievousness at the same time. In his hand was a dildo. In his eyes was a command.

Taking a minute to digest the expectation, she rose on shaky legs before him. “Yes, my Master.” As he removed the nipple clamps she cried out in pain as the blood rushed back to the damaged area, the pain of it bringing back the whipping all over again.

Pushing her back on the bed, she stretched out before him and took the dildo in her hand. Looking up into his eyes, she found the desire there strong and fervent. A moment before, she had no idea where she would find the strength or impetus to perform any further. 

Now, with his pleasure surrounding her, Andrea succumbed without further prodding. Opening her thighs wide, she placed the dildo at the entrance of her bright pink pussy. All the sensations of the two orgasms she already had this evening came rushing back to her. As she arched her back, she pushed the dildo deep inside her. Her aching breasts pushed into the air, dancing before him. Her knees shook and her hand worked faster and faster, filling her deeply with each thrust of the dildo. Whimpering her pleasure, her eyes never left his. She wanted this more for him now than for her. She was a woman unleashed in her ecstasy lying before him, giving all her passion to him. 

Unable to hold out any longer, she writhed on the bed. Her hand cupped her sex holding the device completely sheathed inside her. Her eyes smoldered as they met his. He nodded and she came hard. Pulling the dildo free she let loose the flood.

Come Slut

I’m not sure how the mood turned but it did.  The smell of sex permeated in minutes.  

I sucked his cock after permission was given.  My tongue, my throat, his silky hard cock.  I was entranced.  I savored every lick, the stretch of my throat, my restricted breathing.

“On your belly, baby girl.” I felt languid from touching him.  I rolled over presenting him my ass, thighs, back.  His hands caressed, his eyes ravished.  I breathed in his pheromones.

The vibe materialized under me.  Pushed up between my thighs. It coaxed and cajoled my sex.  But his words, oh his words, those seduced my mind. “Are you my whore?  Yes, you are.  That’s a good whore.  You’re going to be my good little cum whore and give me what I want.”

His fingers curled into the close hairs at the nape of my neck and pulled my head up.  His teeth grazing the side of my neck as venom dripped from his lips.  “My good slut, feel it, take it.  Give me what I want.  You want to, I know.” 

His hand released the adder’s grip from my neck and pushed my face into the sheets.  His face pushed between my ass cheeks, his tongue assaulted my asshole.  My back arched on its own, opening me to him while vibrations continued their relentless affair under me.

“I should just fuck your ass right now, no warm up, and listen to you whimper.” His finger slid into my tight hole.  He knew how that threat would scare me, excite me. I feared him tearing me, but I ached for him stretching me wide.  Oh, the dichotomy.  My pussy spasmed with every threat. 

His finger fucked my ass.  The intense sensations from ass to clit were turning my soul. Rolling her like swine in slop.  “Dirty girl, you’d like me to take your ass.  You want to be my dirty whore.  Such a good little dirty whore you are.”

He pushed the vibrator up high and tight on my throbbing clit.  I would not take long, I was gone.  Only a dirty slut remained pinned under him. I responded to him now, the frenzy was upon me. “Yes Daddy, I’m your dirty girl, dirty girl. Wicked dirty girl.” I spoke in tongues to my Devil, my captor.

“Yes, my little cum whore, you want to give me your come don’t you?” He spanked me hard, once, twice, thrice, in staccato succession.  “Give it to me.”

My body convulsed, I continued to spew filth as the orgasm tore through my body and mind.  Hot sticky glorious waves of pleasure.  He pushed me down on the vibe knowing I’d want it gone now.  “No, take it, ride it.”  Fuck! Please let it stop, I can’t take it.

I kept coming with his hand pressing me down.  I rode the storm.  My mental ship and all her crew tossed on the churning, roiling tide.  The vibe stopped, it must have.  Breathing became my world.  His warmth and caress my heaven. 

“That’s right.  Good girl.  You did very well.  Such a good girl.” I wrapped myself in him.  His love, his approval.  My bliss.

A Prayer For Submission

Disturb me, my Master, when I am too well pleased with myself; when my dreams have come true because I have dreamed too little; when I have arrived safely because I have only sailed along the shore.

Disturb me, my Master, when with the abundance of the stresses I endure, I have lost my thirst for the dark passions of life.

Stir me, my Master, to dare more boldly, to venture on wider seas, where storms will show your mastery; where losing sight of land, I shall find the stars.

I beg you to push back the horizons of my hopes and to push me into the future in strength, courage, and love. 

Open my heart to the love instilled there. My Master loves me tenderly. What he owns is to be kept under lock and key or to be shared as is his wish.

The more I hold back the less I will experience. The more I share, the more I will know service. Let me ask Him, when it comes to asking for something, to help me to be willing.

Comeuppance

“Come on people, are we ready for another day of drunken debauchery at the pool?” Daddy said aloud to the room; while he and I sat on the couch ready to go.  We were waiting for the everyone else to get their suits on. 

“She’s not,” I heard Goddess say as she walked into the room. “She’ll probably just disobey orders again like yesterday.” I felt my stomach fall to my toes even as I tried to laugh at the joke she made at my expense.

