Sub Southern Girl in Minnessota Ch. 06

Submissive Southern Girl in Minnesota VI Rule Changes

After a night spent nursing on Master’s cock as he slept, I decided that I belonged with Master full time. I told him while I was riding his wonderous cock, and he had rolled me over in a welcome home fuck. He was so anxious for me to be there full time that he didn’t even remove his cock from my cunt before arranging for a truck from his company to be at my apartment at noon.

After we had moved most of my wardrobe to the second bedroom and moved the contents from my bathroom into the one serving, that bedroom, Master had me strip and put on my cuffs, leather collar and attached my leash.

Master led me down into the dungeon, clipped my wrist cuffs together behind my back, and had me kneel in front of him as he ran his hands over my body bringing me to fever pitch.

Master finally spoke, “I cannot begin to tell you how pleased and honored I am that you have decided to be here, to be mine full time. However, you are still my submissive, and being here full time requires some changes to your rules.” With that Master stopped caressing me and just looked deep into my eyes.

Master continued, “Some of the rule changes recognize that you still have a life outside this house. Others reflect you taking some responsibility for running this household. Others are just because they please me.

Master resumed caressing my body, tweaking my nipples, feeling the wetness in my cunt, and running his fingers through my hair. He kept my body on edge.

Master continued, “In the first group, on workdays, after you wake me as you usually do, when I dismiss you, you are to crawl to your bedroom and get ready. Once you are ready to either to go to the office or work from here, you may walk to the kitchen and fix our breakfasts. If going to the office, bring your clothes for work down to the maid’s closet. Also, unless you are on my leash, you may use bathrooms in the house as needed.

Master had me so on edge I was having trouble following what he was saying, but it sounded like he was making reasonable accommodation for when I was going into the office. I moaned as Master started to finger my cunt, curling his fingers into my g-spot.

Master pulled his wet fingers out of my cunt and placed them in my mouth for me to clean, and to help me focus before he continued.

Once Master thought I had regained focus he continued, “The maid service is here on Thursday, I will show you their contract, you are to give them notice of anything beyond the contract that needs to be done.

Master withdrew his fingers from my mouth, and I reached over, unbuckled and unzipped Sir’s pants. He rose enough for me to lower them past his knees and I attacked his cock, kissing and licking it taking it as deep into my mouth as I could in one movement. I needed to cum, but more than that, I needed to please my Master.

Master smiles and takes a firm grip on my head sliding my head down until he feels a slight gag as his cock reaches the entry to my throat. Smiling he holds me there and a caress his cock with my tongue, feeling every curve, every vein. Master slowly pushes me back and as his cock slides through my mouth, my tongue explores even more of my Master’s cock. As the head of Master’s cock reaches my lips, my tongue can now circle the head of his cock, flick slowly across the opening, tasting the precum, the promise of more to come.

Master starts to pull me back down his cock, I try to relax my throat knowing where Sir is heading. I only gag slightly as Master reaches and pushes down into my throat, cutting off my air. Master is looking deep into my eyes, watching me, loving me. Master sees my first sign of distress from lack of air and slowly retreats out of my throat, but only allowing me a short few seconds to refill my lungs before again entering my throat. Sir sets a pattern, deep in my throat for a time and then retreating for me to breathe for a much shorter period, before once again into my throat.

Understanding Master’s pattern allows me to relax, knowing Master is using me, not testing me. My whole body starts responding to Master’s face fucking me. My nipples were already rock hard, but my cunt starts clenching every time goes deep into my throat. I’m sure I’m making a huge wet area under my cunt as I can feel the wetness running down my thighs. If I could, I would be begging Master to fuck me, but all I can do is moan around Master’s cock.

I feel Master’s cock growing even larger in my throat. Master pulls me back until he is just inside my lips and the first jet lands on my tongue. I savor the taste of Master as jet after jet lands on my tongue, filling my mouth. Master then surprises me, Sir pulls out of my mouth and jet after jet lands on my face as Master paints my face with his cum. My eyes are burning as some runs into them, but I keep them open to see the smile on Master’s face.

I open my mouth to show Master what he has given me there, then swallow before taking Master’s cock back into my mouth to lick and suck it clean, making sure that I have it all. Master took his handkerchief and gently wiped the cum out of my eyes. They still stung, but I could now see Master’s smile clearly.

