His little Dove

Part 7: Pushing Dove Further:

I often think about the time I made Dove pee for me. It was so hard for her. Hard for her to accept not only doing it, but accept that I not only still wanted her, but I had to fight for her to accept that humiliation was something that she liked, wanted and craved. No matter how long I do what it is that we do, I will never fully understand why it is so hard to let go and just accept the things we like, especially for the submissive.

Dove loved to learn new things. She loved being pushed, she craved the pain that she derived so much pleasure from. I could restrain her for an hour or two or even just a small cuff fastened to the bedpost overnight and her eyes would just dance and fill with excitement. Her heart would pound and rarely would she allow her own throat to open and produce the most exquisite moans, she truly was a beauty to behold, but she was a quiet little thing.

Once I got Dove over the first initial shock of pissing for me, I found a hot button for her. I discovered that to make her fly higher than ever, I could spank her over my knee and alternate a swat to her ass with a swat lower between her spread legs so that the tips of my fingers smacked against her wet pussy till she lost control and came at the same time she let loose of her bladder. The results were not only her flying higher but also the most compliant and calm little Dove afterwards, but during, she would sing for me loudly and with complete abandon.

Finally it came to a time to push Dove a little more. I got to her apartment before she got home one Friday afternoon. I let myself in with the key she had given me. I knew it wouldn't scare her to find me and what awaited her inside, she was used to coming home and seeing my car parked outside and knowing something deliciously wicked awaited her inside.

I watched her get out of her car from the livingroom window. She was smiling and she had almost a skip to her step as she hurried to get inside. I moved to the door and stood behind it. I heard her insert the key when she discovered that I had locked the door. I watched as the doorknob turned and the door pushed opened. She called out, "Stev…" but was unable to complete calling my name as I moved in closer and clamped my hand over her mouth.

I pushed her against the wall with my hand still firmly planted over her mouth, and closed the door in the same movement. Her eyes were wide with surprise. My other hand grabbed her breast through her blouse, I squeezed roughly the luscious mound and felt her nipple harden under my touch. I tweaked the hard little bud between my fingers and her eyes closed as the moan escaped her slender neck. I grew hard at the sound of that little moan. I was going to enjoy this evening I told myself, but so would she.

I let go of her nipple quickly, another moan. I trailed my hand down over her body and caught the hem of her skirt. With my face close to hers I ordered her to spread her legs wide for me. She did as she was told. I reached under the skirt and grabbed her already dampened panties and pulled them upward and tight against her pussy. As I held them tight I told her to move her hips for me in a circle. With each circle she made the tight material rubbed her clit and she moaned ever so sweetly. I could smell her arousal as she moved for me. I let go of the material and pushed them aside and with a sudden movement shoved two fingers deep inside of her. She cried out and pleaded to cum. I told her no, but in reality I wanted her to cum and cum so hard that it rocked her from head to toe, I wanted her to lose control.

Wanting her to lose control is one thing, however my little Dove had learned so well how to stop and hold her orgasms back by this point. I was going to have to push her a little bit more to ensure she lost that control. I began to fuck her hard with my fingers. Shoving them in and out hard, fast and deep. Her breathing came out in gasps and the pleading continued. Finally I removed my fingers and changed the way I was fucking her. Instead of using my first two fingers, the index and middle, I shoved my middle and ring finger inside. My pinky was now able to tease her tight little asshole and my thumb pressed hard against her clit. She sucked in her breath, the pleading subsided in mid sentence and I felt her body tighten against my hand. She came so hard and by such complete surprise and abandon that she squealed out an "ohh no!" I smiled to myself, her eyes snapped opened and her mouth began to try to form the words of apology, apologies for cumming without permission.

I didn't give her time to recover enough to apologize. I grabbed her wrist and pushed her over the arm of the sofa. I lifted her skirt fast and yanked her now soaked panties down. She turned her head to say something, tears threatening to spill over her cheeks. I held up my hand to warn her not to speak. She turned her head back towards the couch and laid it down knowing not to say a single word.

I took off my belt and wound the majority of it around my hand. I left a few inches of the end of the belt free so that I could sweep it back and forth across her ass and between her legs on the insides of each thigh. Within minutes she was turning pink with all those beautiful little welts she loves so much.

