Our first date was supposed to be just two friends getting together and having dinner. I had thought about her constantly since I met her, she was beautiful, and full of spirit; her laugh was genuine and contagious. Her eyes so clear blue and expressive, but I was concerned about her age and the fact I had just come out of a very bad marriage. But that sweet body and the easy way she so innocently endears herself to you is just too irresistible.

Our dinner was delivered to the table, I watched as she took a few bites, she even did that with sensuality. I couldn't resist it any longer I had to ask her. "Have you ever thought about giving yourself to someone for total sexual pleasure?" She smiled and almost laughed as she asked if I was asking her to bed. I knew she didn't know what I meant, and I was apprehensive to explain, but again, I just simply could not resist not asking her or explaining to her what I was trying to say.

"I don't think you understand what I mean. What I mean is, completely submit to everything someone wants. Basically, to be their slave."

I watched as she paused and adverted her eyes from me to the waiter, it was an awkward moment for both of us. She squirmed a little in her seat and I had fleeting thoughts wondering if she was turned off or if the thought I just planted in her pretty little head made her feel erotically aware of the possibilities I was proposing.

I dropped the subject for the evening, and we continued to have a pleasant time just being together. But I think she knew I would try to bring it up again sometime. We did make love that night; I could see that fire in her eyes from the thoughts playing her in mind that I gave her. I had this overwhelming need to take her hard but I also knew I had to go slow, it would be something new for her, but there isn't anything written that says I couldn't do a few things to give her a little taste of darker desires.

I took my time, showing her a lot of loving attention. I kissed down her body and parted her legs. Her sweet scent engulfed me as I began to lick and play gently with her with my fingers. Within a few minutes her soft moaning gave way to that urgent plea for me to fuck her. I slowly kissed my way back up her body, lying on top of her; she opened her legs and brought them up around my hips, preparing herself for me to enter her. I took her wrists in one hand and pulled them over her head with my weight pinning her to the bed, I looked deeply into those big clear blue eyes as I entered her slow but deep. Holding myself there just long enough to watch her eyes change and take on that smoldering look of sheer desire. Her warm body wrapped around me, I began to feel moister as her juice surrounded me. The beautifully exercised strength of her muscles began to squeeze me as her desire grew, this girl was so filled with surprises, I couldn't hold off any longer, I took her with reckless abandon.

I knew her fairly well, and how new thoughts or ideas play in her head as she thinks things over, she has such a curious little nature and I knew she would spend the next several days thinking over the possibilities I had suggested to her. I had planted a seed of thought, one, which would grow in the coming days. I knew she would struggle with the dilemma of it, I knew her like I knew no other no matter how hard it was for me to admit. I knew that the seeds of the sensuality I had planted within the mind of such a sexual creature would eventually cause some physical urges that she would be unable to let go of, I knew she would have to experience at least one time what had been proposed. I wasn't wrong, and I didn't have to wait very long for that phone to ring. It took all of three days for her to pick up the phone and call.

The night she called me I was sitting there thinking of her, wondering if I should try to call first, but the phone rang before I had the chance. "Hello." I said as I picked it up, "Hi," she said, "can you come over." "Why?" I asked. I wasn't sure of what she would say, or if she could feel comfortable or even capable to put into words, but I knew what she wanted. All the same, I needed for her to ask. There was a long pause as she wrestled with what to say, I heard her take a deep breath and exhale slowly "Because, Sir, I need you."

It didn't take me long to drive over to her small apartment, I locked up my car and got the duffle bag from my trunk that I keep certain things in and walked up to her door. I rang the door bell, I could clearly see her through the window as she sat on her sofa, she didn't move at first, she was struggling with thoughts of what I would do and what all of this meant. After a few more moments she rose and walked slowly to the door. She opened the door and smiled softly, she was nervous and maybe a little scared, but not the type of fear that you could call terror, more like the fear of the unknown but curious. She looked so sweet and so very innocent that I almost decided that I couldn't go through with it, either way I knew it would require some discussion so that I could know if she fully understood of what all of this meant.

I sat the duffle bag down and took her hand and we went to the couch and sat down. Holding both of her hands in mine and having her pick up her head to look at me I asked, "Do you know what this involves? Do you realize that you must give in to anything I wish? Do you know that you must not disobey me? That your body will be mine, and I will use it as I see fit? Do you understand all of this?" She shook her head yes, but I cannot accept that, and told her so. "You must talk to me, love, I have to know what is going on in that pretty little head of yours. I have to know you understand." She looked up and in a clear voice she told me she understood. I asked if she had any questions. "What happens," she whispered and swallowed hard as she asked, "if I want to stop or need to stop? If I don't like it?" I smiled as I began to explain to her about safe words. I explained that tonight, "no", no longer meant no, that stop was not a word to be used as an option, that she must remember to use the word we had chosen as her safe word.

A few moments of silence overtook the room. I asked her again if she fully understood what it meant to be tied, possibly paddled and used for my pleasure, that there may be some sensual pain involved but that I would never harm her. She looked down at her hands held within mine and whispered yes, she picked up her head as if suddenly she remembered me asking her to look directly at me when she spoke, she re-answered me looking me straight in the eye and in a clear voice she said, "Yes, I understand Sir."

"I don't know if I believe you," I said in a stern voice. "Go into your room and take off your clothes. I will be in, in a little while." This was a new side of me that she hadn't seen before. I have never forced myself or my darker desires on her before; she shivered and looked at me a little timidly before rising and going to her room.

I allowed her plenty of time to either do as I had instructed or change her mind, I figured if I got to her room and found her still dressed that we would call it a night and just remain the way we have been. I walked back over to the front door, I made sure it was locked and turn down the lights and picked up the duffle bag and headed for her room.

I stood in the doorway to her room and looked in, she had a soft amber colored light on and was waiting on the edge of the bed, nude just as I had instructed her to be, she had the most exquisite backbone. She looked beautiful in the soft yellowing light. I entered the room and stroked her cheek softly and sat down the duffle bag I was carrying. I smiled at her and told her she looked lovely, then turned and undressed and sat down in a near by chair. I was already getting hard but I wanted her to come to me and take me in her mouth so she could feel me growing harder and more erect in her mouth.

I looked at her and snapped my fingers, which made her jump a little at the sudden sound, "Well, what are you waiting for? Get over here and suck my cock!"

She rose from the edge of the bed and took that first tender step towards something new. I held up my hand causing her to stop. "Crawl to me!" I ordered. She dropped to the floor and crawled over to the chair I sat in waiting for her. I opened my legs so she could kneel between my feet. Her eyes looking up into mine almost if to ask silently, "Is this going to be okay?" I nodded my head to her silent question.

She brought up her delicate hand and wrapped it around the base of the shaft, and opened her mouth to give me a blowjob like she has done several times before in the past. I placed my hands on each side of her head and stopped her just long enough for me to stand up. I grew harder and fully erect inside her mouth. My hands tightened in her hair, I tilted my head back and groaned as she worked her tongue and I felt her moving from the tip to about half way down the shaft. I brought my head back into place and looked down at her with my cock in her mouth and I tightened my grip even more and then pulled her head closer to my body, forcing my cock deeper into warm willing mouth.

After only a minute or so, I moved my hands to the back of her head, forcing her head down on me all the way. When my cock hit the back of her throat, she began to gag, but this did not deter me. Tears formed in her eyes as her throat was stretched. She began swallowing repeatedly, and it felt so incredible I couldn't help the low animalistic groan that penetrated the silence of the room. I was forcing her head up and down on my dick, in and out of her throat. She gagged several times, and tears were running down over her cheeks, but she never stopped, I knew if I didn't stop her I would cum and I wanted this to last a little longer, so I had to stop her.

I pushed her back and commanded her to stop and stand up. My cock almost a made a popping sound as her mouth unclamped from around the base and she stood without pause. I brought her hands up and placed them behind her head, I told her to spread her legs, to prepare herself for inspection. She was so adorable with the quizzical look in her eyes, but she followed each instruction so beautifully. I walked around her, touching, tweaking, trying to create that mixture of a little pain mixed with pleasure. I didn't want to cause much pain because I knew she wasn't used to it yet, so I concentrated more on forced pleasure, taking the control from her and allowing her to experience sheer intense pleasure while unable to prevent it when it felt intense, intense enough that during normal encounters she would call a halt to everything.

Finally I stood in front of her, I looked into her eyes and a thought occurred to me, "Love, in the last three days, since I brought up my question, what have you done to learn about anything about this?"

She lowered her eyes and sighed, I had to smile, I knew her all too well, l knew that being intrigued about something she would have looked up information to help her understand.

"Love, when we were in the other room, I told you to look at me when I talk to you, now if you don't want punishment to be a part of this first experience then I suggest you bring those eyes up and look directly at me and answer my question."

She brought her eyes back up to meet mine and she took a deep breath and answered in a hushed whisper, "I looked up a few things on the net."

I smiled and asked her what she read or saw, and after a few minutes I had learned that she had taken a few looks at a few websites that I would both have recommended and warned her against. I also learned that she took a look at a few pictures from a nice bondage site that shows some really erotic and intricate rope work. I was impressed with all she had learned, but for the purpose of introducing a little humiliation for the night I was going to have her describe what she saw, what she liked in the pictures while standing with her feet apart and her hands clasped behind her head.

"Okay, for this part, Love, I do want you to close your eyes and keep them closed, I want you to stand like you are and describe in detail what you saw that you liked in the pictures. If you should try to open your eyes, I will blindfold you, so make sure you keep them shut."

I listened as she stumbled shyly at first, trying to describe some of the details, her cheeks glowed with a pink blush of her slight embarrassment. I asked her pointed questions that led her to remember the things she had found intriguing. I walked around her, brushing close to her now and then; so that my presence would be known, but keeping her unsure of what it was I would do. Finally I stood still and just watched her face as she spoke, I noticed her breathing had changed, it had grown deeper as the words spilled forth and her arousal led the way to her imagination.

I knelt down in front of her as she continued to describe the breast bondage she had looked at, how the nipples were so hard on the girl. How she wondered what it would be like to have someone tease her own nipples if her own breasts were tied the same way. But the enthusiasm in which she spoke with just wasn't there over the breast bondage as it was when she began to describe a crotch rope and having her hands tied, to be totally tied to where she couldn't move. My fingers played lightly up and down the inside of her leg as she talked. I very quietly asked her to tell me more about the crotch rope. I wasn't even sure anymore if she was even aware of my fingers tickling her thighs. Her scent was growing stronger, but it was that sweet moan she exhaled with as my fingers brushed against her moist lips that told me the pictures and all of what she had read and seen had had a profound affect on her.

Her legs trembled just slightly as I moved my fingers back and forth through the folds of her warm moist pussy, she said something about looking at the pictures shown in segments and how when the crotch rope was pulled tight that she couldn't get it out of her head. I slid a finger very easily inside of her as she gasped and the walls of her pussy squeezed around me. Her breathing quickened, her knees nearly buckled and gave out as she stood wrapped around my one finger and cumming hard enough that I knew I would soon have to steady her.

I removed my finger and stood up; I held onto her as she opened her eyes and looked at me, her eyes so filled with questions but she had no words to express what she was feeling. I moved her to the edge of the bed and sat her down. I held her close until she could find her voice. What had just taken place was more innocent in the grand scheme of where I could have taken things, but I knew I didn't have to just yet. We had all night to continue to explore other things, but for now even this small almost innocent act had already seen a great impact on her. So for now she needed to be held so she could have a little time to understand what giving herself to someone to control really meant for her.

End of part one:

Steve

We sat for several minutes with me rubbing her back very gently, she was so quiet taking in all the feelings and emotions she was experiencing. She finally leaned back against me and I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her shoulder very softly. I heard her make a soft sigh and when she spoke, she spoke so quietly I almost didn't hear her, "I didn't know even something as light as what we just did could feel so intense."

"It was intense love because of the mindset you were in."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Handing over the control to someone else can be intense, scary, and very liberating. You are doing very good tonight and I am extremely proud of you, and the way you have handled it all. I couldn't have hoped or wished for a better beginning with anything like we have had tonight. I figured you might find it erotic and fun, but I had no idea that we would even scratch the surface to the depth of emotion and trust you are already experiencing."

I knew she had so many more questions, and she wanted to continue, but I knew we had to stop and take a break, I had a thought, "Why don't we take a break, love, and get on the internet and let me show you a few things?" She turned so I could see her better and wrapped her arms tightly around me. I took that as a yes, so I pulled on my boxers and t-shirt and she a thin short robe and we booted up her computer and began to surf.

We looked at several websites that evening, I showed her articles written on submission and some on Dominance so she could get a better understanding of what I meant when I had used the word "mindset". I let her read an erotic story that made her blush with excitement not embarrassment. Then I showed her a picture site that shared more bondage pictures and the softer scenes I thought she could definitely handle. I wanted to find pictures that focused on the facial expressions where pleasure was shown more clearly. She asked to see what a flogger was, and the affects it would have on a person. My heart soared that night along side of hers as I watched this beautiful creature unfold her wings and the growth of trust that was quickly developing between us. I began to fondle her through the robe very gently as she went through and looked from one picture to the next.

I knew she aroused and eager to learn and feel more things, she had clicked on the 5 ^th set of series and was beginning to go through them when I heard sort of a half sigh half moan escape her lips, I looked up to see what she had found that had produced such a reaction. There on the screen was a series of 20 pictures. The submissive was tied, lying on her back. Her hands were tied with rope wrapped around her wrists fastening each one to each of the girls' thighs. Her knees were bent and wide apart so the girl looked exposed and vulnerable. She wore a crotch rope pulled tight, and had clothespins pinned to her pussy lips and taped to her inner legs, spreading her open so the rope that lay between her folds was more visible. It was a harder set of pictures that I hadn't wanted her to see just yet, but the fear I had that it would scare her away just wasn't there, no, in fact there was no fear at all at what she was viewing, she was tremendously aroused, but the look in her eyes as she turned to look at me was filled with many different emotions, I kissed her nose and told her I would be right back.

I went into the bedroom and picked up the duffle bag I had brought in earlier. I sat it on the bed and opened it up. I took out several pieces of rope, two for her hands and thighs, and one to make a crotch rope. I had also gotten out 4 clothes pins, I know the girl in the picture had more than that, but this was Dove's first time so I chose a smaller amount to start her on. I picked out the roll of bondage tape I keep in there and then went to the nightstand where I know this little vixen keeps her vibrator. I had all my little treasures and returned to her at the computer.

One look at what I carried and her mouth dropped open. "How intrigued by those pictures are you, love?" I asked. She swallowed a little hard and closed her mouth, her eyes still a little wide with surprise but filled with so many things I had to smile. She didn't say a word, she just silently stood up and dropped the thin robe she had put on back in the bedroom. I told her to resume her earlier position like she had done before. Without hesitation she obeyed.

First I tied the crotch rope, I didn't pull it as tight as the one seen in the pictures, I didn't have to, her arousal was so evident there would be no need for it to be so tight, plus I didn't want it to be tight because it would be pulled tighter as she sits down, I also didn't want her first experience to be so heavy with pain that she might not enjoy it. I heard a nice soft moan as I pulled the rope through her folds and brought the ends up the crack of her butt and tied it in place. I stood back to see if I had it too loose or too tight, but was satisfied with how it looked. I caressed and teased her a little before I told her that I wanted her to sit on the very edge of the chair.

The groan as the rope pulled tighter when she sat down was so exquisite that words even now fail me in order to describe her reaction. I had her to spread her legs as wide as she could stand, and still be comfortable. I began to tie her hands to her thighs just above her knees. Now it was time for the pins, I looked at the screen, while I had gone into the bedroom to collect the rope, pins and vibrator she had managed to go through half of the picture series she had been viewing. Good I thought, I didn't want to have the pins on too long for her first time, so going through the remaining pictures would allow for enough time to have them on. I knelt down in front of her, she was wet and her scent was so sweet I felt my cock stir and began to grow hard. She jumped a little when I first touched her pussy lips to place the pins on each side. I knew that after they were in place that she would cum quickly. She shivered as the first pin pinched on the right side.

