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Surrender To Sir (Part 1)
Hello, everyone. I’m new here. I’ve been a sub for 8 years. I’ve switched but prefer the bottom. I don’t currently have a Dom but am working on converting my husband of 5 years. ^___^ For now, I need an outlet for all this D/s energy. So here’s part 1 of a fictional story I’m writing. I have no goals except using it as a release and that I hope others will find it fun, too. (Of course I’m nervous about that. haha)
Let me know how you all feel about cursing. I don’t remember reading anything in the rules about it, but I might have forgotten. I’ve got a few in here but will keep them out or censor them if it’s a problem.
Surrender To Sir
He cups my chin, angling it up as we stand face to face. “Go get in position, pet. You have ten minutes.”
I’m tempted to lean in and steal a kiss, but think better than to start with a count. I give him a broad smile, just the way he likes it. “Yes, sir.”
He smiles back, “Good girl,” and a thrill courses through my stomach to my groin.
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Some time later, I stand stripped in the bedroom, lost without a clock, distracted as usual making the room prettier when I should be in position, meditating. Surely, it’s only been a few minutes.
The door swings open and he halts, glaring at me.
Oh, shit. I drop to my knees where I am and lower my head further than usual. “Sorry, sir.”
The door clicks shut and his buffed dress shoes pad across the carpet toward me. With the hard toe bumping my bare knee, he sets his hand gently on the top of my head and sighs. “Oh, doll. It’s a little late for that now, isn’t it?”
My heart pounds. I hold still, eyes on the stitched seam over the arch of his foot. How will he punish me? If I please him first, will he be lenient?
My scalp tingles as he slides his hand through my hair. I lean into his hold, yearning for acceptance and forgiveness. I slide both hands around to the backs of his thighs until my knuckles brush each other and my fingers are between his legs.
He inhales deeply, and I want to nuzzle my face into the front of his jeans. I want to unzip them with my teeth and—
He tugs my hair. “Look at me.”
I do. He stares down, disappointed, and I’m crushed.
His voice drops an octave. “Hands by your sides. Now.”
I obey, my breaths unsteady.
He opens his mouth to speak but pauses. “God, you’re sexy as fuck right now.”
My lungs fill with a breath of fresh air and I smile.
“Doesn’t mean you’ll escape punishment,” he says. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” The back of my neck begins to ache from craning to look up at him.
“Tell me why I’m going to punish you.”
“I disrespected you by not being in position when you arrived.”
“And?”
I try to lower my head to ease the cramp in my neck but he tightens his grip on my hair. I lower my voice to a whisper. “And I touched you without your permission.”
“Yes.” He releases me, staring down at me with a glare. Curling two fingers into the knot of his tie, he loosens it. “Close your eyes.”
I do. The silk of his tie whines as he frees it. A breeze blows past as he moves behind me. A moment later the silk is pressed over my eyes and knotted at the back of my head.
“Don’t move. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
I hold still, kneeling, sitting on my feet, my hands on my thighs. The door swooshes open and the room is quiet for a long time. I should be contemplating my position and my submission to him, but I’m too excited to play. All I can think about are the ways I want to pleasure him, by doing as he asks and by touching him the way he likes. My thoughts drift to steamy daydreams.
When the door clicks shut, I hear the rattle of china, a tea cup on a saucer. He moves around me and I’m curious as hell what’s going on. Lemon scent wafts to my nose. The rattling stops, then his open hands are on my shoulders.
“Recline.”
I lean back until he stops me at a 45 degree angle.
“Hold still.”
Crap.
His metal belt buckle clinks, followed by the leather flapping through his belt loops. My skin prickles with anticipation, ready for the sting though not sure where it will land.
“Hands back.”
Oh? This is new.
I press my wrists together behind me, my belly and thighs already beginning to ache. He slaps a thick leather cuff on each arm and binds them together with a metal clip. A leather leash coils over my toes beneath my bound wrists.
“Open your hands.”
The tea cup clatters and I’m soon holding it. It’s difficult to balance it, but I manage.
“Your count is three. Do not spill this.”
Three minutes? I can’t… I’ll never make it.
The leather belt falls limp across my thighs and I jump, the teacup clattering.
His fingers grip my chin and his voice hits so close I feel his words on my face. “If you spill, you will get the belt. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” My thighs burn and the china clatters as I shake. I don’t know where he is. I can’t hear him anymore. But the door hasn’t opened so he’s still in the room. Watching, I’m sure. I want to make him happy, above and beyond what he expects. I want him to know that, despite my misbehavior, I am his. He owns me. And I will do anything he asks to make him happy.
I make a concerted effort to hold still and breathe through my count. The tea cup quiets as I pull myself together and find zen. The burning in my belly dissipates. I am an inanimate object yet thoroughly alive.
He finally speaks. “Your count is done, pet.”
I hold it for ten more seconds just to demonstrate my penitence. Letting out a breath, I sit up straight. Ah!
“Bring me the cup. Do not spill it.”
He gives no acknowledgement of my extra effort. A part of me is crushed, but I carry on.
