A New Domme/sub Relationship Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – A New Domme/sub Relationship Ch. 02 by NotaTitman,NotaTitman
MAC

I slept the sleep of the just or perhaps the fucked. However you look at it I slept well and woke up feeling more content than ever before. I quietly crept to the ensuite, had a wee and looked at my reflection in the full length mirror. Shocked hardly describes my reaction.

My hair, my crowning glory, which I am so proud of and had spent £70 on yesterday is a wreck. Thick, auburn, reminiscent of Jessica Rabbit now makes Edward Scissorhands’ style coiffured. Tear stains down my face, makeup a total mess, black eyes, smudged lipstick. I looked as if I had spent the night being abused, degraded and fucked. I smiled.

I was so tempted to tidy myself up but can understand why sir likes this look so left it, in fact messing my hair more. My tits were red, nipples proud and very tender. My bum matched my tits in colour and my bumhole battered and bruised. Pussy delicate, a brownish red and if ravaged again would cause waves of delightful agony. Fuck it’s leaking again at the thought. I resisted touching it.

I washed my hands and pussy. Quietly creeping into sir’s bed I got under the covers and took his cock into my mouth. With a little sucking, a little swirling my tongue around it and and some twirling my hand around his balls his cock grew until it filled my mouth. I wanted sir to wake up in a good mood as I needed to ask a favour.

A hand clasped my head, first pushing it further onto his cock and then pulling it back by my hair. Hauling me up he looked at me and laughed. He kissed me, long and hard, he knows how to kiss. When he stopped kissing me and was smiling at me I took my chance. “Please sir, can I ask a favour?”

“Yes Mac you may ask but it may not be granted,” he replied, thank the lord.

“I don’t want to go home today, I have more clothes in the car and can stay to serve you longer,” I blurted out in a rush.

“Go and get that top thing you were wearing and put it on,” he said. Yes! I am going to have to get the case from the car wearing very little; but I can stay! I put my silk top on, he seems to like it. In no time I was back kneeling by the bed. “Get back to sucking my cock, don’t swallow.”

I was quickly back on his cock which was still erect. I sucked and used my hand, all the time looking beseechingly at him. He came into my mouth and I held it there. “Legs up.” he ordered and he clipped the ankle cuffs together, this time with no leeway between them. He retrieved my car keys and gave them to me. “Off you go,” he said.

What the fuck, I can’t walk like this. I bunny hopped to the front door feeling rather foolish. My tits bounced up and down, I’m sure my bum wobbled and my top bobbed up and down. I reached the front door and opened it, shit it was bucketing down.

“Hurry up,” he ordered. I took a deep breath through my nose, at least my hands weren’t tied and I wasn’t wearing the silly heels. I hopped down the three steps and to the car. I was drenched and freezing before I even reached the car. I almost lost my balance as I heaved my case out and struggled to extract the handle in my haste. Eventually I reached the steps and bounced the case up.

SIR

I’d written about it many more times than I have experienced it but a blow job is the best alarm clock. I was having a wonderful dream that a gorgeous woman was sucking my cock to wake up and find a gorgeous woman was sucking my cock.

She wants to stay with me for a while, should be interesting and needs to get her case from the car. This should be fun. Wearing that sexy silk top she bounced to the front door. Her tits attempting to liberate themselves from the top. The bottom of the top rising and falling showing more arse with each hop.

She opened the front door to be greeted by sheeting rain. She looked at me perhaps hoping for a reprieve, no chance. Hopping to the car she was drenched in no time what a wonderful sight, her top was glued to her body and whereas before her tits worked independent to her top now the top gyrated with them.

She bounced her way back to the house, cold, wet and gloriously sexy. The nipples stood to attention pointing this way and that as they twirled erratically. It was so fucking erotic, that top sexy when dry was so much more embracing her body. I was standing to attention, not bad so soon after I had just cum.

Her wild hair was tamed, hanging down soaking, she was looking down hungrily, it was going to satisfy a different hunger. Against all my plans and intentions I fucked her on the carpet in the hall. Her cold wet, thinly covered tits with their spikey points pressed into my chest as I fucked her.