When all four pins were in place I looked up at her face, I couldn't believe what I saw as I looked into her eyes, the impossible was beginning. I have known no other submissive to hit subspace the first time they played, the nervousness and apprehension always gets in the way, but not this girl, not my little dove, she was going soar for me, and I know of no other or greater honor than to see a submissive fly for me. I asked her even though I knew the answer before I did if she was ok and wanted to go on. I tore the first piece of tape and placed it over the pins fastening them to her leg. The trembling started as she felt that first pull of the pins spreading her open. The second piece of tape was now in place and her pussy was turning a bright pink and was getting wetter by the second.

I was grateful for the style of chair this time, a straight back wooden chair with no arms. I carefully got in behind her and pulled her back against me as much as I could. I took the vibrator into my left hand and clicked the mouse on the next picture on the computer with my right.

The picture opened and I heard her softly moan and felt the trembling in her continue. I brought back my right hand in between each picture so I could knead and fondle and tweak her breasts as we looked at each picture. When I got to the 5 ^th remaining picture, I turned the vibrator on low and began to run it up and down the rope that was pulled through the folds of her pussy. Back and forth, moving it over her slow, letting that hum and vibration run through the rope. She shook and trembled and her sweet little moans grew in intensity. Almost to the last picture now, I turned the vibrator to medium and brought it to her throbbing clit. I held it there as we looked on to the next to last picture, her shaking got more intense and I knew it was time for her to cum. I clicked on the last picture and pushed the vibrator harder against her. She squealed and shook almost violently against me, I whispered in her ear, "Cum for me, my love, cum good and hard!"

Her body shook with the intense orgasm and her moans gave way to almost screams, one of the first times I had ever heard her make a sound above a hushed whisper or soft moan, as she came probably harder than she ever has in her life. My cock now so hard was pressing against her back and her movement was going to cause me to cum if I didn't pull back. I took the vibrator away and turned it off. I had to move fast to get the tape and pins off of her, I wanted no damage to those delicate puffy lips, I wanted her to feel me inside of her, and I wanted her to feel that slight sting from the friction of me against those tingling lips. I got out from behind her and gently pulled them off. She came again as the blood rushed back to the pinched areas. I picked her up and sat her on the edge of the desk. The ropes still holding her snuggly and wide open, with one thumb I stroked her hard click as I placed a condom over my hard cock. I leaned her back with her ass on the very edge of the desk and thrust into her hard and fast.

The feel of her was incredible, she was so wet and so hot, her urgent need matched that of mine. I fucked her hard and fast, she was lost in her own little world and seeing that look in her eyes, knowing she was flying for me filled me with both pride and the urgent need to completely possess her. I don't ever remember my cock being so hard as I came hard inside of her, filling the condom. I laid over her, both of us out of breath. I reached back and undid each of the ropes holding her hands to her thighs, and then still buried deeply within her I scooped her up into my arms and held her tightly against me, kissing her and soothing her as I told her how proud she made me, what a good girl she was.

Several minutes later I carried her off to the bedroom and laid her gently against her pillow, I climbed in next to her and held close as I covered us both up. She fell into a nice peaceful rest. What a precious little dove she is I thought, I can't wait for morning to come.

To be continued:

Steve

After our first night together, Dove was always reading things, books, articles on the internet, erotic stories, finally she asked me about the appeal of anal sex that some people have in the stories she had been reading. "Why do most of the stories talk about anal training and taking the submissive's ass like it's some sort of prize or something?" I tried to explain the pleasurable aspects anal sex has, but I could clearly see she was almost terrified. But as with many times when a Dominant begins hearing questions such as these we know that even though there may be some fear connected to it, there is also a curiosity. It was nearing that time for her to experience something new that would test her boundaries and limits.

I knew the subject scared her, but still...I like it and I wanted to be able to explore this with her, but I also wanted her first time to be something erotic for her, to turn her fear into a want that matched mine.

After we talked for a great while, me trying to explain how pleasurable it could be and how I would never harm her, all she had to do was trust in that and all would be okay. I knew she was envisioning a great deal of pain and that was her stumbling block. I realized after taking a look at the history on the computer that her ideas about anal sex were coming from reading stories about prisoners and the act being used as a form of torture, no wonder all she focused on was pain. That was her entire mental picture of it; I had to somehow find a way to show her it was very different. I dropped the subject for the night and we went to bed.

The next morning she was getting ready for our typical Saturday out of doors. She was leisurely wandering around the apartment with a glass of juice and a cigarette, watching the news and waking up slowly. I stood in the doorway to the living room and watched as she turned off the TV and turned on the stereo to do her typical morning exercises. I love watching her move, I came to realize that with her, she has no wasted movement that she tackles everything, even the simplest things as the seductive and sensuous being she is.

She finally realized that I was watching her, "I'm sorry, did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet and let you sleep in."

"No, you didn't wake me, I just felt like being awake this morning."

I sat down on the sofa and patted the cushion next to me, motioning for her to come to me. When she neared me I pulled her close, she was in my arms, nuzzling my neck. Her body felt warm and relaxed and I enjoyed the closeness of her. Leaning her back against the couch, I lifted her shirt and bra and I began kissing and sucking at her breasts.

Always a big fan of morning sex, it didn't take either of us long to be completely ready for each other. It took no time to have her completely undressed; my mouth was teasing her ample breasts, my hands all over her body, teasing and playing. She kept reaching over to pull down my shorts, but I kept moving her hands away. She shifted her ass on the couch so that her legs were around my waist.

"Please Steve, fuck me now."

Instead of answering her, I put my thumb right on top of her clit and started rocking it back against her pelvic bone just the way I knew she loved. I watched her expression for a moment, and then finally spoke.

"Oh, not to worry. I AM going to fuck you. But not right now."

She didn't like that answer a bit. She frowned and was about to talk back, I stopped her with a finger on her lips. Still rocking her clit with my other hand, I was silent for a moment longer. She was getting ready to cum; she was so close I could feel her shake and I knew her orgasm was right there on the edge. I felt her shiver and I could also feel her muscles under my touch tightening, yes, right on that very edge—she started to rock her hips, and then I stopped.

"Now go get dressed and let's get out of here for a while. I don't want you to cum just yet today. Just consider this a preview of things to ---er---cum." I said with such a sinister smile. I smacked her ass as she got up and stomped off like a spoiled child who had just been denied her favorite doll.

She got up off the couch, grabbed the clothing I had just removed from her and headed into the bedroom, thoroughly pissed off. As she was putting her bra back on, and redressing, I came into the bedroom on my way to the bathroom. As I passed the door, I turned and said "and by the way, don't even THINK about cumming until we get back home today." The look on her face was priceless. I had to chuckle as I entered the bathroom, washed up and got dressed. Within 10 minutes we were ready to leave and get of the house for a while.

She remained silent as I drove for almost an hour; she was still silent and still pissed at me for not allowing her to cum when we pulled into the parking lot of the park where we like to go hiking. I drove to the very back of the park where the longest trail was; I knew it would take us at least an hour and a half to complete the trail. But I wanted her smoldering when we would return home.

I made her walk the entire trail with me behind her, every stop and pause she made to either adjust a sock or her shoe, or even just to stretch I was right there pressing myself and my hard cock against her ass. When we came to nearly completing the trail I took her in my arms for just a moment, I kissed her deep and long, I kissed her neck, licking from the curve of her neck to just under her ear. And then I told her, "Don't worry baby. It is going to be so good tonight. I promise. And when we get home, as soon as we walk in the door, I'm going to undress you and fuck that tight little ass of yours."

She stood frozen, her mouth slightly open as if surprised and shocked at my words, I let go of her and just stared into her big blue eyes, I knew in her new submissive state she wasn't sure what to say or do, I raised an eyebrow as if waiting to hear the objection I knew was floating around inside her head, but I knew she would remain silent, only this time her silence was not from anger, but apprehension of the unknown.

We got back to the car and got in, I started towards home, her silence was more deafening now than it was on the drive here. I knew the thoughts and flashes of mental pictures were running rampant inside her head. She squirmed in her seat, I knew all to well her signs of arousal, and so I couldn't resist ordering her to sit still. Yes, I wanted her to smolder.

I made a short stop at a few stores but made her sit in the car and wait for me, when I would return from the stores, I placed the packages in the trunk, no need for her to see my purchases until it was time to show her.

When we finally got home, I could faintly smell her arousal filling the car, I knew without checking she was wet, I knew one touch and she would buckle and cum. I told her before we got of the car to get her ass in the house and start a shower for us, but I told her not to undress herself, that I would undress her and inspect to see just how wet she was, how wet she had gotten from her thoughts forming in her silence. Her cheeks instantly burned red, she knew I would be able to see, smell and feel just how aroused she really was and didn't want to admit. She knew her own body language would tell me all I needed to know. She got out of the car and walked to the door of her small apartment, I opened the trunk to get out the bags I had placed in there hidden from her curious little mind.

She took her time turning the key in the door, I came up behind her and she turned just as the door was slightly ajar, she swallowed hard and said nervously, "Uhm, Steve, I think we need to go to the store again, I think I'm all out of soap for our shower. And I know I need to get a few groceries for dinner later" I smiled at her attempt to prolong this, and reached over her head with my free hand and pushed the door open the rest of the way. "Nothing to worry about my love, I bought soap today, and shampoo, cream rinse and as for dinner, I feel like pizza tonight. So, let's get inside and I'll give you the bag with all we will need to shower."

I knew she would do this, that is why I stopped and got the things I figured she would try to say we needed so we would not have to go in and she would have a while longer to prolong what I said was going to happen. I handed her the bag from K-mart with the soap, shampoo and cream rinse. I told her to go do what I told her to do. I went into the kitchen and got out the small toy I had bought at the adult bookstore and thoroughly washed it in the sink. Once I was done and I heard her getting ready for our shower I picked up the toy and placed it back in the bag with the lube I had bought and carried it into the bathroom with me.

She stood, still fully dressed and waiting for me like I had instructed. Her cheeks were bright red and her eyes showed all her apprehension and nervousness. I had to reassure her so I took my time undressing her, kissing her softly, playing with her delicately, and building on her arousal. By the time I got to her cut off shorts she had a nice dreamy look in those eyes that showed apprehension and a little fear just moments before. I slid her shorts down her legs and kissed her belly button as they fell around her ankles. Her panties were wet just as I had expected them to be. I kissed my way back up her belly and flicked my tongue across both nipples as I kneaded and squeezed each breast. My hands slowly slid down her back as we exchanged a deep passionate kiss. My thumbs went under the waistband of her panties and I pulled them off as I kissed back down her stomach again.

She is so completely incredible, such a beauty; her body is flawless and the sensuality that exudes from her, simply… timeless. My fingers tickle up her leg, she moans softly as my fingers part her lips and I flick my tongue across her clit a few times. She shivers from arousal, I look up at her face, her eyes are half closed lost in the sensations I am allowing her. I kiss my way back up again and pull her close. I whisper in her ear as I have done many times now since our first night, "Trust is the key my love, trust." I turned her gently away from me and ran my hand upward along her back, guiding her to bend. Another soft moan as she feels me kiss along the center of her back.

Kneeling again, I gently caress the cheeks of her perfect little ass and part them. My fingers play lower at her pussy and clit as my tongue gently teases her ass. So far okay, no stiffening up, she's flowing with the erotic soft touches. I pick up the lube and dribble it down the crack of her parted cheeks. I hear her moan louder as my finger begins to slide into her ass. She suddenly stiffened, but I had anticipated this, I talked softly, soothingly, "Relax my love, I will not hurt you." A few seconds went by and I felt her relax a little so I pushed my finger in a little more. We went through the process of her tightening and relaxing a few more times before I was able to move my finger in and out and move it around gently and slowly. Her breathing had changed slightly, I applied more lube the same time I lubed up the very small plug. I was able to move my finger all the way out and all the way back in several times before I exchanged it for the small plug. I had made sure the one I bought was roughly the same size as my middle finger, it took her a second to realize it was no longer my finger sliding slowly into her ass.

She looked back over her shoulder and asked what it was, I stood up as I held it inside her about half way, I kissed her and reminded her to relax, "Relax for me baby, relax, trust, that's the key, trust." I felt her muscles relax again and I gently pushed the toy all the way in. I smiled at her and asked, "How does your new toy feel?" She shivered and I laughed, "Ready for that shower now?" I striped and stepped into the shower and held out my hand to her, she didn't want to move. I chuckled and told her it was fine, she could walk with the toy up her ass. "Now get in here so we can play."

Her first step was taken with all the unsureness of a child taking their first step. I let the water fall around us both as I drew her close for another long kiss. Then I placed my hands on either side of the shower stall and told her to wash me. I knew this would cause her to have to move with the toy in her ass, but I also knew with the movement she would be able to feel the arousal it could provide. She started to soap up a cloth and I could tell she was going to try to rush through this, but I made her slow down. I wanted her to feel the toy. To get used to it, to relax around it, the longer it stayed in the more relaxed her muscles will be for later.

After she bathed me it was my turn to bathe her. I was not about to rush this, I washed her hair and played with the suds as they ran down over her body. I played with her nipples, rolling them back and forth between my fingers, the soft soapy bubbles allowing my fingers to slide along the folds of her pussy. I turned her again just as I had before the shower and bent her over. I reached outside to the lube, made sure the water was falling in such a way that it wouldn't rinse away any more of the lube. I began to play with her clit, rolling it; pinching it, her moans grew louder. She was close again, and this time I was going to let her cum.

Her legs trembled a little and I could feel her tighten, as her orgasm grew closer, I went from hard rubbing and rolling her clit to just barely touching it as I flicked over just the tip of her clit. The moans grew louder, and just as she pleaded, "Please, please Steve, I need to cum." I pulled the plug half way from her ass, "What? What did you say baby? You need to cum? Are you sure?" I slid the plug back in very slow, she shook hard, "PLEASE!" "Please what my little dove?" "Please Sir, please I need to cum!" I pulled it half way out again, "Then I think you better cum, don't you?" And I pushed the plug deeply into her ass just as she shook and shivered and nearly screamed from her orgasm.

I helped her down onto her knees in the shower and moved the plug in and out of her ass. I allowed her to continue to cum for me several times. Then I stopped. I didn't want her to fly just yet. I pulled the toy from her body and held her close, telling her how good she did. After a few minutes I asked her if she could stand. I stood up and helped her to stand. I turned off the water and got out and dried us both off. She was quiet again, all the new things the new sensations mulling over in her mind. Once we were dried I asked her if she was okay. She answered very quietly that she was. I tried to lighten up the heavy silence and told her I was starving, "How about that pizza now?" I dressed her in a thick warm terrycloth robe and put on mine as well and sat her on the sofa while I ordered the pizza.

While she sat on the sofa I went back into the bathroom and washed the new plug and placed it in the bag. I got out the next one I bought which was just slightly larger than the first and thoroughly washed it and placed it and the lube back in the bag as well. I carried it into the living room and sat it down next to the end of the couch. She was still sitting there lost in thought. She hadn't even noticed the bag when I came back in.

"The pizza guy said 45 minutes before it gets here." She just nodded her head. "Do you want to talk?" I asked. "What kind of thoughts is going on in that gorgeous little mind of yours?"

She swallowed a few times before she could say anything., "I have some questions." She spoke so quietly, I wasn't sure if she was upset, or what. And if she was upset, what was she upset with? The fact she enjoyed it? I know that sometimes that happens, guilt like feeling comes over a person when they enjoy something they have been long taught was wrong or bad or dirty. I pulled her closer to me and told her to take her time. I wasn't going anywhere and she should never be afraid of telling me anything.

"I don't understand how I could do that." She cried softly against my chest.

"Do what my love, respond to the arousal you felt? To enjoy something you thought was nasty or bad or wrong?"

She nodded her head as her tears spilled and fell over my chest.

"Okay, let me ask you something. Before we got together, you were in a relationship with another female. Was that bad, nasty or wrong?"

She whispered "no" as she shook her head back and forth. "Did it feel good to be with her?"

"yes." She whispered, "yes it did."

"were you taught growing up that same sex relationships were good and pure and normal?"

"No, not really."

"Then you did continue with the relationship even though you were taught it wasn't necessarily right, correct?" she nodded her head yes, and I asked one more question, "Why?"

"Because I liked what we did together, how she made me feel. It didn't and doesn't matter what everyone else thinks is right for them, it's what's right for me that matters."

Her eyes widened, as she suddenly understood and I nodded my head and said, "You take what you need for yourself, what is right for you, and leave the rest behind. You live your life on the terms you can live with not what conformity dictates."