Master asked, “Feel better?

I answered honestly, “Yes Sir, better. But still very much in need of being fucked hard by Master.”

Master responded, “As you should be.”

Master paused for a moment and continued, “Some things have not changed. The maid’s closet is still where you change from what you wear outside this house to what is allowed inside. Inside you will wear: heels, cuffs, collar, and plug. Your office attire is unchanged, heels, suspender hose or stockings, unpadded bra, and an above the knee skirt or dress. For both a red thong and liner may be worn as needed during that time of the month.”

Master looked at me as if expecting an answer. While I had only dim recollection of what Master had said, I replied, “Yes Sir.”

Master smiled and said, “I doubt you have a clue what I have said about your new rules, but I still expect you to follow the, and will punish you when you don’t.”

With that Master released my wrist cuffs, took my leash and led me crawling over to the new massage table. Sir helped me onto the table, on my knees, ass high, chest down. Master walked over to one of the cabinets and I saw him take a small leather paddle I’d heard him call a slapper.

When Master returned, he announced, “I am now responsible for your nightly spanking. It will take whatever form I choose and will include any punishment for minor infractions from the day.”

As I was digesting what Master had just said my right butt cheek lit on fire from Master’s first swat. By the time Master finished with twenty on each butt cheek my ass was on fire, and my cunt was gushing. At least part of the swats on my butt also caught my plug sending shocks straight up my ass.

Master helped me rollover onto my back. The twenty on each tit were much lighter than the blows to my ass, but more than enough for them to join the fire engulfing my body. The twenty on my cunt were relatively light, the two I got on my thighs as reminders to not close my legs were by far the heaviest of the whole group. I could swear I could hear splashing sounds as Master finished spanking my cunt. I smiled inwardly at my own joke of my cunt drowning while burning up.

Master grabbed my hips and slid me down to the end of the table before going balls deep in on quick hard thrust. I swear I heard a splash as Master drove his cock into my soaking burning cunt. I’ve talked before about the difference between Master fucking me and Master making love with me. This was pure fucking. Master started long, hard and deep and never relented.

I came almost immediately, my body going rigid, my throat screaming, my cunt clenching trying unsuccessfully to catch Master’s cock. Master didn’t miss a beat, his deep hard rhythm unchanged by my clenching cunt. As I came down a little from my climax I noticed Master’s pubic bone smashing into my freshly spanked cunt, one part of my fuddled brain registered pain, but the pleasure center kept calling for more and harder.

My second orgasm came quickly and without warning, I really hadn’t come down from the first one when it hit. Ripples started running up and down my cunt, my heels moved onto Master’s hips, responding to the pleasure center’s call, trying to make Master fuck me harder.

Now my orgasm in continuous, the ripples running up and down my cunt, Kegels rigid in their futile attempt to capture Master’s cock, my throat a constant moan. Master took the slapper and started lightly spanking my nipples again adding to the fire consuming me. Master stopped with the slapper and I reached up and grabbed my nipples, twisting letting their sensation add even more to my fire.

Master drives even harder into my bruised cunt and I feel spasm after spasm as Sir unload deep in my cunt. Even as Master stops cumming, but still deep in my cunt, I continue abusing my nipples as my body slowly begins to come back under control.

Master finally withdraws from my cunt and scoops two fingers full of his cum and feeds it to me before and I lick and suck his cock clean. Master attached clamps connected by a short chain with a weight in the middle to my nipples before helping back down onto my hands and knees on the floor. He sent me crawling up to my bedroom to get ready to go out for dinner.

Crawling with the weight on the clamps’ chain caused the weight to swing, giving even more pain to my abused nibs. Not knowing Masters plans for the evening, I removed the cuffs, collar, heels and plug, used the toilet, took an enema. I stuffed a wash rag in my mouth before I removed the clamps from my nipples, which was only partially successful in muffling my screams. I reluctantly showered Master’s cum off my face and out of my hair, released my enema, lubed and replaced the plug. I put the cuffs and collar back on and with some trepidation, reattached the clamps to my nipples before brushing out my hair, repairing my makeup and crawling back downstairs.