Embarrassingly I came too soon, I should have stuck to the plan, if she didn’t look so fucking fuckable I could have resisted but too late. I pulled out and put my cock in her mouth. “I’ve never punished anyone for being too sexy, think yourself lucky to be the first. Now get in the shower, you’ve got an hour to make yourself presentable, use the second bedroom, go.”

Well that was a fuck up in more ways than one. I’m supposed to be in control of everything and couldn’t even control myself. Still it was one hell of a fuck. I was wet and a bit cold so went to the ensuite and had a quick shower. I put on a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt and sat in the lounge.

MAC

There I am shivering, struggling with my case and soaked when he unceremoniously dragged me to the floor and rammed his cock into my shamefully wet pussy. He was out of control, berserk, warm hands squeezing my freezing tits, his cock pounding into me.

My knees spread as far apart as I could get them with my ankles tied. I wanted to wrap my legs around him and pull him further in, not that he could go any deeper. I held him in my arms as I hit my climax. I screamed, the spunk I was told to keep in my mouth gone, soon replaced by his sticky wet cock.

I had an hour to get ready, ready to be punished! Has he no idea how long it takes me to dry my hair, let alone wash and apply makeup? I showered quickly, washing away the mess that covers my face. I ran to the second bedroom where he had put my case.

I half expected to see a torture chamber but it was a fairly ordinary double bedroom, bed, dressing table, hooks in the ceiling and restraints affixed to the corners of the metal bed frame. All quite normal. I dried my hair with the Dyson hairdryer, did the best I could with my makeup.

I made it to the lounge looking reasonable all things considered. I knelt naked in front of sir. “Good girl,” he said and yes it sent shivers through me. “You are not wearing the wrist and ankle cuffs, otherwise you’ll do. Now go and make us some breakfast, eggs, bacon etcetera are in the fridge.”

I stood and before I moved I asked if I could collect the clothes I had been wearing and wash them. They cost me quite a bit and sir seems very keen on my top which was in the bedroom with the suspender belt and ruined stockings. My bra and knickers were scattered in the lounge.

He directed me to the utility room where the washing machine is. Washing machine, my best silk stuff in the washing machine? No chance. I hand washed my clothes, hung them on a maiden and then cooked breakfast. He allowed me to eat breakfast sitting at the table with him.

“Bring me the cuffs,” he ordered. “Crawl.” I set off for the bedroom, back arched bum up and swaying. Carrying two in my mouth and one in each hand I crawled down the stairs with some difficulty. He had me give him the cuffs and sit on the settee with my legs spread and arms wide along the back.

Moving behind the couch he took my left hand, held it up and kissed the palm. He fixed the cuff before kissing up my arm to my shoulder. Repeating this with my right arm he then moved to my right leg. First kissing my toes before kissing up my leg the inside of my thigh to my pussy into which he inserted his tongue. Again my head was in turmoil, expecting punishment and being treated like a princess.

Continuing to keep my right leg raised he started kissing the toes on my left. Again working up to my pussy. Holding my legs wide he continued to lick my pussy and clit. Sir must have noted my heavy breathing because he stopped as I was approaching climax.

He kissed each foot as he fastened the cuffs to my ankles. “Spare room, crawl.” his calm loving demeanour gone, strict, authoritarian sir was back. Shivers down my spine as I took up position and started crawling, slow and seductive. I could feel his eyes burning into my pussy as I scaled the stairs, helped all the way by a sting on my bum.

SIR

Mac has done well and she has tried hard to be the perfect sub, so I shall reward her with what she wants. Using a leather paddle I tapped her arse all the way she was crawling to the bedroom. “Lay on your stomach facing the foot of the bed with your hands above your head.” I Clipped the wrists cuffs together and using some rope I connected them to the hook in the ceiling.

