Chapter 06
It was a typical Sunday morning. my Master had taken a trip to the local
bakery for some Danish pastries to have with O/our coffee. i had a few minutes
to myself and was lying in bed thinking...
i was thinking about 'marks'; about the significance of being 'marked', and
about how it affects me when i see and feel them on myself. And i don't mean
being beaten black and blue with bruises... i mean just a few, here and there,
strategically placed. Sometimes i can feel them through my clothes. It
actually affects me, being able to feel them without touching them, knowing
they are there with me. Being marked somehow helps me feel owned, and serves as
a reminder of my submission to Andrew.
Andrew has asked me, "Do you consider yourself My slave or My submissive, pet?"
i have always answered, "Your submissive Sir," without really thinking.
i wonder if i am a slave? Does the slave, or the submissive, enjoy feeling the
marks of her Master, long after the act, or can both enjoy the result of a
vigorous play session? Does the difference between the two come down to a
matter of consensuality? Is a submissive more agreeable than a slave? Andrew
told me that a slave was one who puts his or her entire being at their Master's
or Mistress' disposal, without limit, and nothing less would satisfy him or her.
He also told me that a submissive was one who, by a choice that may be revoked,
relinquishes a limited amount of power over themselves; and with this, he or she
is satisfied.
i wondered about that for a while... then i wondered why Andrew wanted me to
think about it.... did i not satisfy Him? Is there more of myself i can give
Him? Is that what He wants? And... what exactly is it that satisfies me?
All these thoughts wandered through my mind as my fingers wandered over my skin.
i felt the welts and wondered if i had bruised very much. i was a bit sore, but
not too bad. More just uncomfortable, and a bit bumpy. Andrew had cropped me
very hard last night. Particularly on my ass and the upper part of the back of
my thighs. i hadn't been naughty. He was doing it because sometimes He likes
to. i like it too...
i looked across at my full length mirror. i decided to take a look. i slid out
of bed, winced, and walked over to the mirror. i turned around and looked over
my shoulder and put my hands on my hips. i grimaced a little at what i saw. i
do bruise fairly easily. my ass and the back of my thighs were dotted with
blotches of slightly raised red marks. Here and there were thin short lines of
darker bruising. i thought they might take a day or so to go away. i ran my
cupped hands tentatively over my ass and visions of last night came flooding
back...
i was kneeling on O/our bed with my head down and my ass up. Andrew wanted my
forehead resting on the bed. my knees were spread very widely and my wrists
were cuffed behind my back. i was naked except for my collar. He told me he
wanted me prepared before He fucked me. Just like that.
"I want your ass nice and red before I fuck you pet. Curve your back like
that... yes... Lovely."
i think He also said something about it pleasing Him to do it. When He started
with His crop it was so gentle. He really took His time and found His rhythm.
It just made me squirm. i couldn't help it. i moaned and groaned. i blush
just thinking about some of the words i used.
mmm... Being struck. Not violently of course, but when it's done in a manner
that is designed for pleasure, it excites me. It's sooo... what are the
words... it's almost humiliation but it's not that. It's an incredibly gentle
and erotic humiliation. To be on the end of what is essentially a stick. Being
beaten like an animal. And yet so sensuously... the feelings just build and
build. And it reinforces my submission. When my Man is standing over me...
mmmmm... And when pain is worked up to, it's so very different to just being
belted...
Andrew wanted me to tell Him faster or harder.
"I want you to keep Me informed pet, to tell Me what you are feeling and to ask
Me if you want more or less."
"Yes Sir..." i breathed and shuddered with pleasure. Just being bent over like
that, on my knees with my wrists cuffed behind me, was enough to give me the
pleasure shakes. Trying to tell my Master what was happening to me always made
it more intense.
"Tell Me if its good, or just right pet, by your words and your actions. Push
your ass back if you want more. Tell Me if it's a bit too hard and certainly
tell Me if it's too much." He always says this.
"mmm... Yes Sir..." i got comfortable and tried to relax.
"Good girl." He started smoothing the end of the crop over my skin. He was
just touching me and gliding slowly. The folded tip of the leather was just a
little cooler than my skin. The sense of foreboding combined with the sensory
was delicious.
"How does that feel pet?"
"mmm nice Sir.."
Pop.