Her arms flew around my neck and she giggled, "I understand now! I really understand!"

All of a sudden all was right in her world and mind, she knew as long as she enjoyed what we did together and it didn't harm her or anyone else that is was okay to let go of societal norms and be herself.

"So, tell me my little dove, are you ready to take this to the next level tonight? Are you ready to be a slut for me and have me fuck your ass?" She shivered as I called her a little slut, another new aspect for her, that made her eyes shine and she sat back and proudly said, "Yes, Sir!" I smiled at her and looked over at the clock, we had only a few more minutes left before the pizza would be here, her gaze followed mine and she started to say something about getting money out to pay for the pizza, but she wasn't able to get up and get it, before I grabbed her and bent her over the arm of the sofa.

"Steve!" she yelled out, "We don't have time for anything right now, he'll be at the door any minute!"

"Then I suggest you remember to relax and hold still or he will have to wait at the door, and may I remind you that that window next to the door gives anyone standing there a nice clear unobstructed view right in here." I raised the back of her robe and grabbed the bag from the floor beside the couch. I applied lube very generously to her ass. My finger slid easy this time with only a minimal amount of tightening. I moved it in and out a few times before adding the second finger, stretching her wider than she had ever been stretched before; she held her breath, I had to remind her to breathe and relax again. A few deep breaths and she began to relax her muscles and her body accepted the second finger. I moved them and wiggled them till she moaned for me. I got out the next plug and applied lube to it, I removed my fingers and started to insert the tip. She stiffened again as she felt the pull from being stretched just a little more than my fingers did. She repeated the breathing technique again, I kept telling her, "Good, good girl, that's it, just relax for me, you're doing great." The plug slid in a little more and she moaned as her head dropped down and she breathed in deep and exhaled slowly. The plug was almost completely in when we heard the car door shut outside and footsteps on the stairs leading to her front door. With one good solid push it was completely in her ass, I pulled the robe over her and told her not to move that I would be right back.

I went to the door and paid for the pizza. I brought it back to the coffee table and sat it down. I then knelt down in front of her as she still hung slightly over the arm of the couch and looked directly into her eyes as I explained how I wanted her to turn around and sit down. I told her I knew she had be starving after the long drive and hike today but to eat she would have to sit down open her robe so I may enjoy her beauty and do so with the plug in her ass. Her eyes were wide as she asked, "Are you kidding me?"

I laughed aloud and grabbed a slice of pizza and took a big bite, "mmmmmmm, nice and hot, no I am not kidding, if you want to eat turn around and sit that ass down. NOW!"

I got up and took my place back on the couch; she stayed bent over the arm for several minutes, thinking over what she could do or how she could avoid sitting and feeling that plug go deeper into her ass. I raised the back of her robe again and said, "Okay, if you aren't going to turn around and eat and open your robe so I may enjoy looking at you, then I will just enjoy looking at your slutty ass filled with that toy. Maybe I will fuck it in and out of you a few times while I enjoy my dinner." Then I gave each cheek a nice little smack. "Hmmmm, I wonder just how red I could make your ass before I'm done eating?"

She peered over her shoulder at me and sighed, I knew she was hungry, and she was also wanting more than anything to back talk me. But she knew better. Another sigh and she began to turn. She brought her legs up to sit sort of Indian style but with her butt up off the cushion, I just shook my head no, "No," I said, "That simply won't cut it either, all the way down my love all the way down."

Finally with a heavy sigh and a bit of a wince she sat down and drove the plug deep into her own ass.

"May I have a piece of pizza now?" she asked.

"Sure, I gestured towards the box on the coffee table, help yourself." Knowing she would have to rise a bit to reach for it and then sit back down and feel the plug all over again. She stared at me in disbelief. I smiled at her, "Go ahead, love, dig in, help yourself."

With a pinched looked and half closed eyes she rose up just a bit and reached for the pizza and sat back down with a groan. I finished the slice I had been eating and reached for a second piece and looked at her and said, "Oh, by the way, you are hereby ordered to eat at least three slices tonight." Before she could even object, I sat back and put my feet up and said, "You know, a glass of ice tea would really help to wash this down with, don't you think? Why don't you go fix us a couple of glasses, and please, love, I would like a twist of lemon in mine. And while you do that, don't lose your plug because I can assure you that I will not be the one putting it back in, but you will bend over a chair and put on a nice little show for me as you fuck it into your own ass all by yourself. Now leave your robe here and go fix us a couple glasses of tea."

I watched as her eyes changed, they took on that glassiness they always do when she hits that submissive mode of hers. I marvel at her body language and how easy it is to read her and her thoughts. I know from this point forward that the rest of the evening I would see emerge one of the most submissive creatures that I have ever seen or known. Once the realization sinks in to be in submissive mindset she obeys and performs exactly as I instruct without falter.

She walked a little stiffly to the kitchen, she got out two tall glasses from the overhead cabinet, filled them with ice and open the refrigerator door and got out the pitcher of ice tea. After filling them she got out a lemon and cut it into wedges and placed them in a bowl. She opened the cupboard underneath the sink and bent down to retrieve a tray where she placed the glasses of tea, the pitcher and the bowl of sliced lemons. She picked up the tray and turned to come back into the living room when her eyes slightly widened. I half smiled knowing that the plug just began to slip.

She walked more awkwardly and quickly back to the sofa and I was surprised when she literally plopped down a little hard onto the sofa. I couldn't help it; I had to laugh. "Close call, love?" I asked laughing with amusement.

She leaned forward and picked up a glass of tea and a lemon wedge and handed it to me, she started to reach for a second piece of pizza when I told her no. "Sit back, then reach." I was trying to get as much movement from her as I possibly could. She sat back and sighed as she felt the plug move deep again, a small shiver before rising again and reaching for the pizza. "Each time you need either a drink or another slice of pizza you are to make each task a separate movement, understood?" "Understood." She replied quietly.

By the time she had rose up and sat back down 3 different times she started making this tiny little moans. I told her while she continued to eat, while she was sitting that I wanted her legs open. Each movement caused the plug to rock inside of her. Her pussy was wet and her eyes were growing glassier. I was finished eating, and sat back to contemplate on how to play with her a bit longer, I was thoroughly enjoying her little moans and shivers and I wanted it to go on a bit longer. I moved closer to her so I could playfully pull on her nipples to roll them, tweak them and knead her breasts. When it looked like she was finally done with her dinner I asked her how she was doing, she looked at me and I could tell she had no words to express herself, she was deeply into her submissive mind, I stood and took off my robe, I was so hard it nearly hurt.

I took her hand and led her into the bedroom. I sat her ass on the very edge of the bed. I knelt down and parted her legs, with my hand on her chest I pushed her gently back so she was lying down. Back between her parted legs I buried my head and went to work with my tongue. Her hips began to move against me, grinding her wet pussy onto my face. With one hand I took my thumb and index finger and held her open and exposed her clit, causing it to protrude from its hood even more than it already was, I inserted the middle finger of my other hand inside of her and rubbed hard against her g-spot, allowing her to feel my finger in her pussy and the plug in her ass move and grind against other.

She came hard for me and her wetness flowed from her coating my hand and the end of the plug in her ass. I twisted it slowly back and forth; I slowly worked it in and out, twisting it as I slowly withdrew the plug. Once it was out I turned her on the bed. I helped her to get up and laid her over a pillow. She looked back at me and asked, "You promise, you won't hurt me?" "I promise, nothing will cause you any pain this evening."

She was still recovering from the effects of the orgasm she just had when I and soothingly talked to her, "We need to get you really relaxed," I kept telling her. She was almost kneeling, with her arms cradling her head on a pillow, her ass all up in the air. She started breathing slowly as she had learned to do in the living room, "just listen to my voice" I told her and continued to talk casually as I reached for a bottle of lube.

I think she was a little surprised to feel my fingers again before feeling my cock but I wanted her more relaxed to take me so I took my time to make sure this was all pleasurable for her and not rushed. She felt me slowly push a finger into her. "Just relax baby, you are doing so good, I am so proud of you" I told her. I could feel her growing used to the feeling, and she started feeling soothed by the sound of my voice. With one hand, I was stroking her body softly. Her ass, back, thighs, I could feel all her muscles relaxing at my touch I waited for that first soft sigh, once I heard it I added another finger and more lube. When I felt her relax so quickly this time I knew she was ready. I reached for a condom and put it on as quickly as I could.

When she first felt my cock at her ass, she tensed up for just a second. My voice soothed her, telling her not to be scared, that it was going to be ok. I finally had to concentrate for a second and force myself to calm down as well, I had to maintain my own control and take this very slowly, but the tightness of her body felt so incredible I struggled with just pushing forward too fast. When I felt her muscles relax, I pushed inside her slowly. She literally just about came up off the pillow, it was such a bizarre feeling as she pushed backwards against me, taking my cock deeply into her. Unlike regular sex, you just cannot start moving to quickly, you must wait for the muscles to completely relax. As soon as she loosened up a bit I was finally able to move, I slowly began to fuck her.

I never rushed. I went so painfully slow. I wanted us both to feel everything. After a few minutes, she began to moan in pleasure "Grab your vibrator. Its next to you under the other pillow." She reached under the pillow and grabbed it. She looked over her shoulder at me, and held it up for me to see that she had it, "Well I think you know what to do with it." She looked back at me again, I nodded at her. She slid it slowly inside of herself. She moan so loud this time with the feeling from being so filled, I gave her a few minutes to get used to it, I held still and waited for her muscles to relax again. "Well? Turn it on my love."

She came the second she felt the vibrations from the vibrator in her pussy combined with me sliding in and out of her ass. I had been so gentle, holding myself back forcing myself to not rush for her sake. As I felt her body quiver from the shocks of her orgasm, I took that as my sign to step up the pace. The thrusts I used started coming a little firmer and quicker. My breath quickened every bit as much as hers did, I grabbed hold of her hips roughly as I know she likes. The vibe was still running but it was causing this intense vibration against my cock in her ass, I told her to take it out and hold it to her clit. I started fucking her ass harder and faster, she was rubbing her clit and feeling the vibrations, she shook even harder than before. I felt her tense up again, the excitement building in both of us. She had finally found a rhythm and was rocking the right way with me. When her ass started moving with me, it was all I could take, it drove me just about crazy. I was fucking her hard and fast, and she was loving it!

From the sounds I could hear us both making, I knew we were going to cum together and very soon. She surprised me when she began begging me to fuck her harder. I did my best to oblige the lady, but it only took a few more strokes and she was screaming as she came, squeezing against me hard, I pulled from her ass hard and fast and pulled off the condom I was wearing and covered her ass and back with my hot cum.

We laid holding each other tight for a long time, I kissed her and talked soothingly to her, I was so proud of her, and told her so. It wasn't long after that that she started asking for me to take her there again.

To be continued:

Steve

Part 4:

Dove walked in just as I was finishing a phone call, it was the second of two calls I had received that night. The first one was inviting me and my friend to a public play party, the second was inviting me to a private one. As I hung up and looked at her I thought to myself, "Man, it doesn't rain until it literally pours." I wanted to take her to a party in the worse kind of way, but I just wasn't sure if I wanted to take her to the one that was public so she could see different techniques or to the one that was private that would not only show techniques but also a scene that would involve sexual penetration. The first party was starting at 7pm and the second was to be later for a few of the participants from the first. Should we maybe do both? I wondered.

Dove had been asking about floggers and other things we hadn't done yet, so I knew she was curious, and what better way than to show her first what it would be like before trying it out on her. I shrugged as I sat down and motioned for her to join me. "Come here love, I have something I need to ask you."

Once Dove was seated next to me I explained about the two parties and asked if she would like to go to one of them. I explained the difference between public and private parties. She seemed apprehensive but intrigued by the idea of both types of events. I further explained the benefits of both parties and left her pondering the different aspects and also I left it up to her to which she would want to attend or both.

"So, let me get this straight," she began, "The public party shows nothing sexual, just people getting whipped, or flogged or some other form of demonstration and the private party is like that too but sexual contact takes place?" I nodded my head that yes she understood perfectly the differences between the two. "And we can go to both if I want?" Again I nodded my head and smiled, I knew with this little sensuous creature that the private party would hold more appeal to her, but I also knew just how curious she is about what goes on at the public scenes. I also knew I would get the next question I was asked. "If we go, we just watch, right? I don't get touched by anyone else but you, and not in front of anyone else?" "No, love, we won't be playing at either one, this is just to watch…this time." I smiled as I paused before adding "this time" knowing that it would play on her mind all evening.

We had our dinner and showered and got dressed to go out. I thought about whether or not she was truly ready to witness what she would be exposed to at the different parties. So far we had only engaged in some sensory play as I have described in my prior stories here, and a few otk spankings. But this that she would see would be quite different. I guess I knew deep down that my little dove was a pain slut waiting to emerge from her cocoon and tonight would surely open the door and allow her to see that for herself.

After months of watching her and seeing what she does to push herself physically, the way she exercises until she aches, always tackling tasks with as much physical energy she can muster, I knew that once we crossed that threshold where pain meets pleasure that there would be no turning back for her. Yes, she was what I called at the time, a pain slut in waiting.

The closer it got to being time to leave the quieter she got, I wondered if she was really ready for this, I know firsts can be a time of great anxiety and it sometimes is hard to gauge when the anxiety level reaches a point where it becomes too intense and you need to back off. The Dominant beast within me at such times desires to push, but the romantic Dominant in me wants to scoop her up and hold her till she feels safe and sure about herself and things again. Hopefully in times such as that all Dominants find a way to allow the two sides to merge so that they can be both firm and yet loving.

I sat her back down to talk some more, I squatted down in front of her and took her nervous hands into mine, "Honey, are you sure you want to do this? It's okay if you don't, I will understand. I know going to these kinds of things for the first time is a little scary, I just don't want you doing something that you find "too" scary, scary to the point it won't be enjoyable for you."

She smiled so easy and told me she was okay, she had butterfly's but half of that was excitement mixed with the nervousness, she said she wanted to go, wanted to see what it was like. So we did. We got in the car and as we drove and then pulled up in front of where the public party was going to be and I asked her one last time if she was sure.

When we got inside we walked around and looked at the different vendors, I bought a new flogger and a few other things, which I took back to the door and asked if they could hold my package until we left. We walked around until she saw something that caught her attention, we sat down and watched as a Master had his bound sub to a spanking bench and was using a cane on her. There was no complete nudity, but the submissive was in a bathingsuit, and my little dove watched intently as the scene unfolded. Dove looked as if she were in a trance as the Master flicked the cane with a flick of his wrist. She was in awe of both the Dominant and his obvious skill and at the submissive who took each of the stinging blows that produced the most exquisite little welts that I recognized as ones that would fade before the night was gone. The girl only flinched a few times towards the end of the scene but the look in her eyes as the tears slowly seeped from them and fell over her cheeks had my Dove breathless and holding my hand tightly in hers.

We continued to sit and watch as the Dominant cared tenderly for his freshly caned charge, the unmistakable trust exchanged between the two was immeasurable. I am still, after several years have gone past, unsure if it was the caning itself or that exchange that held Dove so in awe of them.

After a while we silently got up from where we sat and I put my arm around her as we went on to find a demonstration showing a flogging. We got lucky that night and was able to see a skilled Master using duel floggers. The submissive was a nice warm pink and Dove was breathless. I held her close to me as we stood and watched. Like the scene we had just witnessed with the caning, once the flogging was over the Dominant tenderly cared for the submissive. Dove turned and buried her face against my chest. She hadn't spoken a word in over an hour and I could tell her emotions were running deep. It was time to leave so she could gather her thoughts and feelings before going to the private party or make the decision to go home.

We collected the package they were holding at the door for us and we got in the car and left. Still she was silent as we drove to a nearby café and had some coffee. She was so lost in thought it made me nervous. Finally I asked her if she wanted to continue on tonight or go home. She looked at me with all the innocence of a child and said she wanted to continue, she said she needed to, but was unable to put into words why she had that need. I understood, she was on a journey, a quest to understand herself, to meet and embrace the submissive inside of her. So we left for the next party.

Back in the car she looked at the bag in the back seat and asked if she could see the flogger. I nodded that she could, so she reached back and pulled it from the bag. She looked at the braided handle and the workmanship in which it was made. She felt and gauged the weight of it, I smiled to myself, my little curious Dove, there is just no end to her curiosity.