Daddy’s razor sharp gaze whipped around to me as her words hung in the air. “What do you mean, she disobeyed?” He spoke to her while his eyes stayed riveted to me.

“You told her to drink up but she said, I don’t have to because Daddy’s not here right now.” Goddess’ eyes twinkled and danced with mischief as she spoke and walked off to the nearby kitchen. 

Daddy’s eyes bored into me as the smile on my face faltered.  “Is this true? Did you say that?”

I tried to keep my mood playful but I was on the edge of a very precarious cliff. There was nothing to do but jump. I looked up at him and said, “Yes, Daddy, I did.”

I don’t have to because Daddy’s not here right now? Really?” His hand moved like lightning and gripped my neck like a vise. He had me pinned to the couch, my head back, my body frozen in place…waiting for what came next. “What is that baby girl?”

“Defiance.” I said.  I had disobeyed. I had been pressed to it, by Goddess, sure, but it was my action and I had to own it. 

“Yes, defiance.” Daddy’s hand gripped my neck tighter and his face pressed close to mine. He was intimidating me with his power and his presence.  Everyone else in the room fell away.  I felt only him, I saw only him, he was the length, breadth and width of my world.

His lips hovered over mine. My breath was stuck in my throat below his granite-like grip. He hesitated a moment, his eyes held a question.  Ultimately, he said, “I like it.”  I was surprised but relieved and something else too.

“Get in the bedroom.” He released me and I fell from the couch with a faltering gait. I got up from the floor and into the bedroom.

“Strip.” I did as told quickly but my mind was still reeling.  He liked it?

He pushed me onto the bed. “Feel that?” His hand crushed mine to his hard cock.  I nodded.  He was most definitely turned on by the chain of events.

“You are mine.  I own you.” He said. “What does that make you?”

“Your slut.  Your whore.” I said as he mounted me.

“That’s right. My disobedient little whore.” He thrust deep into me, claiming me.  His hand held my neck tightly, his wrist bracing on my chest such that I had bruising there for a few days afterwards. He took me then and made it clear who owned whom and who was to be obeyed.

I fondly pressed my fingers to the sore spot on my chest for the days following.  His level of fierce dominance makes my blood hot and my pussy wet.  It sets me on fire just thinking about it now.

Shower Scene

By the end of the eventful day in the pool, I was slightly tipsy and very horny.  Mr. D leaned into me, kissing me with intensity.  “Want to go upstairs?” I asked.  I wanted him.

He looked around the pool, the other couples were occupied. “Yeah, let’s go.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the stairs.  We waved to our crew and went up to the room.

Daddy led me to the balcony overlooking the pool.  On the tenth floor, no one could see us unless we were right at the railing. He pushed me down on the chaise lounge and pulled my bikini bottoms off.  His fingers probed me.  He worked them inside me until I was wet and ready.   He mounted me there, outside in the hot, humid air.  I was panting for him after all the teasing. 

After a brief fucking, we got up and went into the room to get more comfortable.  I took the rest of my suit off in the shower to hang it up.  Our shower was an open plan with no door and a glass block wall.  Inside there were two travertine blocks about two feet high that served as shelves.  Daddy joined me in the shower and said, “Bend over, hands on the blocks.” 

“Yes Daddy.” I did as commanded. My hands propped me up on the blocks. My head was against the wall and my ass up in the air.  He gripped my hips and maneuvered himself until his cock pushed up against my pussy.  I widened my stance until my feet were against each wall. It brought me down onto his cock.  He pumped into me while the water sprinkled over us.  I love being taken from behind and this shower served well for that purpose. 

We moved from the shower to the bed.  “Get on your side.” Daddy said.  He pushed one of my legs up into the fetal position and the other down between his legs.  He can slide right into my pussy this way and still have access to my ass.

“I own you.  You’re mine.” His cock slammed home. 

“Yes Daddy!” I said as I felt his thrust hit home.  He lubed his fingers and slid one in my ass.  I moaned loudly.  There was no one to disturb with my cries.  We were away from home and alone in the rooms.  He was relentless with his finger and then multiple fingers in my ass.  He reamed me.  I cried out and panted and held on under the onslaught. 

After a few minutes, Daddy switched our positions and was between my legs fucking me on my back. “I want your ass.  It’s mine and I’m going to take it.”

I knew that would fail miserably right then.  My ass was not ready.  I can tell when it’s a good day for anal and it wasn’t.  My body wasn’t prepared, my mind wasn’t prepared.  Oddly, I didn’t stress about it.  I was immediately resigned, I suppose.  I didn’t give it a thought.  “On your belly.” He said.  

I was on my belly waiting.  Then I realized it had been too long.  He wasn’t making a move.  It was too quiet.  I looked back up to him.  “What’s wrong Daddy?” He gathered me up in his arms.

“It’s not fair to do that to you.  We aren’t prepared and we don’t have the right toys with us.” We snuggled and I felt cradled in his care at the moment. 

“Baby girl, next week on Thursday you will take your plug and lube to work.  You will wait until the afternoon and then will put the plug in your ass.  You will wear it for two hours before you come home. Understand?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Then, I will take your ass.”

I was giddy then.  An order, planned preparation, owned and kept for a purpose.  I felt complete.