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Night as a slave – Scene Long
Sir walks into the living room, ‘Juliet, go into our room. Your clothing and collar are on the bed. Hair down.” This is my cue that our scene is starting. His tone and direction tell me we are now high protocol. I grab the red thong and black studded collar from the bed and take them into our bathroom to ready myself. After one last look in the mirror I walk into our bedroom, head bowed. I see his legs and feet and approach him, waiting until he speaks. His hand brushes my cheek and pushes my hair from my face.
“Tonight, Juliet, you are my slave, not my submissive. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master”
“Very good. I was preparing to warm your cheek for calling me Sir. Good slave. I want to put my feet up. On the floor slave.”
Dropping to my knees and getting on all fours I feel a slight smile play on my lips that I can not explain other than I like this. Sir’s feet are on my back with my ass pointed toward him.
“This is nice but I think my footstool needs some decoration.”
My panties slide down around my knees and cool lube runs down my ass. I feel the jeweled metal butt plug being inserted into my ass. The plug slowly makes it way inside of me.
“I worked your plug in slowly slave; aren’t I a kind Master?
“Yes Master, you are very kind to me. Thank you Master”
“Go get my crop slave”Looking up I see it laying across the room on the floor. I crawl to get it and pick it up with my hand.
“With your mouth slave. Bring it to me.”
I lay it back onto the ground the pick it up with my mouth and return it to him and to me to my position under his feet. A cool small glass is placed on the small of my back. “Do not spill my drink slave or you will be punished, do you understand?” “Yes Master” The crop makes contact with my skin; my upper back, and then my nipples, and then my ass all lightly. I will not spill this drink. I will not spill this drink. I will not spill this drink. Smack, the crop makes contact with my clit and then my ass much harder and I feel the cool liquid pouring across my back and down my sides, dripping off my body onto the carpet. Oh no…yet the smile is on my lips again.“Look what you did Slave! My drink is all over the new carpet!”
“I’m sorry Master.”
“You are sorry? Head down!”His hands wrapped in my hair and pushed my face into the carpet leaving my ass high and exposed for a spanking. He stood on my hair, forcing my head to stay firm on the ground as he spanked me. The spanking stopped and was immediately replaced by pleasure with him moving from rubbing my clit to pushing his fingers inside me.
“Do you like this slave? Is this what you want?”
“Yes Master.”
“Because this is about what you want, right slave?”
“No Master. I want what pleases you Master”
“Did you just say ‘No’?
My face dropped. The word ‘No’ is forbidden in our contract. I feel the sting from the spanking on my ass. Sir is playing with me in a way that we have never played. He is degrading me and making it impossible to answer or act appropriately. I am squirming now and nervous for what is next. I am enjoying this feeling of anxiety.
“You will cum for me slave. Your orgasms are mine and you owe me one. Now!”
I feel myself building toward orgasm. “Can I cum Master”
“No”
No. He is denying me orgasm and with that he is pushing a known limit of mine. I beg and continues to deny me. He is pushing me intentionally, and he knows I will fail. I revel in knowing this and fail with pleasure and anticipation of the spanking I get as a result of my orgasm.
I am brought to my feet and instructed to lay on the bed where he cuffs my wrist and ankles. My hands are extended above my head and both my wrist and ankles are affixed to the chains attached to our bed frame. My arms move enough to bring my elbows to eye level; my legs are pulled tight and straight. I am blindfolded. I feel a sharp tingling sensation moving its way up my body. Wartenburg wheel. The sharp edges of the wheel tingle and torture me across my body, down my arms, across my nipples, down my stomach and onto my pussy / clit. This sensation brings the nerves all over my body to attention. Drip, drip, drip. Cold drops of water hit my skin and then the ice makes contact. Painful, cold, delightful contact. Sir holds the ice directly on my nipples and time stopped. Fighting against my restraints is futile. The sensation, as he moves the ice from my nipples down my stomach and eventually landing on my clit, seems to have lessened. What should be immensely painful does not seem all that bad any more; good even. I close my eyes, even though they are still blindfolded, and take in the sensations; all of them.
The ice melts and Sir gets on top of me. His body presses into me and we are joined, him pushing deep inside me. He still and puts the wand vibrator on my clit as he fucks me. I feel myself building toward orgasm again and I beg for release, which he grants. The wand is not moved and the sensation is almost unbearable. I feel the vibration speed increase and my need for release building again. I beg again for orgasm, which he again grants.
“You will come again slave. More! Again! These orgasms are mine. Now!”
As my orgasm starts, he thrust into me over and over while holding the wand onto my clit. The clinching feeling of my release continues. Pulling at my hand restraints, my body is doing anything to pull away from the friction of the wand. It is too much. I keep cumming. As I can not handle any more he climaxes inside of me. He lifts his weight enough for me to move my hips to the side to get the wand away from my body. We both collapse onto the bed. -
5 Replies
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That sounds like you had fun! You did a wonderful job writing it too…lol 😉
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Wow! Great scene!
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Wow, what a great scene. You should consider writing as a profession! I’m totally turned on, and Sir is still working. What will a girl do…
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OMG! This scene reminds me so much of some prior experiences with Master — especially the ice play while blindfolded. Your description is so well written that I am very wet and horny now. Wish Sir was here now…
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Wow, great scene! Thanks for posting! I wish we there were a forum for Scene posting…we have no imagination and my Sir doesn’t read the stuff I read! LOL! Thanks for spicing it up!
Bliss
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