She seemed almost surprised when the car came to a stop and I turned of the engine. She had lost track of the time and distance we traveled as she examined each purchase we had made.

I reached over and squeezed her hand and asked one last time if she was ready. Another big smile, she seemed calmer somehow, and said she was ready. We walked into the small house of my friend, only 3 other couples were invited to this and they were already there. After introductions were out of the way I watched as Dove looked at each of the subs sitting on floor pillows at their Master's feet, all the rest of the furniture except for 4 chairs had been removed to help open the space of the room to scene. She looked at me quizzical as if to ask if this was expected. Still holding her hand I pulled her close and kissed her temple and asked if she wanted to sit on the floor, next to me on the arm of the chair or on my lap? I whispered that I wanted her to be herself, and not do anything she felt was expected of her, because nothing was. She still opted to sit on a pillow at my feet but held onto my hand as if it were a security blanket.

After we were seated the host and his submissive, the same two that had demonstrated the caning back at the other party, who had left the room for a moment reentered the room, this time she was completely nude. They walked to the center of the room where he gave his first command, "lift your hair" he said. Immediately her arms moved and lifted her hair from her neck. In his hand he held a collar, he slipped the leather band around her neck and snapped it in back. Dove actually flinched when she heard it click.

The submissive's nipples grew instantly hard at the sound. I looked over to Dove and the clingy blouse she was wearing, yes, the sound did indeed have a profound effect on her as well.

The leather collar that had been attached to around the submissive's neck had two D-rings, one in the front for times when he chose to use a leash and one in back which he would be using tonight. His next command was for her to present her wrists where he attached fur lined leather cuffs. He then fastened each wrist to the D-Ring at the back of her collar.

He came around to stand in front of her, touching her softly, squeezing her breasts and then tweaking her nipples. His grip around her nipples must have gotten tighter and more intense because she winced and pulled away by instinct and gave off a little yelp. He smiled and turned and picked up the gag he wanted to use. She sighed but opened her mouth to obey his wish.

The guests in the room were silent as we watched our host continue teasing his fingertips over his submissive. He ran them down over her sides and down her legs. We heard her moan softly under her gag as he knelt down and placed a spreader bar between her feet. He tapped lightly against her ankle with his finger. She immediately spread her legs wide...my little Dove as well as every other submissive in the room jumped just slightly as they heard the click of the fasteners hooking onto the ends of the bar.

He motioned for one of the men in the room and he rose and walked out, my thoughts were that it was by prior arrangement that he had elicited his help with something. A few moments later he came back in carrying a step stool where he stepped up on and fastened a rope to a ceiling hook that just minutes before held a hanging lamp. The rope was brought down and tied to the submissives wrists that were locked behind her head to her collar and pulled tight that caused the submissive to stand as straight as the spreader bar would allow and slightly on her toes. The step stool was then removed and the second man retook his seat.

Our host was now ready to add his final touch before beginning anything else. He lowered a fur-lined blindfold down over her eyes. I watched as Dove's breathing changed along with the submissive who was now tethered from the ceiling with her arms locked in place and legs spread wide with the spreader bar.

Once again he stood before her; he touched her nipples again taking them between his fingers he pinched them, rolling them harder than he had before. The pleasure of his touch showed prominently as her thighs began to tremble.  Her bound body moved slightly as if trying to feel more of him. He released her nipples from his fingers she whimpered softly at the loss of his touch. My Dove swallowed hard as she watched transfixed to the scene unfolding before her. The room echoed with small mmmm's as each submissive uttered together as the Master placed tweezer-style nipple clamps to the sub's hardened nipples.

The small chain that hung from the one joining her breasts hung down and he squatted before her, she whimpered and moan softly under the gag as she felt his hands between her wide spread thighs she knew what he was going to do. He whispered softly to her to help soothe and calm her, "shhhhhhhhhh--it's ok, little one" and to the sound of his voice she was reassured and immediately soothed, she relaxed, and he continued to place the clamp on the end of the chain to her clit. My little Dove tried as hard as she could to stifle the shiver that ran through her body.

I reached out to stroke her hair as she sat at my feet, I knew as we watched the Master stand and walk behind the submissive that what was about to be seen would be Dove's first real taste of what can go on between a Master and his slave, I knew that the feelings from what she was about to see would change her somehow, I could only hope it wouldn't be one from her curious and willing state to one of fear. She looked at me a little timidly and I smiled at her to silently reassure her that it was going to be ok.

He picked up a paddle and I think every sub in the room save the one tied, moved closer to their owners, as if seeking a silent protective bond, Dove was no different. She laid her head over onto my leg; I continued to stroke her hair, letting her know I was right there and that all was fine. When the sound of the first smack resounded through the room her arm went around my leg and she held onto me tightly.

We all watched, as the submissive's body rocked with each blow delivered to her ever-reddening ass. Before long it was glowing with heat, she would tense before each strike fell across one cheek then the next. There weren't that many smacks, but enough to turn her a bright red, her head dangled much as the rope tied to hold up would allow when he finally stopped. I heard Dove exhale; it was then that I realized she had been holding her breath throughout the short spanking.

Our host, the Master, walked back to the front of his submissive, his hand went between her parted legs and stroked her throbbing clit still pinched and held tightly within the grasp of the clamp he had placed around it just minutes before. He withdrew his fingers and showed the room just how wet she was, she moaned behind her gag, so obviously close to a climax, she whimpered at the denial of her pleasure.

He picked up a few clothespins and began to circle her nipples that were still pinched by the clamps. Her body was trembling more and more as each pin pinched and held fast to her skin. I could feel Dove's own trembling vibrate up my leg that she still tightly held on to. The trembling only intensified as Dove looked on and watched the Master select a crop and begin to flick it on the sides of the bound lady's thighs, he went from one side to the other then to the inside of her thighs. The girl moaned and tried to move away from the sting, or was she trying to move towards them for even more? Her sweet moans filled the air of the room, shattering the silence like broken glass. Dove's heart pounded and I could feel it through her chest and vibrating up my leg.

He walked behind her again still holding the crop in his hand, he worked it against the girls wet pussy, sliding it back and forth, her muffled moans grew more urgent and just before he allowed her a release to cum he began to lightly smack the end of the crop against her throbbing pinched clit. The pain mixed with pleasure sent the girl over the edge, her body shook with a great intensity, as the stifled moans became muffled screams of ecstasy behind her gagged mouth.

There was no waiting for the girls orgasm to subside, he picked up a flogger and began to strike it with a medium style force behind it against the backs of her legs. He moved upward to her still very pink ass and then up her back. She began to sag against her restraints, she was at this point, allowed to cum at will for she had no more control over it, she had passed that point of being able to control the orgasms. Dove's breathing like each of submissive's in the room was labored as the excitement built in each of them.

Suddenly he began to slow down, and then stopped. He walked back in front of her and began to remove the pins and clamps, new waves of ecstasy rocked through as each one was removed. Now the blindfold, the gag, a shared deep kiss as he picks up the crop and turns it, her legs still parted, his left hand at the back of her head the crop in his right, her pussy dripping wet and the handle sliding in deep. The girl screamed as she came again and then sagged against her Master, laying her head against him as best she could. He looks over her shoulder to each of us in the room and nods. The men all rise and help our subs to stand; we each quietly left without disturbing the girl's subspace.

The drive home was quiet. When we pulled up in front of her apartment, I got out and walked around to open her door, tears were silently falling over her cheeks. I pulled her up into my arms and held her tightly. I felt like she wasn't going to be able to stand on her own let alone walk, so after a few minutes a picked her up and cradled her in my arms and carried her to the door.

I got the door opened and carried Dove in and sat her on the couch. I stroked her hair and held her face in my hands as I told her I would be right back, I just needed to lock the front door. She reminded me about the package in the car but I didn't want to leave her alone for that long. However she insisted I go out and bring it in all just the same, stating that a package, any package left out in plain sight might give a curious passerby enough ample curiosity to bust out a window and take it, so I reluctantly returned to the car and retrieved the bag and brought it in.

Once back inside I locked the door and pulled the small curtain closed we had finally hung over the small window. I walked back over to the couch where she was sitting and leaning against the arm with her knees drawn up close to her chest. She straightened her legs and I sat on the edge as close as I could to her. I reached for her hands and felt how cold they were, I was worried about what she was thinking.

"Talk to me, Love, what's going on with your thoughts over seeing all you did tonight?"

"I just didn't know that it would be so—so—so intense." She whispered in broken sobs.

"Intense how? Try to explain it sweetie, take your time, gather your thoughts and I'll get you some juice."

I got up and walked over to the kitchen and poured her a big glass of orange juice. I brought it back to her telling her to take small sips. The same thing I would do if it had been her in the scene tonight, I felt the emotions that stemmed from what she saw tonight was having some of the same effects a scene would produced so I wanted to bring her sugar levels back up as naturally as I could. She took a sip as her eyes watched me and could see the concern I had. She smiled at long last said, "Well, first of all, I'm ok, so please stop worrying." I brushed the hair away from her face that had fallen onto her cheek and helped to wipe her tears away.

"Talk to me my Dove, tell me what you're thinking."

"I don't know what I'm thinking, I don't know the right words to use. I guess I just didn't expect it be so intense."

"Intense how love? Intense for the submissives you watched tonight? Or intense for you and what it's making you feel? Are you intrigued? Scared? Repulsed?" Although I knew the last question wasn't it, if she had been repulsed I would have known long before now.

"No, I'm not repulsed, I'm not even scared, but I don't think intrigued is quite the right word either."

"Then what love, what is it? Can you try to tell me?"

She sat up straighter and brought her legs up again causing me to have to move a little and she reached over to sit the juice down, tears were threatening to spill from her big blue eyes again, "Steve…" she whispered with a trembling voice, "I don't know how to say this, but I want what that girl had tonight. I want what I read in her expressions and heard in her sighs and moans. I want to find that peace that shown in her eyes when she heard her Master's voices or felt his hands on her body. I want to know that kind of peace."

I smiled as she wrapped her arms around my neck and laid her head on my shoulder and cried softly. I hadn't realized just how intently she watched, but that was so very obvious, she had read more into the deeper reactions and the meaning then just seeing it as an erotic event.

We sat there with me holding her for a long time, I let her cry it all out and when she finally sighed I asked her if she were ready for bed. With her head still against my shoulder she shook her head yes, and whispered about how tired she was. She pulled back so I could see her face again and I handed her back her juice and told her she needed to finish it. She drank almost all of it and I kissed her. I had only meant the kiss to be sweet and reassuring, but it turned into a nice deep passionate kiss. I lifted her up just as I had done outside and carried her to bed.

I slowly undressed her and myself and climbed into bed with her. I made love to her, soft, gentle, and tender unhurried love. We fell asleep holding each other close, her head on my chest, and my hand resting as it cradled her.

Part 5

For the next several days we rose and went off to work and classes, and I even went home to my own place for a few nights, we waited for the weekend. All week I called and made arrangements for a surprise for her. On Friday morning, I called in to work and told them I wasn't coming in, I gathered what I felt I would need and packed the car.

Once my car was loaded I went over to Dove's and used the spare key she had given me, I packed the things she would need for the entire weekend, then I sat down and waited. It was still early but on Fridays she had no classes so I knew she would be home very soon. Around two o'clock in the afternoon I heard her come thru the door. She was smiling, she was glad to see me. Then her smile faded into questions when she saw the small suitcase at my feet. I quickly explained that I had a surprise for her and that I was taking her away for the weekend. I explained about the small cottage we would stay in that I had arranged to use from a friend of mine. She had so many questions, where was it, who did it belong to etc. etc. I told her it wasn't too far, it was mostly used for my friends family vacations, that it wasn't all that spectacular or fancy, but that it had special features that I thought she would like. She wanted to know what those were, but I just smiled and told her she would have to just wait and see for herself.

After making a few quick calls to let people know she was going "camping" and one other call I requested she make to a trusted friend as a safe call, for which I felt on one hand that it wasn't really necessary but on the other I did. I handed her my wallet so she could read off my driver's license number to her friend, and other pertinent info and then we were ready to leave.

The cottage wasn't much, but it did sit back in the woods on a semi-secluded lot. The nearest neighbors were ¼ of a mile in either direction. There wasn't any lake and it wasn't some sort of fancy resort cabin, just a plain get away that would be nice and private. The first thing I checked was the telephone, my friend had assured me that it was working, and he was right, it was, I had Dove call her friend again and gave her the number and directions to where we were, they made arrangements for her to call again the next day.

The small cottage was made up of one great room, which included a small table to eat on, a small no frills kitchen and living room combined. The bedroom was separate as was the bathroom. Along one wall there was a stone fireplace, but it was what was overhead that I wanted her to see. All along the room were these very nice log beams that would make it easy to reproduce at least in part the scene she had witnessed the week before.

She was quiet as she looked upward, I watched closely for her reaction, she swallowed a little hard, remembering the scene from last Friday night. A small shiver ran through her body and I watched transfixed at the hardening nipples under her blouse. I softly smiled to myself, I knew she was ready for more, and I think at that moment, I was never prouder of anything in my life. I was proud she was just there with me, let alone of the trust she was placing within my grasp.

I had plans on trying to keep the weekend at a level and slow pace, I didn't want her to feel rushed even though she had told me that this is what she wanted. I know first hand how badly you can want something and still be apprehensive to actually take that important step towards that goal.

I placed my arm around her and suggested we get the things from the car and bring them inside. We walked out together holding hands like two love struck teenagers and I opened the trunk and handed her the small bag I had packed for her. I picked up my bag and then the duffle bag that I kept all the toys I carry. Her eyes widened as she looked the duffle bag over and could clearly see that new items had to have been added according to it's bulging sides. She swallowed again as she had inside, I could see the vein in her neck pulse faster as her heart rate sped along with a new wash of excitement. I smiled as I heaved the strap up onto my shoulder and said in a carefree voice, "Let's go doll, let's get inside and have some dinner.

Once we were back inside we took the bags to the bedroom and set them on the bed, I was almost out the bedroom door before I turned to see her fingers slowly trail over the top of the duffle bag. She jumped a little when I called her name and she picked up her head to look at me, "Come on, let's go back out to the car and bring in the groceries and start fixing something to eat, I'm starving."

She followed me but not before stopping and taking one last glance at the duffle bag sitting near the center of the bed. We went out and carried the bags of groceries in and she began getting out pots and pans and together we prepared a nice spaghetti dinner. The evening was nearly silent so I knew how nervous she was, I knew that when I did decide to take this to the next step that I would have to just take the control fast so she would not sit too long and wonder when, and what will be done. I began to explain how I wanted to take things slow, that I thought for this first night that we would just relax on the sofa and read and just be together for a while before we went any further. It had the desired result I was looking for, she relaxed and breathed easier and smiled and even though she still wasn't what you could call chatty, she finally was comfortable enough to begin a bit of small talk as we cleaned away dinner dishes and settled on the sofa to read and relax.

I sat and looked at her as she sat quietly reading, the soft light of early evening still coming through the window and dancing on her long hair made her appear so angelic and innocent, but I know the little vixen underneath that illusion. I know I have to see that part of her as she looks up at me watching her, her soft smile; I crave to hear those soft moans of ecstasy. I began to focus on her and my thoughts began to take over, I love watching her as she fly's through that space where I send her. That pain pleasure mixture she craves is so undeniable at times no matter how hard she tries to fight her desire. When she reaches that moment and relinquishes that control that empowers me to send her into that realm of bliss is to me the most erotic and where her true beauty really shines through.

I laid my own book aside and sat forward, "Crawl to me NOW!" I ordered her.

At first she was a little startled but she breathed a sigh of relief, relief in knowing the wait was over, the control was mine, and I was going to lead her through the night as she had requested after the party the other night. She carefully and gracefully laid her book aside and slipped onto the floor; those eyes, so big and so blue, already glassing over in her headspace. She crawled as I had ordered, reaching the edge of where I sat; she sat back on her folded legs, her small delicate hands resting easily on her thighs. She waits for me to give her the next command.

I am pleased and smile at her as she sits so patiently and quiet. I stand and place my hands on my hips; the hardness under my trousers evident to her, she knows what I require without saying another word. She reaches up to free me from the tight pants, they fall to the floor, her small warm hand closes around me and she looks up into my eyes. I nod she has her unspoken permission.