Carefully, I rise to a standing position, the cup jiggling behind me, the leather leash slapping at my thighs as I shift. If I’ve spilled, I can’t tell. I’m thoroughly exposed to him with my hands secured behind my back but I stand tall, unashamed. My body is his tool.
The location of his voice tells me he’s sitting at the foot of the bed about three steps away. I take two confident steps forward then a third careful one. My toes meet the hard side of his shoe.
Stepping in front of him, I turn my back and present the cup and saucer. He takes it from me, sips, and sets it down on a table. I don’t move.
“Good girl.” His warm hands land on my bare hips, and I want to face him and curl into his arms. I stay put.
He bumps one knee between my legs. “Spread.” His breath hits my fingertips as his hands slide over my bottom, thumbs settling beneath each cheek, fingers wrapped around my hips.
“Hands up, please,” he says. His tone has softened. “I want to look at you.”
Bending my elbows, I press my thumbs between my shoulder blades.
“You are so beautiful.” His breath tingles the skin of one cheek, spilling hot across my skin.
The praise strikes me deep in my core. I let out a whimper and press back against his hands. He growls and bites the tender spot beneath my cheek where his thumb was. It’s all teeth at first, then he drags his tongue across the same spot—so close to where I need him, I squirm.
Digging his thumbs into the soft flesh of my upper thighs, he warns, “Patience, pet.”
I am the opposite of patient but I try. For him.
“Step forward.” He gives my hips a shove and stands up behind me. His shirt tickles my forearms. I’m tempted to cup him in my hand and knead him until he’s hard as a rock…if he isn’t already.
As if he can read my mind, he pulls my hair to one side and whispers in my ear, “Do not touch me.”
“Yes, sir.” I flatten my hands against my bottom. The leather leash dangles at the backs of my knees.
Trailing barely-there kisses down my neck and across my shoulder, he twists my hair around one hand. “Your skin is divine. You are so fucking sexy.”
I lose my breath. “Thank you, sir.” Head spinning, I forget to keep my hands tucked close and my knuckles skim the front of his jeans.
He backs away quickly and lets go of me. I’m lost without his touch.
Releasing the clamp from my cuffs, he commands, “Arms by your sides.”
He holds me still with one hand on my shoulder. The other he slides down over the curve of my bottom and between my legs, cupping my sex from behind, his wrist and forearm pressing between my cheeks. I can’t help but move against him.
His breath falls hot on my ear. “So eager, doll.” He tightens his grip, pressurizing me. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me, sir. Please.” Heat flushes up my neck to my face because it’s a selfish request and not the thing I wanted most just a moment ago.
I can’t think when he’s touching me.
He closes his soft lips over my ear lobe and presses one finger deeper against my clit. “What part of me do you want inside you? Details, pet.”
He knows what I want. He’s driving me mad.
“Just…you,” I offer meekly, shifting against his hand. A wave of pleasure swirls up through my core.
“Say it,” he growls.
“I want your dick inside me.” My whole body flushes, skin prickling.
“Good girl.” He pulls his hand away and gives my bottom a promising smack.
I’m reeling somewhere on the edge of subspace as he unties my blindfold, cruelly drawing me back to consciousness.
I blink in the dim light.
He cups my face with one hand and leans closer, stopping just short of touching. If he doesn’t kiss me soon, I’m going to take it and get myself in trouble.
The fire in his eyes ignites me. “Was there something else you wanted, pet?”
My gaze drops to his smirking lips. “I really want to kiss you.”
The smirk disappears. “You may.”
I don’t wait to thank him. Leaning in, I press my mouth to his, inhaling his heady scent. His lips are deliciously warm and soft. His skin is unusually smooth, and I realize he’s shaved for me!
Our heads tilt in unison, mouths open and fitting together like a puzzle. Tongue pressing against tongue, teeth scuffing, until we’re breathless and settle into a slower rhythm. I could kiss him all night if he let me.
He draws away, and I cling to his bottom lip with my teeth. Don’t go.
He groans as his lip stretches and releases. One brow shoots up. “Biting? You know the rule, doll.”
A bite for a bite.
Wrapping his arms around me, we spin, the room whirling, before I drop to the bed and he lands heavy on top of me. His weight roots me in the moment. His legs pin mine beneath him, and he locks both my wrists over my head with one hand. His other hand slides down my arm to my side, his thumb brushing my nipple on its way down.
His eyes twinkle with mischief. “Now, where shall I take mine?”
(to be cont’d)
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4 Replies
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That was very nice, Cheeky. I can’t wait to read the next part. I will ask my sir if he will read it. It is a very nice way to help him understand some things from a sub’s point of view.
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Thank you, Sweetone! I’ve been slowly working on part 2 in between 2 jobs and family life. I very much appreciate your feedback and wish you and your Sir the best. <3
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I love this story. I have returned to read it several times.
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Thank you, Angelica! That means a lot to me.
I’ve posted part 2 (and part 3 is coming soon) on my website. http://bit.ly/2q8JnVV
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