"mmm... " i squirmed and clenched inside. i automatically pressed back against
the crop as it smoothed over the light pink welt it had left. i didn't even
think about it. i didn't have to wait long for the next one either...
Pop.
"I am going to colour in your ass pet. First a nice light shade of pink and
then slowly more and more red. Do you understand?"
Pop.
"mmm... Yessss..." i said as i pressed back against the tip of the soothing
crop.
Pop.
"You like this don't you pet?" Andrew asked.
"mmm Your pet does Sir. It makes her forget everything. More please Sir,
please..." i pressed back.
Pop.
"her nipples are so hard they hurt Sir..."
"Good girl."
Pop.
"her pussy is already so wet Sir, she is so hot inside she can feel it."
"Use stronger language tonight dominique."
"her cunt is so wet Sir," Pop! "ohhh... mmmm" i pressed back again.
Andrew reached between my legs and lightly stroked the smooth moist skin of my
pussy... barely touching me.
i rolled my hips against His fingers. i wanted more but He withdrew them.
i pressed back against the tip of the crop when He smoothed it over my ass. i
was trying to stimulate my clit. Andrew noticed of course.
Pop.
"Keep a little more still pet."
Pop.
"ohhh... sorry Sir... yes Sir," i breathed.
Pop. Pop.
"mmmm... that's just right Sir..." i closed my eyes and swooned.
Pop. Pop.
Pop!
"Ooohhh...."
Pop! Pop! i clenched my teeth and felt the sharper pain dissipate.
"my cunt is.."
Pop! Pop! Pop!
"Oohhhh... Your slut's cunt is .." Pop! "Ooohh.. verrry wet Sir..."
"I'll have to check again pet."
I saw Andrew put the crop down next to me on the bed. His warm hands spread my
ass cheeks and i felt Him press His lips to my mottled skin in a kiss. Then He
ran His fingers firmly up and down my opening, parting my lips and spreading out
the juices. He pressed His fingers against me. He touched the source of my
wetness and pushed inside me. I shuddered as His fingers slid into me and back
out again. He firmly forced two fingers back inside, all the way. i gripped
them tightly and gasped.
"Oooohhhh...."
"Slut..." He whispered.
"Y..y.. yes Sir..." i felt like i was hurtling toward my orgasm. He withdrew
His fingers and i pulled back from the edge.
His fingers ran over my asshole, wetting me there too. i pressed back against
them.
"Almost ready pet."
"mmmmm..." i couldn't help it.
"you enjoy being touched here, don't you dominique..." He caressed my now
lubricated anus.
"Yes Sir," i squeaked and shuddered a little more.
He swirled His fingers over my asshole, increasing the pressure.
"you like things in your ass quite a lot don't you My little slut..."
"Mmmmm... Yes Sir," i breathed. His two fingers pressed my hole open and
pushed just inside. They came out just as quickly and i pressed my ass back
instinctively.
"I think you need your plug... don't you dominique?"
"Yes Sir," i was getting so frantically horny, "your slut needs her asshole
plugged while you fuck her Sir!"
Andrew was already moving to His bedside table when He mumbled, "Just as I
thought..."
He moved the couple of paces back and put my plug down on the bed. The whole
time His free hand was caressing my ass in big circles. He picked up the crop
and slid it under me near my face and told me to hold it between my teeth. i
did. Then He picked up the plug again. For a short moment i braced myself
before feeling the plug steadily being pressed deep into my pussy.
"Mmmmm... ooohhhhh Sir..." Half in surprise!
i shuddered some more and pressed back again as that plug slid in and stretched
my pussy inside. Delicious...
"Oohhhhh..." i moaned and arched, lifting my head from the bed and tossing my
hair down my back. my eyes rolled in my head and my thighs tensed.
Andrew grabbed a handful of my hair and He took up the slack in His fist. He
slid the plug almost out. Then in again slowly.
"I see you won't keep your head down dominique.... you will stay that way then."
Each forward movement of my head was stopped with a pull of my hair. i licked
my lips. He slid the plug back and forth again and again. i was starting to
tremble. i was going to cum!!! i couldn't cum without telling Him. i had to
tell Him!
"Ooohhh please Sir.... please!" Andrew stopped the movement of the plug.
"What is it My precious little whore..."
"This girl is... is... very close Sir!" i curled my toes trying to stop it.
"W/we can't have that..." He slid the plug very slowly out of me.
i groaned in frustration.