The warmth of her mouth is exquisite as she takes me deeply into her throat as she has been taught; her eyes look upward at me, I cannot help but smile, she pleases me so very much. Her other hand comes up and cups my balls softly, her fingers stroking as her mouth slides up and down the shaft. Her tongue darts across the head to lick the precum she sucks so diligently from me. I cannot maintain like this and she knows it, it's her eyes so filled with everything she is inside that sends me close to the edge of filling her mouth way too soon. I always stop her before it gets to that point. I place my hands on her head, prepared to stop her so I may take her into the other room. She knows this, and knows that by placing my hands on her head I intend to stop her. Her mouth reaches the tip of the head again; she smiles at me, her eyes dance, filled with that impishness I adore in her, she doesn't stop, she takes me deep into her mouth and sucks hard, squeezing me just a bit more, and I fill her mouth. I have to smile at her, "Does my little dove crave a little discipline for making me cum too soon?"

I step out of the pants and leave them for now; I begin to walk towards the bedroom pulling off my shirt. I know she will follow without getting up; she will crawl because she had no other instruction. I reached the room and turned to watch her as she crawled to me.

I looked her over as she past the threshold she was wearing one of my old t-shirts, no bra and a pair of thin cotton pants she uses to be comfortable in; nothing she won't miss I thought to myself.

I squatted down and looked closely at her; my hand came out fast to grab her hair, I stood and pulled her up with my hand filled with her hair. She squealed a little as I backed her up against the wall. Her legs parted instinctively. I let go of her hair and grabbed her left wrist; and I ordered her to hold her hands out for her cuffs. I fastened them into place, then the collar I had gotten for her as a surprise. I ordered her hands to be given to me again so I could lock them to the collar that now adorned her lovely neck.

We had only just begun on this journey a short time ago, but I already knew that this was her biggest struggle, to give over both hands to be secured was almost a battle each time we used any form of bondage. She holds her right hand tight and hard against herself. I order her to hand it over to me, to let go so she can fly for me, "My little dove, trust and use those wings to fly for me, give me your hand." She shakes her head, her eyes tearing up knowing she will lose this battle and give me that hand. I pinched her nipple lightly through the t-shirt she still wore, she winced and the hand relaxed to move to protect the tweaked nipple. I took the wrist and pulled her arm upward and quickly secured it in place. Now, she is mine to play with.

I move quickly to take her back into the other room, carrying the duffle bag. She jumped slightly as the bag made a loud thud as I dropped it onto the floor I use my fingertips to almost tickle down her side; down her left leg, I unzip the bag and pulled the spreader bar I had brought from the top of the bag. She shivered as I fastened her ankle cuffs to the bar. My fingertips softly crept up her legs, still in the pants she had worn for their comfort, and then up and over her nipples as I stood and smiled before I turned away to get something from the bag.

She watched wide eyed as I carried the rope towards her and threw it up and over the beam that I had pointed out to her before, I pulled it tight through the ring of her collar in the back and as I took up the slack and tied it off to the sofa so it pulled her up and made her body tight.

Once she was tied as I wanted her I went back to the bag and pulled from it's depths a shinny hunting knife that looked ominous even to me. The blade glistens in the light of the room. She takes in a breath and shivers. I return to her, spread wide on with the spreader bar, her eyes big and following me with every movement I make. My free hand explores her breasts, her breathing quickens as I step closer and kiss her hard against her throat, just under the center of the collar, that first soft moan that sets my soul on fire almost whispered in my ear as she fills the kiss give way to a sweet little bite.

I bring up the knife; I move it over her breasts through the thin material of the t-shirt. She gasps as it penetrates the white material and I cut it from her body, pulling and tugging roughly to remove all remnants, letting it fall in shreds to the floor. Her nipples are hard, and just a slightly bit darker pink in color then they are in their normal state. So small and light pink, she is perfection in my world.

I tease her with the knife, trailing over her breasts, circling her nipples; playfully I move it along her upturned arms held so securely against her own neck. Down the center of her chest and across her belly; reaching the waistband of the thin cotton lounging pants, a good snip and tug and I begin to cut and rip them away. Now she only wears the small tiny panties that will soon enough be torn away as the rest of the remnants of her clothing; but first I will tease her a while longer to make sure they are good and wet.

I passed the flat of the blade between her legs, allowing her to feel it's cold hard steel through her dampened panties. My mind racing through all the various things she likes and I love to do to her. That gentle little moan of hers again plays softly in the air and lands deep within my heart. I take the knife away and lay it aside; I grabbed the panties in my fist and pulled them upward. That sweet little moan grew louder as the material stretched and pulled hard against her clit, my little slut was growing so wet already, and I could smell her scent filling the room. I let go suddenly and picked the knife back up and slipped them under the edge on the side and tugged hard cutting them; the knife gone again I grabbed the material still held deeply within her folds and roughly pulled them away.

I held them and could feel how having them pulled so tightly within her folds had soaked up the wetness that seeped from her tight little pussy; this pleased me to no end; I smiled as I brought them close to her face and told her to see what a little whore for me she is; then I ordered her to open wide and placed them in her mouth. I love watching her as she has no choice but to taste her own desire, that trembling that begins is just too exquisite to explain.

Standing there spread opened and gagged I began placing clothespins on the underside of her arms, she shook and trembled squeezing her eyes so tight as each pin inched and held it's place as I moved on to the next one. Both arms had 10 pins attached when I started placing 6 on each breast, circling those beautifully tiny tight little nipples. I watched in delight as she shivered upon seeing the clover leaf clamps in my hand, I know they are a hard limit for her, and I would never dream using them on her, but that wild look in her eyes was almost too much. I chuckled and told her to relax. I placed one end of the clamps on a small section of the panties sticking out between her lips and allowed the chain to dangle down, between her breasts, the remaining clamp hanging free and laying nicely against the skin of her belly.

I squatted down between her legs feeling how wet she was, running the length of my fingers against her; she squirmed a bit as my fingers brushed against her clit. I stood back up and picked up the crop to give her that little sting she has learned to love so much. With her clit so hard and throbbing I knew just a few light strikes would have her reeling and begging to cum if she weren't so wickedly gagged with her own panties. Just a few light taps and then glide the shaft of it through her folds, then back to letting her feel it's sting, back and forth I went, alternating the teasing glide to striking her thighs and ass. Her knees shook and would have buckled, if it weren't for her being held so tightly from the rope that stretched her upward for me. She felt that crop for several minutes and with each of her muffled cries, I struck harder and harder until I reached a level I felt she could take. Red welts rose up and she tried her best to squirm away, but that rope held tight and only allowed her sway her hips back and forth.

Just as I laid the crop aside and drove two fingers deeply inside of her I pulled the chain of the clamps and pulled the panties free from her lips and demanded she cum for me and show me what a good little whore she can be. Her head rolled back and that wonderful full moan I had desired to hear was ringing through the air of the room. She soaked my hand and fingers as they rocked her to one orgasm into another. I slowly withdrew my fingers and her breathing eased. I began to remove the pins which brought on more soft moans as her head hung down, her flight was almost there, to make her truly fly would take just a little more.

All the pins gone, I picked out the 2 floggers from the bag and began to flog her with a non-stop duel action. Her thighs, back her already reddening ass and lightly on her breasts and a few strikes between her spread legs. She cried out as she lost control of her orgasm and sagged as much as the rope would allow, I released the rope from her collar, her hands and then her feet and helped her over to a sturdy side table that I pulled away from the wall to use as a bench. I knew I needed no more restraints; she was beyond moving much more. I laid her over the center of it; spreading her legs by instinct I put a generous application of lube on her ass. I selected a medium size plug and it slid in so easy with a glorious moan from the very depths of her soul, her biggest fantasy and joy to have her pussy and her ass filled at the same time. I stroked my cock to get it harder, put on a condom, and placed it at the entrance of her pussy. She tried to lift her head and look over her shoulder at me, but the effort was just too much and she let her head drop back down in place. I placed my hand on her shoulder and as I trust upward into her I pulled her down onto me. "Time for my little dove to feel her Master fuck her, and fuck her hard."

Her pussy squeezed tightly around me, she was cumming over and over, there is no need for permission here, for she has no more control over it. The plug slipped from her ass as the contractions of her orgasm pushed it out; with my cock so slick from her and the lube already there, I pulled from her tight little pussy and took her ass, "my" ass, and now as if by sheer will and that sudden burst of adrenaline her head came up fast and she threw her hair back as she came hard with me in her ass. The muscles tightening around me, she milked my cock, I barely had time to pull out and tear off the condom and coat her little ass.

We sunk to the floor together, using a piece of the cut t-shirt I cleaned her up and held her tightly in my arms. "Fly my little dove, fly for me--spread those beautiful wings of yours and soar."

To be Continued:

Steve

Part 6

Our weekend at the cabin was one I really carry in my thoughts and will for a lifetime. My little dove grew wings that weekend and flew for me so beautifully. What a remarkable young woman she turned out to be.

When we returned home we continued to live separately but more often than not one or the other was staying over at the other's home. I continued to introduce her to others in the lifestyle just as I continued to introduce new activities to our play. It is one such scene I would like to share with you today.

We had been home from the cabin for about 3 weeks when one night I was sitting on my couch and dove was surfing the net when I heard her small intake of breath. I looked up and watched her as she clicked away, I knew by the way she turned her head and stared so intently that she was looking thru another photo gallery, obviously something had her intrigued my little dove and watching her I felt that familiar stirring and need to play.

I got up and walked over to where she surfed the net, I looked down at the screen at what had captured my girls attention so intently. The set of pictures showed a young girl about her age tied in a hogtie on the floor and being teased and tortured with orgasms. Some might not think that cumming hard and repeatedly is torture, but after a while the orgasms become so intense that they hurt and they become exhausting and the recipient begs for you to stop. I had to smile, I love doing this and with her newfound love for a bit of verbal humiliation my mind was working overtime on what else she might enjoy.

I reached down and unzipped my jeans, she was so engrossed in what she was looking at she didn't even hear the sound of the zipper nor did she notice the movement around her as I took my jeans and shorts off and stood there hard, stroking till I saw the glistening of precum collect on the tip of my cock. I reached over and grabbed her hair, pulling hard as I ordered her, "Suck me you little slut!" Dove shivered as she turned, her eyes changed in a flash, she recognized the tone of my voice and immediately went down onto her knees from her chair.

Filling her mouth never felt so good as it did that evening. Watching her eyes water and her head move back and forth as I forced her to take all of me till I exploded into her throat was more than exhilarating and only served to be the beginning of one very intense night. The night turned out to be one of the first times I ever had to punish her.

My little dove didn't miss a beat or a drop of cum that poured into her throat. I knew how she loved the force of this and how it turned her on and got her so wet and hot that she couldn't wait for me to take her and make her cum so hard that she would soar into her own little world. But that night I wanted to torment her, to tease her till she begged and pleaded with me to take her where she needed to go. I wanted to take her harder than ever before, I wanted to satiate every desire she could possibly have. I wanted her to ache for me, to feel that intensity of the extreme I knew she secretly craved but was too shy to talk about.

That night I tied her tightly and teased her with a flogger till she was a nice soft pink front and back. She was so wet and begging to cum but I wasn't ready to give her that, so I placed her over the couch and paddled her, I introduced the cane and teased the welts with the tips of my fingers and watched her squirm and heard her pleas grow fevered. I was about to move her again when I heard her moan and she firmly planted her feet and refused to budge. She went down to the floor in front of me and begged to let me let her cum, she pleaded with me that she couldn't take anymore that she needed release to let go and cum. I shook my head and said no, that I wanted to tie her again in the other room and continue. She began to cry and then it was if something had snapped inside of her and she had reached that point of fight or flight and she stood up and looked at me with great defiance and told me to go get fucked, that she was done and wanted to go home.

For the life of me I do not know what had come over me, why was I pushing her so hard? But there it was, I knew the instant I saw her defiance that it was what I had wanted to see, what I needed from her to go even further. She stood her ground and stared at me with hot tears of pain and anger in her eyes, but the one thing I hadn't heard yet was her safe word. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her along into the bathroom.

Once we were in the bathroom I tied her hands over her head on the curtain rod and began to softly touch her. Within seconds I heard her coo and moan as the arousal that had been built before returned. I stopped and whispered in her ear, "Do you want me to go on my love? Or shall I stop and let you go home like you wanted in the other room?"

"Please don't stop." She whispered breathlessly.

I smiled and stood back and looked at her, grinning I crossed my arms as her eyes snapped open wide when she didn't feel my touch like she had expected. Before she could start in again with all of her pleading and begging I told her that there was only one way I would continue because of how she had just behaved in the other room. She looked at me and bit her bottom lip before she mustered up the courage to ask me what. Her eyes welled up with humiliation when I told her that while she hung there that she needed to step inside the tub and pee for me with her legs spread wide apart so I could watch the stream of urine run down. The battle of wills was about to unfold.

We stood there for several minutes while she refused to even enter the tub. Tears ran over her cheeks as she said repeatedly that she couldn't do what I had requested. She begged and pleaded for me to allow her to do anything different. I walked into my bedroom and got out the crop and a few other toys and brought them back. Her love of the crop had become something a little more than irresistible to her. With her arms outstretched over her head I applied clothespins. One at time they went on slowly. I outlined her body with them starting from just the inside of hers arms above the elbow and down her sides. I circled her nipples with them and her eyes grew glassier as each one pinched and gave her that little compression of pain she enjoys so much.

I helped her lift her legs one at a time till she was standing inside the tub, her legs spread wide as more pins lined her inner thighs and then 3 on each of her pussy lips. I tied two shoe strings to pull the pins back against her legs and spread her pussy open so I could tease her hard throbbing clit. She was so wet and she trembled and shook from the adrenalin coursing through her body. I again stood back when I knew she was right on the edge of both cumming and flight and ordered her to pee. All this time and effort and she still had not used her safe word. But she still cried that she didn't think she could do it.

I knew from the length of time the pins had been in place that as soon as I would begin to take them off the closer she would come to flight and lose control for me as I had wanted. So I reached up and began to slowly remove the pins. I teased her after removing each one, all the way through of doing what I was doing I made her drink water to fill her bladder and force her to pee. She squirmed and moaned as she felt the blood rushing back to each of the tiny little surfaces of skin that had been pinched. She was rapidly approaching that second wave of fight or flight, her frustration and anger burned in her eyes as she struggled to comply with what I wanted but the last remnants of what she had been taught as a child that was proper behavior held her back.

I picked up the crop and left the pins on her legs and pussy in place as I flicked the end of the crop across all the previous marks left behind from the pins that had been removed. She moaned and cried even louder, I continued to order her to pee. Finally her head sagged and hung as her body heaved with sobs. I laid the crop aside and placed an arm around her and my other hand reach down and I fingered her, playing hard against her g-spot and talked to her softly, encouraging her to let go. Within seconds she was cumming uncontrollably and I felt the warm flow running over my wrist. I pulled back slowly and watched as her water flowed down into the tub. Her head hung as if she was ashamed, she cried and sobbed. I removed the rest of the pins once she was done. I untied her arms and rubbed them as I turned on the shower and let the warm water and my arms soothe and calm her.

She gathered her composure and I felt her body stiffen against me and she pushed herself away from me and turned, she was quiet as her tears fell silently over her cheeks. She washed herself and shampooed her hair, finally she turned back to me in the midst of the flow from the showerhead, and narrowed her eyes, I could see she was ashamed and humiliated and it made her angry. It was the first time my little dove ever cussed me and went too far.

With her body wet and glistening in the warm water I quickly spun her around and forced her to bend over and I began to spank her hard with my bare hand. Within a few swats the sounds of her sobs changed to those of contrite sorrow. She was beginning to apologize and when her knees began to buckle I pulled her close and allowed her sobs to subside. I explained to her that she was ok, and what she did for me was good, that I was proud of her for doing what I knew was incredibly hard for her. She shook and trembled against me and sobbed with the words she spook. She couldn't understand why or how I could still want her after what I had made her do in front of me. I smiled as I explained that it only made me want her more. I felt like I owned her but to my own regret now, I didn't tell her that when I had the chance. She was my whole world but I was too selfish in my own self-protection to even admit that much.