As the welts raised and her skin went from pink to a nice warm glowing red she began to squirm and then to plead, begging me to forgive her. I spoke not a word. But pulled her up and pushed her on through the apartment and into the bedroom.

I ordered her to strip for me. She trembled from head to toe as she removed each piece of clothing. Standing before me naked she lowered her face and eyes in modesty.

"Dove!" I said loudly. Her head snapped back up to look at me, knowing she had done yet one more thing she isn't allowed to do, and that is to hang her head. Some Master's like that meek subservient downcast of the eyes on their submissive's, I on the other hand demand that she look me in the eye. She has nothing to be ashamed of, she is a beautiful young vibrant little minx and in such I enjoy seeing her face, her eyes. I love that unspoken pleading she does with just the look in her eyes.

Now with her looking back up at me I tossed her her cuffs. They landed firmly against the edge of the bed next to where she was standing. I told her to put them on. She picked up her ankle cuffs first and bent down and placed each of them around her. She then stood and put her wrist cuffs in place. I ordered her to turn, kneel and prepare her neck for me. She turned and knelt to the floor pulling her hair up and out of the way for me to fasten her collar around her long neck.

"Stand." I said flatly. She stood and turned and looked up into my eyes, searching for a thread of mercy from me. This is the hardest thing for me. Those gorgeous eyes, silently pleading, so blue and so innocent, even during her throws of passion they have an innocence to them and the ability to make the hardest of Doms to melt and relent. I had to look away or I would have.

I turned from her piercing gaze and picked up the rope I had laid out before she arrived home. I had to raise her arms up and began to prepare the breast bondage she was slowly growing accustomed to. Once I had her breasts snug and slightly bulging, but not enough to make them turn colors, just enough to make her nipples so hard and react like to tiny round clits when flicked. Next came the clamps. She winced and tried hard to resist pulling back, something at that point she hadn't mastered. A swift smack to her thigh made her stand at attention and I finished tightening each clamp. I let the chain fall against her skin.

"Time for something new my little Dove." I told her as I allowed the second chain to fall from hand and it dangled in front of her face. At the end of the chain hung another clamp and there was no mistake where it was going to go. I told her to spread her legs for me and then to open herself up and hold herself open until I was finished. With trembling fingers she pulled back her lips between her legs and stood as still as she could. Once I had the clamp snug around her clit, I looked into her eyes. The mixture of pain and pleasure written so deeply in her eyes was like getting a shot of adrenalin. I waited for the count of 30 to see if she would let go and take her hands away from holding herself open, but she didn't. She knew I hadn't told her to; the last command she had heard was to hold her pussy open until I was finished, she was wise to know that I wasn't.

I picked up the crop, I looked at her one more time and walked up to her as close as I could and still have the ability to use the crop the way I wanted. I looked deeply into her eyes as I stood off to her side with one arm around her. Her head was turned so she could see my face. Not a word was spoke as I brought the crop up a little and struck her hard little clit, so exposed from the clamp and her holding herself open. She blinked slightly and moaned a little but never, not once did she break her eye contact with me. Between each gentle swat to her clit I stroked her clit with the shaft of the crop. She was lost between her two worlds. Her world of pain, her world of erotic pleasure.

Within several minutes she was once again pleading to be allowed to cum. I just said no as flatly as I could, I told her she must hold it. I stopped to allow her to calm down just a bit. But then I pulled her tighter to me and dropped the crop and used my hand to smack against her wet spread pussy. I wanted to hear her, I wanted to hear her scream with pleasure, I wanted her to open her throat and cast away all secrecy, I wanted her to cum so hard she would forget to be quiet like she always tries to strive for, afraid of neighbors over hearing. I wanted that sweet surrender to all, I wanted the complete her.

With each open handed smack I placed firmly on her clit she pleaded and begged to cum. I asked her over and over with each swat if she was such a slut that she couldn't control herself. Finally after about a dozen firm swats she screamed out that yes, yes she was my slut, my slut that was wet and pleading to cum. I bent my head to hers and kissed her hard and deep as I shoved 3 fingers into her, stretching her more than she had ever been stretched and then I pulled away to look into her eyes, and said to her, "Cum for me Dove, cum so hard and fly." Dove threw her head back and the most exquisite sound came pouring from her as she came for me, soaking my fingers moving in and out of her body, filling the room with her primal cries, lost in a world of ecstasy.

To be continued later:

Steve