"Oooohhhh...."
His hands were on my ass spreading my cheeks again. i could definitely feel the
juices running down the inside of one thigh. Somehow i noticed it was slightly
cooler as it dried on my skin. A counterpoint to the hot redness of my as, the
juicy heat of my pussy and the tangled throbbing nerve endings of my clit. He
took the plug and wiped it up and down my dripping cunt, twisting and coating
it. i gritted my teeth. Partly for the entry, partly to calm my rising
passion. i knew what was to come. i had a better idea. i bit my lip.
"Here is something for My dirty ass-fucking slut...."
"Ooohhhhh...." i moaned as He pressed the plug against me. i bore down like He
had taught me and i felt my ass opening, stretching and accepting. An intense
rush of adrenaline and pain ran through me. i felt faint. my asshole stretched
and stretched then gradually closed around the base of the plug. Andrew stroked
my ass with His open palm. In moments the tight pain was replaced by an intense
fullness.
"Good girl."
i wondered if my lip was bleeding. i imagined i could taste blood.
Pop! Pop! Andrew had retrieved His crop.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
"Oooohhh fuck... mmmmm....."
i pressed my ass back again. my skin was becoming hotter back there. Each
strike of the crop was firm. He was on the second 'coat'. He was using the
same pattern as the first coat. i recognised it and began to anticipate each
kiss of the crop. Alternate cheeks. Larger and larger circles from the centre
of each cheek. Closer and closer to my pussy and asshole as the circle wound
around.
Then a change.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Down the back of one thigh.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Down the back of the other.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Back up the first thigh.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Back up the other.
i don't know where i went. i felt my body shaking. The pops didn't sound the
same anymore. They sounded more like thuds. my moans sounded low and drawn out
like they were in slow motion. i could hear my breathing and my heart, thudding
in my chest faster and faster. Or was it the crop... i couldn't tell. so
close to my pussy... so close to my full ass. There was a dull roar in my ears.
my skin prickled all over my body.
i turned my head against His hair-pulling and i watched Him. His tanned broad
chest twisted with His movements. Trickles of sweat ran down His sparkling
skin. He was watching His work. He turned to look at me. i must have been a
sight. His green eyes pierced mine and He saw i was ready.
He threw the crop to the floor and tore open His leather pants, not bothering to
remove them. His hands gripped me under my hips and moved me into the position
He wanted. He wedged the head of His hard cock between the lips of my pussy.
His words bent my world.
"Cum when you want, I don't give a fuck!"
And He impaled me. Not smoothly and insistently. Nooo, not at all. He shoved
His hard long cock straight up my cunt. i was full. Suddenly and beautifully
full.
"Aaaaahhhhhh....oohhhoohhhhhhhhhhhh... " i moaned, and came. And came again.
"Ooohhhh fffuccckkkkk Sirrrr... oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh.....gggoddddddddd........ "
And so it went. my body flung into the fiery cauldron of my submission. The
last i remember was my Master slapping my ass, pulling my hair, twisting my
plug, and fucking me endlessly. i woke up in the middle of the night...
Andrew must have fucked me more than once. O/our combined spendings left me
lying in a big wet spot. And god... my ass and thighs, the back of them, were
on fire! i turned over to face my Master. i spooned my body to His and slipped
my arm around his torso. i calmed and thought briefly about what had happened.
What He had done to me.
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It wasn't the first time... and it wouldn't be the last. But *every* time was
like the first time. Every time i brushed my fingertips over my welts, His
welts, was like the first time. Every time i turned around and looked at myself
over my shoulder in the mirror, was like the first time.
Is there the remotest possibility i might ever tire of my own use? i am most
certainly a satisfied woman... when i think about what happens to me in my
life, warm shivers go through my body. my life exceeds the most outrageous
fantasies i had prior to my submission. How could i not be satisfied? i never
imagined i would be here, in a relationship like this...
Then my brow furrowed as i remembered Andrew's words last night... "Cum when
you want, I don't give a fuck!"
What did He mean by that? Had i displeased Him in some way?
i repeated His words in my head... "I don't give a fuck!"
Why didn't He give a fuck? Was Andrew getting bored with me? my stomach
fluttered and i started to feel nauseous... Maybe i was failing Him...
"I don't give a fuck!"
i fell back into a fretful sleep...