We had several other occasions when this activity played out between us, both as humiliation and as a sensual act. I knew she never cared much for it and that she only did it for me and my pleasure, but I do remember the reaction she always had when she would let go of that struggle and allow the flight to when out over the fight instinct and she would soar with her deep submissive beauty that made me love her even more. If only I had told her that, maybe we would still be together today. I have my memories of her which I have chosen to share with the readers of these little tales, and those memories are my dearest treasures in this life.

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

Dove was so out of breath. My three fingers still buried deep inside of her, my thumb firmly planted against her exposed pinched clit. I felt her body contracting against my fingers, I wanted to stroke her g-spot but she was so tight, so filled with my hand that I couldn't move. I allowed her to calm down.

Once her orgasm had subsided I slowly withdrew my fingers. I brought them to her mouth, no words were needed, she simply opened her mouth and sucked each one clean off her cum.

I stepped back and looked at her, her hands still held herself open, she had yet to be told to let go. She was at that moment, submissive perfection. My cock was hard and aching, I needed my own release, and I needed it soon. I stepped closer again and knelt down to remove the clip on her clit, she came again as the blood rushed back. I smiled as I heard her whimper. I'm sure she thought I would punish her again, but how could I?

I stood and told her to let go of her lips now. I sat in the chair I had the same night all of this began. I stroked my cock as she watched. I nodded to her as our eyes met. Those clear big blue eyes that talk to me even still. I gave her the unspoken permission she sought. She knelt in front of me, between my spread legs and wrapped that warm exquisite mouth around me and slowly took me as deep as she could. She paused at the base, waiting for my hand on her head. I smiled as I lifted it and held it over her. Yes, it was my sadistic side showing, she knows she is go as deep as she can and wait for my hand. I made her wait that day, just holding me there. I waited for the gag reflex to kick in.

Several moments passed, her eyes looking up at me began to water, tears spilled over the edges of her lashes, I felt her throat tighten and her body made a small lurch as the gag reflex flared up. I brought my hand down to her head, I lightly stroked her hair, relishing in the silky tresses. I tighten my grip, I brought up the other hand and pushed her slightly back on her legs as I scooted to the edge of the chair. With both hands now grabbing her hair I began to move her head up and down along the shaft of my cock, throat fucking her hard, almost instantly exploding. Even if I live 10 hundred years, nothing in this lifetime will ever feel as wonderful as cumming in her throat.

Once I came and removed myself from her warmth, I pulled her up to me. I removed the rope from her body, soothingly touching each mark I had placed on her body. I laid her on the bed and made gentle love to her, taking extra care to be tender and loving. I wanted to keep her aroused, I wanted to spend the weekend looking at her and watching that smoldering glaze in her eyes.

I fixed dinner that night, I kept it light, nothing too heavy that might make her stomach cramp. I had made sure that the fridge was well stocked with plenty of juice for the entire weekend. I wanted nothing to go wrong, because I had plans for her this weekend, I was going to push her, to make love to her, I wanted to possess all of her.

Once I had dinner prepared and she was out of the bath I had her soaking in, I went in and helped her to dry off. She saw the plug in my hand as I entered the bathroom, she swallowed hard, knowing I was going to make her wear it all evening.

She stood in the tub and I helped her to step out. I dried her body and told her to bend over the counter. She sighed softly as she complied. I put a slight amount of lube on the plug and a tad on her tight little rosebud of an ass and began to slowly work it in and out of her. So many people make the mistake of using too much lube, they read so many stories and articles that tell them to make sure to use plenty, and that if you think it's enough to add a little more. Not true, well, at least not always. When first starting out, yeah, by all means use more than you think you need. But once the sub is trained to take a plug and they grow accustomed to it's size, the less you will need, for one simply reason. Once she grows used to the size the usage of a lot of lube causes them to lose it as their body naturally wants to expel it.

I moved the plug in and out, slowly and sensual till I heard that soft little moan of her pleasure building. I withdrew it until just the tip rested inside. I stood u and bent over her and kissed her shoulder and the curve of her neck. I felt her shiver and the plug slide in deep and fast. I heard her gasp at the sudden trust and she trembled, fighting to hold back a sudden orgasm that ran through her body. I chuckled softly close to her ear, I whispered, "Cum for me you little slut." And of course being the compliant little slut she is, she did exactly as she was told. I stroked her back and allowed her to compose herself before I told her to come join me for dinner.

To be Continued…

Steve

When she walked into where I had dinner fixed, her eyes searched for mine asking what was going on. I had spread out a blanket on the floor and put down pillows, I had two plates of food prepared sitting there and it was all finger food. What can I say, I watched that damn movie 91/2 weeks and even a guy can find that kitchen scene erotic you know….I smiled and took her by the hand and led her to the blanket. I told her to stand right there for a minute. I then laid down on the floor on top of the blanket and put my head on the stack of pillows. I stroked my cock to get it hard, put on a condom, and then reached for her hand. I placed her over me and told her to lower herself down.

Watching her lips spread open and take me inside has always been one of the highlights of our times together. She lowered herself down little by little until I was deep inside of her tiny small body. I could feel the small plug in her ass and I looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed for just a brief moment, she shivered and then opened them to look at me. She smiled as I handed her the first plate.

"Feed me." I told her.

She giggled, and picked up a cube of cheese and teased my lips before I opened my mouth to take the bite. I told her as I ate each bite she was to squeeze around my cock. I placed my hands on her hips so I could rock her when I wanted to. I wanted her to learn how to slowly milk my cock. The other plate rested on my chest, I picked up a grape and fed her.

Feeding each other, her squeezing and releasing around my cock with each bite. Occasionally I pulled her hips and rocked her back and forth. With each stroke or squeeze she felt me and the plug inside of her. I could feel her wetness running over my balls. As she gave me the last bite I told her to move the plates to the side. I grabbed her hips harder and moved her back and forth harder and faster. Her head flew back as a low steady moan filled the air.

"Cum, baby, cum for me."

Just as I felt her body tighten and she was cumming hard, I exploded inside the condom. Now it was time to take things harder, and give her that humiliation she loves so much but hates to admit.

I rolled her over and brought her legs up and told her to hold herself at the knees. I fucked the plug in her ass in and out, and continued to make her cum. I pulled off the condom and held it in one hand, her eyes were closed as her body shivered and shook with each new orgasm, I told her to open her mouth, she did and I placed the condom over her and let it pour into her mouth.

She sputtered at first, shocked at what I was doing, cum hit her chin and around her lips. She moved her head from side to side as I fucked her harder with the plug. The contents of the condom now all over her face I dropped the condom to the side and moved my hand to her face and smeared it against her creamy skin, fucking my cum covered fingers into her mouth as I plunged the plug in and out of her ass.

Her face reddened, as I pulled the plug from her and laid is aside. I sat on the floor with my back against the couch and pulled her close to me. She didn't have any words at the moment. She was embarrassed and humiliated at having cum dumped on her face from a condom. She trembled and I could hear her fighting back tears. Finally she lost the fight to hold it all in and sobbed. I held her tighter. I knew she was confused. It has always been hard for her to understand herself and the way she likes to be humiliated. She doesn't want to accept that she secretly likes it all.

After she calmed down and her sobbing stopped and as she lay against my chest, her body went limp. I was able to stand and pick her up and carry her to the bedroom. I put her on the bed; still she had not said a word. I got a warm washcloth and wiped her face clean from her tears mixed with dried cum. I kissed her softly and turned out the light and got in next to her. I pulled her close and we drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning Dove wasn't beside me, but I could smell bacon frying from the kitchen. I smiled to myself, knowing she was cooking for me, something she does well enough for her age and hopefully in time I thought, she will grow in that area too. Bacon, eggs, toast, coffee and juice was on the table when I finally got out of the bed and walked into her. I kissed her cheek and said good morning to her. I asked her if she was ok, she merely nodded and without dropping her head she averted her eyes to the coffee pot and poured us each a cup.

It was her silence that concerned me, but I also know that in her silence she is weighing all that happened and if something was wrong, I would hear about it soon enough. Once she thinks things through, she will say something, but if during her thoughts she accepts what happened she will just quietly let it go. It is our way that we have worked out what is still hard for her to put into words. Her silence is her consent for the most part, if she had been anyone else, I would have made her talk, but Dove is not like most other women, once she accepts something, she does with her entire being, and there are no words according to her, that convey the depth of her emotions at such times.

We ate our breakfast and talked about other things. We told each other how our individual week had gone and then we did the dishes together. It was Saturday morning and raining outside, so no trips to the park today to jog or walk or ride our bikes. Today was an indoor day.

After the dishes were done we heard a clap of thunder and lightening lit up the dark stormy skies outside. The lights flickered a few times before going out. I helped to get a few candles together but because it was still day time the sky even though darkened still provided enough light so we didn't have to light too many of the candles. We lit 4 and she asked about the lantern from our camping trip.

"If the electric stays out like this and it starts to get towards evening, we can light it then." I told her.

We settled down onto the couch and cuddled close. We talked softly as we lay together with her back up against my chest and my arms wrapped around the front of her. I began to lightly play with her nipple through her shirt. I rolled it back and forth between two fingers, I heard one of her soft moans, and then I asked.

"Dove." I whispered. "Tell me how you feel about last night."

"Can't we please talk about something else for now? At least until I can gather up all of my thoughts?"

"Sure, we can do that, Honey. I just thought you might feel like talking to me a little."

I felt her inhale a little deeper than normal and she twisted just slightly so I could play with her nipple with a little more ease, another moan.

Still whispering softly to her, "I just thought you might be ready to talk about how it felt to have my cum splash against your face like that…" I felt a slight tremor run through her. Ahhhh….I had my answer. She only trembles like that when she's getting excited and is trying her best to fight it. I had my answer, and now I can play a little word game with to get her going all over again.

"Well, it's okay if you don't feel up to talking just yet. But I just want to say that I really love that wild look in your eyes when you suck my cum off my fingers." Not only did she tremble again, but the quietest of moans fought to be heard over the thunder outside. I rolled her nipple just a bit harder. My other hand began to lightly tease up and down her arm.

She wanted to squirm but couldn't, not the way I was holding her. She tried to settle back against me again. My fingertips tickled down her arm and to her hand, over the snap of her cut off shorts, I undid them and slid the zipper down. I slowly reached inside of her shorts, finding her clit; it was so hard and throbbing. I flicked at it very lightly; her back arched a bit with another moan.

"Careful, my little Dove, one might get the impression that you may have enjoyed having cum dumped on that pretty soft skin and then have it smeared all over so I can see just what a little cum slut you are."

This time the moan was unmistakable. Her back stiffened against me, and she shook as I told her to go ahead and cum. A nice soft orgasm, but that's ok, because I had plans on making her scream her song for me before the day was out.

She settled back against me once again and sighed. My hand rested against her mound and the fingers that had playfully rolled her nipple now caressed and was tender.

"Steve," she whispered. "

"Yes, my little Dove?"

"Why is some things so hard?"

"Hard? What do you mean? Hard to do, or hard to…. accept?" I paused before adding the word accept. I knew what she was asking, but I needed her to be able to put it into words.

She paused before whispering, "I guess, hard to accept. Why is it so hard?"

"Because you are fighting to let go of all the societal norms, things that you have believed and or were taught were wrong to do, let alone enjoy."

She turned and I had to pull my hand from inside her shorts and bring my arms around to hold her. She looked up at my face, God she is beautiful, and at times like this her youthful innocence is so intoxicating.

"You mean, like the anal stuff, it's the same thing we talked about then too."

"Yes." I told her as I nodded my head. "Just like then, this is more of the same thing."

"I see." She said. "But," she added before turning back to lay against me, "it feels different some how."

Settled back against once more "Steve?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Why don't you ever make me call you Sir or Master?"

I smiled at her question, I had been thinking earlier in the week that it would soon be time to answer that question.

"Honey, I just don't believe in all of that. You often call me Sir, but it is because you feel it at that moment. To make you call me that, to make it a rule, makes the gesture hollow and the respect in which is intended, empty. As for Master or any other dominant title like, Lord, no, dove, I prefer for you to use my name. Titles reduces what we do down to a game for me, and I simply do not want that."

She wiggled around again and kissed me as she giggled, "Yes, Sir!" I promptly but playfully swatted her behind and I heard an exaggerated mmmmmmmm.

"Ok, my little slut, get your tiny little ass in that bedroom and strip, it's time you show me what a slut truly is."

To be Cont:

Steve

P.s. I want to thank all of those who have emailed me about this story. You each have encouraged me to continue on, I just hope you are all still enjoying the story of my dove.

Dove got up and bounced into the bedroom. I stood in the doorway and watched her strip for me, slowly and teasingly. I smiled at her, what a little minx she can be.

Now she stood naked and beautiful. I walked a little into the room and held out my hand, she came to me without hesitation. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss me. I placed my arms around and held her close for a moment.

Dove," I said softly, "go over to the chair and sit down, sit on the very edge, I want you to play for me."

Her eyes widened at what I just told her I wanted. Her face flushed and she appeared almost frozen where she stood.

"You mean…" the end of her sentence trailed off as she swallowed hard. She knew what I wanted; I wanted her to play while I watched. I would see how she would touch herself; she would follow my directions and do as she was told. Someone would be watching her. She shivered, and stepped closer to me looking up into my eyes, pleading.

"Steve…please." she whispered. "I don't think I can do something like that. It's just too…humiliating."

I raised an eyebrow at her last word. Humiliating. I didn't have to say a word; she already knew why I wanted this. I thought I heard a stifled little whimper as she turned and moved towards the chair. I held back the sly grin that wanted to spread across my face as I thought to myself, "if she only knew what I had planned for beyond this little gesture of her playing for me." But I managed to hold the grin in abeyance.

She seated herself on the edge of the chair. She looked at me as if to see some signal for her to begin or as if looking for a suggestion as to what to do. She got not a word. I walked over to her nightstand and took out a few of her personal toys and laid them close to her, I didn't tell her she had to use them or not, I only said they were there if she needed them. I got out two small pieces of rope and used them to tie her ankles to the legs of the chair, I then got a larger piece and tied one end just above her knee and brought the rope around the back of the chair and tied the other end to the other knee. Now she was unable to close her legs.

I wanted her to be able to do this for me but I also knew she would need help, that's what the ropes were for, but I still felt that she needed a little more encouragement to send her on her way. So many times I have seen a submissive fail because a dominant has told them what to do, given an order but at the same time they have held back the tools and aid to help the submissive to succeed. In a D/s relationship you have a partnership, it takes both sides of the dynamic to achieve success. It takes both partners willing to exchange knowledge, as well as emotions and skills to have a balance where both partners are fulfilled not just physically but mentally and emotionally. I wanted her to be all she could be, and as her dominant I had an obligation to do what I could to help her achieve that. So I got out the clip and clamps from the night before and put them on her nipples and clit. I took 4 clothespins and placed them on her lips and taped them back against her legs.

Spread open and vulnerable. Her eyes looked dreamy, she was now in her mindset and able to easily do what I wanted, the look of desire and will to please shown beautifully in her gaze, the dim candlelight of the room only helped to enhance the exquisiteness of her face. Her breathing was steady but a little deeper as her eyes locked onto mine. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her begin.

Slowly she ran her fingertips over her body. She played lightly with the nipples held tightly within the grasp of the clamps. Her delicate fingers reached the entrance of her pussy, she was wet and ready to fulfill my wish and put on her little show for me.

Drawing out her own juices to bring it up to her clit, so hard and exposed with the aid of the clip she lightly flicked it and moaned. Over and over she played, touching herself the way I would have touched her, bringing herself to the edge of an orgasm and then holding it back, only to rebuild it several times. She was so beautiful, her hands moving so lovingly over herself, needing to find her release but needing to let it build. Then when I thought she finally reached that point of no return, I watched as this little minx of mine reached over with one hand to the table next to her, while still rolling her clit furiously with the other, she picked up the lit candle and dripped it over her own nipples. She came as soon as the warm wax ran down over her. She cried out, but still not that beautiful song I know she is so capable of.

I was so proud of her, I knelt down in front of her and took the candle away and placed it back it's holder and removed the clamps and clip. I lowered my face to taste her sweetness that now covered her thighs. I took her clit into my mouth and sucked as I removed each pin from her spread lips. She came again and again as each pin was slowly removed.

I stood up after the pins and things were gone, only the ropes remained. Her breathing had slowed back to a normal rhythm and her skin glowed with her arousal. She looked up as if to ask if I was going to untie her. But instead I just asked her if she was ready to continue. Her eyes widen again as they had done at the beginning of this little scene. I grinned at her, and told her, "Oh no, my dove, you are not done showing me just yet. You still have yet to show me what a wanton little slut you can be."

"But, I'll tell what, I will give you one more thing to help you with this task. Before I gave you the clip and clamps, but now I have a new toy for you. A surprise I got for just this special occasion. Would you like to see it now? Or would you prefer I make you earn it?"

She swallowed hard, she was curious but yet nervous as to what I could have possibly decided to add to her little growing toy box of delectable treasures.

"I'm waiting for answer."

"Please, may I have my new surprise, Sir?"

"Very well put, my love." I said mockingly as I clapped my hands. I went to the duffle bag that lay on the floor of her closet. I took out the bag from inside. I had already washed and prepared it for use and placed it back in the box inside the bag to wait for this moment. Her face reddened but I wasn't sure if it was due to me mocking her with a little humiliation or the sight of the size of the new toy.

"I—I---God Steve, there is just no way THAT thing is going to fit inside of me!" she said in an almost near panic.

"Yes, it will, don't you worry. You will see, it will fit."

"What," she swallowed hard and with a trembling voice, "What is that thing on the end of it?"

"That my little slut is a hand pump. Once the dildo is inside of that tight little fuck hole of yours, you will squeeze the bulb and the dildo will inflate a little. Spreading you wider and wider with each squeeze."

"No way, Steve!" I cannot, no, I will not do that!"

"Are you telling me that you are invoking your safe word?" That stopped her in mid sentence.

"no---no, I—Oh God Steve, how is that going to fit? I'm a very small person?" She said with tears in her eyes.

"Now come on dove, you can take this, you took three of my fingers last night and this is no wider in the state it's in now than my fingers were last night. Once it's in, you can gradually inflate it, it will not harm you if used correctly. And I promise you, you will enjoy the sensation of being spread open like the little fuck slut you are."

She shivered at being called a slut and I heard her moan when I had mentioned my fingers. I handed her the new toy and gave her the bottle of Astro Glide to help her.

"Oh, and love? Once you get it inside, before you begin to inflate it, I want you to stop and I'll tell you then what I want before you continue on, understood?"

"Yes, Sir,-------understood." She whispered back.

With her eyes gleaming with threatened tears she took the dildo from my hand and I sat back on the bed to watch her. She coated it with Astro Glide and began to play it back and forth over her lovely shaved pussy. I began to instruct her.

"Now place the tip just inside."

I moved down onto the floor close enough to watch her. Her lips opened a little to accept the new toy. I reached up and pressed my thumb against her clit and slowly began to rub from side to side. I heard her moan and I told her to take it a little more.

Slowly her lips widen as she inserted the end inside of herself. It took minutes for her to work in, finally it was about half way in and I heard her breathing change. I looked up at her to see if it was pain or pleasure she was fighting. I stopped my thumb from stimulating her, and she cried out for me to please not stop. I placed the flat of my hand on the end of the dildo, I began to rub my thumb harder over her clit, she cried out and begged to cum. I told her to let go and cum and just as the wave hit her full force I pushed on the end of the dildo making it slid all the way in.

She gasped and panted, she was cumming but yet it hurt her to be so full, still she enjoyed it and I let her cum at will. Her body was shaking so much that I took my hands and soothed her, I talked to her in a hushed voice. I was proud of her, I called her a good girl, slowly she calmed herself.

I went over to the bedside and poured a glass of water and brought it to her, "Drink." I said.

Holding the glass to her lips she drank about half of the water in the glass. She paused and I held onto it in front of her face. She caught her breath and I brought it back to her lips, "Drink it, drink it all, and with your hands I want you to begin to fuck yourself with the dildo."

Her hands trembled and she moaned out loud as she began to try to move it in and out. It pulled at her because of it's size, she was barely able to move it, it was such a tight fit. She finished the water and I walked over to refill the glass again. I brought the glass back and made her drink. She fucked herself slowly and sipped the water I held in front of her. Finally two glasses of water was gone. I told to pick up one of the vibrators I had laid out for her. I sat close to watch, I took the bulb to inflate the dildo in my hand, I would inflate I said as she played for me.

"Come on my little dove, show me what a slut you can be."

Moving the dildo in and out which was now moving a little easier for her she picked up the vibrator and turned it on low and brought it to her clit.

"Yes," I cooed, "that's it, be my slut for me. Turn the vibe up to med."

As soon as the vibrator was turned up, she began to moan louder and louder. The dildo was moving with complete ease now. "Fuck it dove, fuck it for me real good. Show me what that fuck hole can take."

She was so close to cumming again, I squeezed the bulb once and the dildo inside of her expanded. She moaned louder even still. She wanted and needed to cum, but I wasn't ready for her to do that yet. I told her no. "Just keeping fucking that tight hole, slut." I ordered. I pumped the bulb again and she squealed. She came so had and so fast it made her shake.

"Did you just cum again without permission!"

She whimpered and moaned at the same time. She was still cumming but couldn't stop it no matter how hard she tried. I ordered her to stop trying to move the dildo and just feel it for now and calm down. I stood up and took the vibrator away from her. I looked down at her, "You really are quite the slut these days aren't you? Cumming without permission, fucking yourself in front of me, begging and pleading for more, I think it's time you have a little discipline don't you?"

Her eyes were glassier than I had ever seen them. She got her breathing under control and tears streamed down her face. "Please Steve, please may I take it out, it hurts a little and I have to pee."

I smiled, "Yes, I know you do. After drinking two glasses of water like that, any slut would need to pee."

She groaned, she already knew she wasn't going anywhere. I went to the bathroom and got out two towels and folded them into a squares and slid them under her. I got out more rope and tied her hands down to the arms of the chair. I picked up a crop and began to flick over the front of her body. I swatted lightly on her breasts, her stomach, the insides of her spread thighs. Tiny small pink welts began to raise up on her skin. Her thighs grew from pink to red as I continued. She was panting and gasping before I was through.

I untied the ropes and stood her up, the dildo held tight within her, she squirmed and begged again to be allowed to go pee. I shook my head no and moved her under the hanging lamp I had installed in her bedroom. I reached up and took the lamp down and put her suspension cuffs on her. I brought her arms up and hooked her to the chain that hung from the hook I had put into her ceiling. Which is why I hung the lamp so as not to draw attention by any vanilla visitors she might have. All they would see was a hanging lamp, no one was the wiser for the true purpose of that much stronger reinforced hook.

I got out the spreader bar and ankle cuffs and spread her legs wide. I placed the towels under her on the floor. I put the clamps and clip back on her and pumped the dildo once more. She was trembling so bad and straining to hold on to her water. I had her to drink half a glass more before I picked up a flogger and began to make her squirm, cry out and plead so sweetly.

With each swing of the flogger she turned redder and redder and her cries and moans grew louder and louder. I laid the larger flogger aside and got out a shorter softer one that I could lightly swat between her legs with, the tips of the tails stung her pinched clit and she cried out even more. I had never taken her quite so far before, but I still had yet to hear her safe word. I know she lost control several times and came without asking, but I wasn't going to stop her. I wanted her to lose it; I wanted that sweet surrender.

I reached down and turned the valve of the dildo to let off just a little of the air that inflated it. I moved around to her backside and placed a condom over my hard cock, I coated with Astro Glide and spread her ass cheeks wide and began to push myself inside her tight ass. The dildo still partially inflated made her even tighter than normal. I held a vibrator in my hand as I pushed more of my cock into her ass. I reached around once I was inside and placed the vibrator directly on her clit and I turned it on high.

My little doves morning song filled the air of the room. I felt her muscles squeeze me as she came hard, her muscles would milk my cock in her ass. I told her to let go, let go of it all I said, come from and pee. She lost control of both and she was flying. Flying higher than ever and I came inside the condom in her ass.

I removed myself slowly and then the deflated the dildo the rest of the way. I went and got a washcloth as she still hung there suspended and her head dangling down. I cleaned her up and took off the bar that held her legs spread open. I took her down from the hook overhead and held her close so she wouldn't fall.

We laid in bed for the longest time, me watching over her and soothing her, and she resting from her very busy Saturday morning.

It seemed to take hours for the welts and redness to fade from her body. But I applied lotion and soothed her all day long as the rain came down in a steady stream. I still have to smile at the irony of it, a steady stream outside and one inside.

Thanks for reading, I hope to add more later, maybe if I feel encouraged enough, I will soon tell you about how Dove reacted to a different watersport for her <WEG>.

Steve

Now I'm going to tell you tale of Dove getting a little more than she bargained for.

Dove and I had been seeing each other and playing for quite a while when she decided to try a little playfulness that led her to receive a little more than she had hoped. I remember vividly the day she awoke and climbed atop of me to wake me up.

We had fallen asleep at my apartment the night before, or rather, during the wee hours of the early morning after attending a demo and coming home to play half the night away. To my complete surprise Dove had awakened to a playful mood and not one of subdued floating she normally experienced the morning after.

My little Dove straddled me and I opened my eyes. She was grinning that little mischievous grin of hers as she bent down to kiss me awake.

Such a soft supple mouth she has. Her lips were warm and more than inviting. Her eyes danced with a sparkle that made me chuckle, "Oh, I have a feeling that today is a day that is going to be hard to satiate that overpowering drive you have."

She batted her eyes playing the innocent, why Sir, I have no idea what you mean!" look. God she was so incredibly adorable. I thought she was bending down a second time to plant another one of those morning kisses of hers, but instead of kissing my awaiting lips, she began to kiss her way down my body.

Of course I was hard, it was morning, and I have yet to know a male who didn't at that age wake without needing to pee first thing in the morning. I told her to stop as she neared my rigid member. If I allow her to go there I told myself, it will be next to impossible to stand up and piss.

I heard her giggle and she looked up smiling, "I don't want to stop, I want you in my mouth! I want to lick your cock, and ride you till I cum so hard it makes me squeeze around you so hard it hurts!" It would too, I said. But as soon as I got the last word out I felt the flat of her tongue licking up from the base of cock all the way to the tip. Her lips closed around the head and she sucked as hard as she could back down the length of me. Oh, my little Dove, was going to do a little playful bottom topping.

Topping from the bottom can be a good thing or a bad thing, it all depends on the motivation behind the action. Being as playful as she was that morning was the good way to top from below.

I knew there was no way I would be able to cum until I went to the bathroom, I also knew that this little playful girl that had my dick down her throat wasn't going to let go. I placed my hands on her head, played with her hair for just a second. I heard and felt the moan vibrate around my cock. I squeezed my hands into her hair and began to half lift and then push her backwards onto the bed. I ordered her to lift her legs and spread them. I told her to hold her ankles and not to let go. I was going to make her cum, then go to the bathroom, relieve myself and then spank her tiny little ass until it glowed.

With her holding her legs up and open her ass was a little off the surface of the bed. I couldn't help but think, "oh man, that ass is so sweet and so fuckable." I began to finger her wet pussy. In and out, two fingers, rubbing hard against her G-spot with each thrust. I lowered my mouth and sucked hard against her clit. She trembled and moaned as she grew quickly to that first orgasm of the day. I told to let go and cum, I think she was a little surprised how easy I was going, little did she know.

As soon as the orgasm ran through her and her juices flowed out of her and down over her upturned ass, I removed my fingers and inserted one coated finger into her ass. She groaned so softly and begged to be fucked. I smiled and told her not to worry, she was going to get fucked alright, and I inserted the second finger.

I pulled my fingers from her just long enough to pull her legs causing her scoot upwards on the bed. I reached over and grabbed a dildo and went back to inserting two fingers into her ass again. I handed her the dildo and told her to fuck herself with it.

My fingers moved in and out at a steady paced. She played with the dildo and I watched as she slowly inserted it at first, then as her growing arousal built she moved it faster and her breathing quickened. I ordered her to fuck herself harder. I wanted to see that dildo slamming in and out of her. The faster and harder she fucked that dildo, the harder and faster I fucked her ass with my two fingers. She came hard several times, crying out and filling the morning haze in the room with her sweet song.

She was so wet when I took the dildo from her and her eyes had that dreamy smoldering look that takes them from being so clear blue to a smoky gray, and she smiled and asked, "Going to fuck me now, Sir?" I smiled at her, I knew if I even tried I wouldn't be able to cum until I went to the bathroom. But, hey, never let it be said I didn't accommodate a lady begging.

I stood up, my cock was rigid it almost hurt. I stood there contemplating trying to satiate her desires or going to the bathroom and possibly having her lose the mood. As I was standing there, she dropped off the edge of the bed and down onto her knees, taking me into her mouth again. By instinct I grabbed her hair again and this time fucked her mouth and throat with the vigor that was missing earlier. Several minutes went by, her eyes watered and spilled their tears down over her cheeks. I let go of her hair and grabbed her wrist and the dildo and pulled her into the bathroom and we got into the tub.

She knelt inside the tub and placed her mouth over me once again as I reached over and around her to turn on the water of the shower. I pulled away from her, told her to begin to fuck herself again, I told her I wanted her to cum again fast. She moved the dildo in and out, I kept telling her to go harder, faster and her voice was raising with her own passion. I told her to lay back in the tub so I could see her better. Her hand slammed the dildo hard into herself.

Suddenly she begged to cum, I placed my hand on my cock and aimed it downward between her legs. I told her to go ahead and cum and just as her body began it's tremble and shake of her newest orgasm I let go.

As soon as the stream of warm piss hit her clit her hand stopped fucking the dildo in and out. I ordered her to continue, to fuck harder. She came again with a look of shock on her face at being pissed on. She came twice more for me as I pissed on her clit and it ran over her hand that was moving the dildo to fuck herself. The water flowed right along with the stream of piss and washed it all away. I stopped and she stopped. I squatted down and held her. She was silent but shaking from head to toe. In the silence of the bathroom, I washed her and talked to her softly. She said not a word but her eyes screamed through the walls of silence. I would never do that again to her in our relationship, at least, not without her knowing beforehand.

Steve

Having Dove tied for extended periods of time was something she and I found extremely erotic. Watching her move around as she wore nothing but a rope harness and hearing her breathing change, as the restriction kept her aroused was often more than even my mind could sometimes handle. I always tried to tell myself that this time would be different. I would control my own reactions and deny and control her orgasms, as well as controlling mine till the end of the day. But her body, the graceful way she moved, the sweet moans that held the power to make my heart thump and my cock so hard it hurt would always win out in the end. This woman is the only woman I have ever known that could get so under my skin and turn me on to the point I could get hard and perform sexually multiple times throughout a given day. I am about to tell you about one such day.

It was one of those weekends where she had to work on Saturday morning at a local park, umpiring for a little league game. This is something she did to earn extra money to pay for school. I had avoided taking her out the night before, so she would be rested and mentally alert for the game, but I had planned as soon as the game was over and we got back to her small apartment that we would spend the rest of the weekend in some form of play or another.

Once the game was over she removed the gear she wore and placed it in the trunk. She was hot and in bad need of something cool to drink. I handed her a cold bottle of water and we got into the car to go home. I knew she was tired and the heat only made that worse, but I wanted her to know that I was now taking charge of the weekend, and of her. I watched her take another drink as I shifted gears and accelerated onto the freeway, and she reclined her seat back to rest.

"Dove," I said a little to loud which made her jump. "Open your legs."

She gave me one of those sideways glances that said, "Oh you have got to be kidding." I looked back at her with a raised eyebrow.

"I do believe I said NOW!"

"Steve…I am…" She said but didn't finish her sentence, she knew it was futile and would end up getting herself in more trouble than it was worth. She opened her legs and looked back at me with that twisted up mouth she always gets when she's about to push the edge of sassiness.

"Okay, they're open, now what?"

I had to smile, I love this about her, she won't cross that line at first, but she will take that mouthiness just so far to help make things a little more interesting later. I started the mental count of how many playful swats she began to rack up that I would be more than willing to deliver once we got home.

Dove's love for light humiliation was growing at a rapid rate. To date, she loved being called my little slut and a few other pet names as well as implied public play. She knew that almost no one would be able to see her as she was reclined in her seat if I had her to play, that is, except for maybe a truck driver or two that might pass us by. But the thrill of the possibility of being seen always turned her face a bright red and her pussy flowing wet. So I gave her the order to play. I told her to slide her fingers inside her shorts and play with her clit. But I also told her she better not cum before we got home or else.

I heard her sigh and she hesitated for just a second or two, I could tell she struggled with wanting to sit up and check out the other moving vehicles around us. But finally with another soft sigh she slid her fingers under the band of her shorts and panties and began to play.

I reached over and pulled her top and bra up, exposing her breasts with those sweet tiny light pink perfect nipples. I didn't have to pinch her left nipple to make them both hard; they were already standing proud but I who could resist not doing it anyway? So I lightly squeezed the beautiful little nub and rolled it between my thumb and middle finger. Not too hard I told myself, just enough pressure to send that thrill along her body. I heard a soft moan and watched her as she slightly twitched with her arousal. She closed her eyes and just laid back and enjoyed the sensations.

With her eyes closed and her fingers working fast she was totally unaware of the truck that had started to pass us but decided to keep pace so he could enjoy the show. I knew by her sounds and her slight squirming that she was close to cumming and was struggling to hold it back. I smiled and began rolling her nipple a little harder, pushing her closer to that pending orgasm.

"Dove," I said softly, "Open your eyes and look where we are."

She was already trembling as she fought to hold back, she opened her eyes and looked up at the window, the truck driver, smiling widely tipped the edge of his ball cap and then blow his horn. Dove gasped but it was too late, the excitement at being caught, being seen and the struggle to maintain collided and she came so hard that it caused her to pull her legs up as well as raising up off her back. The car filled with her scent and her moans.

Quickly she lifted her hand to pull her shirt and bra back into place. Her face was flaming red, and I was laughing as I reminded her of what a little slut she was. The truck blow his horn once more in appreciation and then sped off around us.

She reached down to bring the seat back up into position and she was silent. Her face still burning red and her body trembling, I was unable to determine if her silence was more embarrassment or anger.

"Dove, I do believe I told you, not to cum before we got home. Look at you. We are still only half ay home and you're such a slut that you can't even control yourself that far. You know that when we get home you'll have to pay for that loss of control, don't you?"

She bit her bottom lip and lowered her eyes as she shook her head in acknowledgement. The rest of the drive home was spent in complete silence.

I pulled into the small gravel parking lot outside of her small apartment and parked the car. We got out and went inside.

"Go shower and prepare yourself for your punishment." I said.

She walked silently into the bathroom and showered. When she came back out, she was all fresh and her hair was wet and combed back. She was nude and her eyes already had that soft look of contrition. She looked to find me standing by her kitchen table; I had removed everything and had placed ropes on each leg. It wasn't a large table, her head would hang over the edge and so would her feet. But I told her to come to me and lay face down onto the table.

She did as she was told, knowing that argument would only mean more swats that might just be harder and colder instead of hoping for them to be lighter and more playful.

Once she was on the table I could see she was struggling with not knowing if this was going to be a hard cold punishment or just a preliminary to play.

"Dove, I told you back in the car not to cum, but you did anyway. You liked that man seeing you act like the little slut you are. You got off on being watched. Didn't you?"

She laid her head down and turned it away from me.

"Dove! I asked you a question! I expect an answer!"

"Please, Steve, I don't want…."

"You don't want what, Dove? You don't want to admit that you're a slut? You don't want to admit that you liked being watched? Or is it that you just don't want to answer me all together?"

She turned her face back towards where I was standing, I could see her swallow hard and tears already forming and threatening to spill over the edges of her lashes. She struggled to answer. She still couldn't understand why she likes the humiliation that she does. I bent down to open the bag of toys I had gotten from the bedroom while she showered and took out the largest of the 3 plugs we now had and the lube. She closed her eyes and shivered. I had always used one of the smaller ones first before getting out this one, this time she knew she would have to take the larger plug without being prepared with the smaller ones first.

One thing that Dove had always struggled with, was me asking her to spread her ass cheeks open and hold them open for me, exposing herself and the vulnerability of her tight little ass. Holding her pussy lips open she could manage without difficulty but not holding her ass cheeks apart. I gave the order for her to reach back and open herself up.

The tears that threatened before now flowed freely over her cheeks. Her hands trembled as she reached back and pulled her cheeks apart. I placed a small amount of lube at the entrance of her ass, another small amount on the plug. Normally I would have coated it better, but this time I wanted her to feel the resistance of it going in just a bit. I placed the tip of it at her hole and began to push gently into her.

She tightened up at first but knew there was no point in resisting the inevitable. She tried to relax, the tip of the large plug entered her ass and I heard her groan as her instinct to fight it was held back. I backed it back out and reentered her again. Over and over slipping more of it inside of her with each push forward. Finally she had taken it about half way, the plug was now beginning to widen and she struggled to remain still. I held it still for a few seconds at its widest point. Her fingers were losing the grip that held her so exposed.

"I said, hold yourself open, Dove!"

She regained her hold and held herself open wider and I told her to take a deep breath, and as she inhaled to do so I pushed the plug fast and hard inside of her. A small half scream filled the room and then sobs.

I didn't admonish her for the tears; I just simply paid them no mind as I began to tie her ankles with the ropes already tied to the legs of the table. Next would be her hands. Her head dangled over the edge and the tears fell to the floor beneath her.

Finally I had her tied, both hands, both feet, plug buried deep inside of her ass, now I was ready to begin the swats.

I picked up the one paddle I knew held no erotic sensations for her. It was a long oblong shaped leather paddle. She saw it hanging from my hand before I raised it up, she shivered, but the paddle struck in mid tremble and the crying now began full force. Ten strong well-placed swats were given. By the eighth swat her struggles were more controlled. Her sobs were still there, but the resolve that this was going to happen no matter how hard she fought it was going to take place, had sat in and she just accepted it.

The swats weren't that hard, I have paddled her much harder before, but the mere thought of them with that paddle was all I really needed to get her to a point where fight was not an option. The swats were over. I untied her hands, and told her to reach back again and open her ass cheeks for me.

Tears still flowed again as her trembling fingers reached back and spread herself open for me. I took the lube as I pulled the plug out just a bit and applied more around her stretched ass. I think she thought I would remove it, and was surprised to feel not only the additional lube being applied but the plug was now sliding back into place and back out. I fucked her for several strokes while reaching under her to pinch and roll her clit. I waited and continued at a steady rhythm until I heard that first moan of pleasure. Then I slid the plug back into place and gave her a soft barehanded swat to her ass.

"You can let go of your ass now, slut." I said to her.

I untied her ankles and helped her off the table. She moved awkwardly because of the plug in her ass, but managed just fine. I helped her to stand and ordered her to stand with her legs spread. I then began to tie the rope harness, which would help to hold the plug in place, and prevent it from slipping from her body.

It takes time and patience to tie a harness, all those exquisite little knots, the rope pulling and tugging in delicate places, the slight pressure that slowly builds in each breast as they are bound, be careful not to tie it too tight, because you want it to stay a sensual sensation and not one of discomfort or danger of discoloring. Her nipples grew harder as the pressure built, nipple clamps only enhancing their beauty. Her eyes, shining in their glassy state, my little Dove, ready to be taken and played with till she soars so high she will sing her song for me.

Tying a vibrator to the inside of her leg so that just the tip of it lays gently over the tip of her clit, pins pinching her lower lips and held in place to spread her open with the rope harness that now winds around her legs. She moans so sweetly as I pick up the first flogger and begin to lightly run it over her skin.

Her skin begins to glisten, she wants that vibrator turned on in the worse way but fights to hold back the pleading to beg for it like the little pain slut she is. She wants to feel that flogger strike she craves that pain. I hear a little moan as the tails drag across her clit.

"Please…." She softly whispers and swallows hard.

"Please, Steve, make it hurt so good." She continues to whisper so seductively.

I smile just before kissing her once. I stepped back and raised the flogger to strike. No groan from pain, just a low soft moan of pleasure as she begins to feel the erotic pain she thrives on.

Striking again and again, softly, lightly so that her skin glows a soft pink. Her legs tremble and her knees begin to buckle. I move her to the bedroom and fasten her to the ceiling hook. I pick up the next flogger, the heavier one in one hand, the softer one in the other. Alternating strikes, soft strikes with the lighter flogger, harder strikes with the heavier one. Moans fill the room and growing in intensity. I stop long enough to turn the vibrator on. She squirms and squeals. The floggers begin again.

She pleads to cum, and after several minutes I stop and move close, I hold my fingers at her entrance and tell her to let go and cum. She throws her head back and as she begins to allow the orgasm to run through her body, my fingers thrust up into her, hard and I play against her G-spot.

"Yes, my little Dove, cum for me. Cum nice and hard and then you can suck me."

I was so hard and I need relief. I let her down before the string of orgasms that coursed through her could subside. She dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth. She waited for my hands in her hair. I looked into her eyes, my thick cock spreading her mouth wide around me, her nose just a fraction away from my skin she holds me so deep into her throat. I pulled away.

The look of surprise was so clear as her eyes widened. I took her by the wrist and pushed her against the bed, I made her move till her head was off the end. I straddled her face and again she took me into her throat. I fucked her hard, holding her by the throat. The rope still holding her snuggly, the vibrator still tied to her leg. I reached down pulling it free from the rope holding it in place and I fucked her hard with it. Just as I filled her throat with cum she came again, as I continued to fuck her with the vibrator.

She gagged on my cum and cock. She had never been throat fucked like that in that position before so instead of swallowing me as she always did, she lost part of it and it smeared her beautiful face.

She was so close to flight, but I wasn't done. I was still hard, I couldn't believe it, I was still so hard I knew I could go again.

I pulled her from the bed and stood her up again. I pulled the rope aside in back and removed the plug, after playing with it for a few minutes. I twisted it in and out, making her moan and squirm, finally I eased it from her body and she relaxed.

I took off the clamps and sucked her nipples hard, making her squeal and moan with a new orgasm. I laughed and called her a slut.

I walked away from and sat down in the chair in her room. I told her to drop and crawl to me. Knowing that the rope would pull and tug with each movement. She reached me and I looked down at her.

"Dove, I forgot to have you get me a few things from the toy bag. I'm afraid, my love you will just simply have to crawl back over there and retrieve the items for me and crawl back here. However, since I want several items, you will have to make several trips because I want you to bring them to me using your lovely little pouty mouth. Now, the first thing I want is my crop. Now crawl over there and then crawl back. With it in your mouth."

I watched her as she crawled away, the rope pulling and tugging ever so sweetly in tender places. She got the crop and placed it in her mouth and crawled back.

"Very good!" I told her. "Now I want the eight inch dildo."

This I knew would be difficult for her to carry back to me with using only her mouth, but I watched her and felt great pride as she figured out on her own just how to carry it. After trying several times to place it in her mouth sideways and not being able to hold it she placed the tip of it in her mouth and carried it as it dangled below her chin. Reaching me, out of breath and letting it drop into my awaiting hand.

"Good girl! I told her, and her eyes glared at me as she waited for the next instructions.

"Dove, why the stare down? Are you not liking to get the items that you will enjoy and that will amuse me as your Master?"

She bit her lower lip and then apologized for the hurtful look as she called it. I stroked her hair and told her that was ok, I would take care of it in a few minutes.

With a shiver she asked if there were to be any other item that I would need. I nodded and watched her sag against the tight rope when I told her yes, several items actually.

"Yes, several items, actually. Next I want you to crawl over and get me the vibrating bullet."

She crawled once again to the opened bag and got out the bullet I had requested. Placing the wire in her mouth and allowing the control end to dangle on one side and the bullet on the other she crawled back. This time she was almost panting upon her return.

"Dove, is there something wrong? Is there something you need?"

"Ohhhhh God, please Steve."

"Please what my Darling?"

"The rope, please, please take it off or let me cum. It's pulling at me and I don't think I can hold it back much longer."

"Is that so? Well now, that is quite a dilemma isn't it?"

"Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee!" she begged.

"Well now let me see. I think you should lay back on the floor and bring your knees to your chest and hold them open nice and wide for me, don't you?"

In less than a second Dove had laid back against the floor and held her knees bent towards her chest and open, exposing her pussy so soaked and bright pink. I got down on my knees between her parted legs, I began to stroke my hard cock, her eyes wide and wild with her frustration.

"Please Steve, please, may I cum? May I please suck you and cum with you as you fill my throat again?"

I looked at the tip of my cock, precum oozed out and was ready to drip off the tip. I stopped and picked up the bullet, I pulled the rope back and placed the bullet underneath. The rope now holding it snuggly against her throbbing clit; I held the control in my hand, I knew as soon as I turned it on it would only take a second or two for her to cum. I began stroking my cock again. Again she begged to suck me, I smiled and asked her how much did she want it. She pleaded thrashing her head side to side; she promised to do anything I wanted if I would only allow her to take me into her mouth. I simply said no. I made her watch as I stroked faster and faster, the precum dripped and ran down the inside of her thigh. I was nearing my own orgasm when I flipped on the control to the bullet. She moaned so loud it made my cock jerk in my hand. I began to cum, and watched as it shot out across her opened legs and up onto her stomach. I groaned and told her to cum with me.

I love watching this girl cum. She squirms so sweetly and her face takes on this beautiful earthy glow, her eyes glaze over and her entire body becomes like liquid movement. Her sweet sounds filled the air and sang directly to my heart.

Flashing thoughts went running through my mind as to what to do next. Should I dip my fingers into my own cum coating her porcelain like skin and feed it to her? Or should I make her wear it as she crawls to get what else I will need? Yes, I think that should be it, she should not be able to taste me again just yet, make her beg and plead more. I gave her exposed pussy a nice soft swat and told her to get back on her hands and knees and crawl to the bag.

Before she could crawl away I had to remove the bullet so she wouldn't get tangled in the wire, and she began to crawl towards the bag. Once she was there she looked back to ask what it was I would need.

"I need a condom and I need the toothpaste."

She shivered at the sound of the last word. I knew she both loved and hated that sensation. She loved how it could be used so erotically, but she hated how I could use it to torment her.

She retrieved the items and crawled back. Bringing herself into a kneeling position, her butt resting on her calves with her legs spread open, God what a sight she made! On the table next to the chair I sat in laid her collar, I fastened it around her neck and then fastened her cuffs to the rings on the side of the collar. I opened the toothpaste and squeezed out a very small amount. I reached down between her legs and rubbed it into her clit. Within seconds she was moaning from the tingling, which would only intensify before it would fade away.

I picked up my crop and began to lightly swat between her legs, first low at the mouth of her wet pussy, then higher on her throbbing clit. Just light soft swats alternating with a nice sliding motion along her entire hot little slit. Tap, tap, tap against her skin, then as I listened for the change in breathing, I smacked the insides of her thighs. Before I was done, Dove had dozens of small red welts raising up between her legs.

Her breathing was hard now and she dripped from her own wetness. Her scent was intoxicating and made my cock harder yet. The rope holding her snuggly would have to come off soon so I could fuck her and make her squeeze that exquisite pussy around me. I brought the crop up to her breasts and her eyes met mine. I held it against one nipple and watched as her lips parted slightly, her tongue ran over her bottom lip to moisten it so she could speak.

"Steve," she whispered, "Please?"

I smiled, I didn't need clarification, I knew what the rest of her request was. With a slight snap of my wrist I struck the nipple lightly. She moaned louder than before, she pleaded for more. Over and over across each breast I allowed her to feel what she begged for with her eyes. Then her tummy, between the opened spaces of the harness.

When I stopped her body lunged forward just slightly as she panted and tried to regain her breathing. I pulled the knot of the harness to release it. I removed the rope and picked her up and laid her softly against the bed. I pressed the bullet into her hand and told her to hold it to her clit, I slipped on the condom and entered her as she came.

I wanted to fuck her hard, so I pounded against her body, she screamed and moaned as she came at will. I pulled from her and rolled her over, her ass was coated with her own cum, my condom-covered cock was slick from her and I entered her ass with ease. I gave her the dildo to fuck herself with, we fell into a steady rhythm with each other. As I would enter her ass, the dildo slid out of her pussy and vice versa. It only took another couple of minutes before we were both cumming together.

Laying together with me holding my trembling flying Dove, what a wonderful way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

Steve