Pulling her up so that her tits were off the bed and her back arched. I tied each leg to the top corners of the bed headboard so her legs were up and spread. So there she was an inverted ‘u’, her back beautifully arched. Her arse ready for spanking. The difference from having her bent over with her tight and stretched to this is that a smack causes wonderful ripples of the arse fat.

“Ow,” she exclaimed following a smack with my hand and her arse gave an exquisite wobble. I was enjoying this so I gave her several more smacks, left cheek, right cheek with slightly louder ows.

I fetched a belt and moved nearer to her head so I could check the shimmer of her tits. “Yeowwww,” she screamed, I hit her harder than intended, she didn’t seem to mind and her tits gave a lovely swing.

With some difficulty I managed to insert myself with my cock accessible to her mouth. “That spanking was for you being lewd and lascivious, causing me to fuck you before I had planned. But that does not take into account your disobedience when you swallowed my spunk which I had told you to keep in your mouth. Therefore you will blow me now and keep it in your mouth. Should it not be in your mouth when I demand to see it you will be punished by having your cunt whipped. Your reward will be not having your cunt whipped. Now get on with it.”

It was hard for her but she bobbed up and down on my cock, I continued to whip her arse with the belt and watch the ripples. She worked really hard and the strain on her neck muscles must have been so painful but she continued. The fact that I was not going to stop hitting her until I climaxed.

Her arse was very red and by the way her legs were spread her cunt was open to abuse and the occasional miss hit on my part may have hit there. I was beginning to feel sorry for her, having cum twice today I was not going to orgasm in a hurry.

“Good try girl but you have failed but being a kind master I will allow you another chance.” I released her and put a cushion on the floor. “On your knees, get sucking”.

MAC

This was so uncomfortable, my arms stretched, my back arched and my legs tied to the bed head. He seemed to take great delight in hitting my bum, it hurt. Somehow I ended up trying to suck him off, the strain on my arms, back and neck was making the blow job difficult. I did what I could bouncing up and down on his cock while he hit me with a belt.

I was at the point of giving up, which I am sure he will not allow. I was crying, I was hurting, the stinging in my bum was bad enough but on two separate occasions he hit my pussy. I screamed into his cock.

Thankfully he unfastened me and had me on my knees to continue sucking his cock. He allowed me to use my hands and despite my aching jaw, in fact aching everything he eventually climaxed. I kept his spunk in my mouth as ordered. “I’m going to the pub to watch the match,” he said as he fastened my ankles together using a padlock on the cuffs. “I expect you to be cleaned up and looking sexy when I get back.” he kissed me on the lips, I kept my mouth closed, not wanting to lose any sperm.

And that was it, he was gone and I stood there like an idiot, aching and stinging with a mouth full of cum. It would be at least two hours if he was watching football which gives me time to relax before getting ready. First I must see what my body looks like.

I hopped to the mirror, what a mess my poor boobs were, my nipples, well all my boobs looked battered and bruised. My stomach and thighs are covered in red welts, my pussy scarlet, puffed up and sore. I turned my back and with a hand mirror looked at my bum, my poor tortured bum.

As much as I hurt, my heart sang, I was on top of the world. I had a master who I have pleased and I am determined to please him even more. First I will have a soak in a warm bath then I will make myself attractive to him.

I hopped to the bathroom, a long soak made me feel physically a lot better. I lay there going over the events. Drifting away in a quiet reverie, I lay there almost falling asleep, managing to keep everything necessary in my mouth.

I very carefully dried myself and spent a good twenty minutes on my hair, makeup applied now to decide what to wear. The first decision I didn’t have to make was knickers, I couldn’t get any on while I had the ankle cuffs fastened. He liked my blue silk top so much that I decided to wear a very similar one in white. White stockings and suspender belt and my heels.

I clipped the leash onto my collar and knelt by the door. I waited and waited, hungry but mainly thirsty and still with his sperm in my mouth. Eventually I heard the key in the door so I picked up the leash to offer to him and made sure my top allowed him to see my boobs.

“We won,” he said as he led me crawling as best I could into the lounge. He flopped on the settee. “Suck it,” he ordered, pushing my face into his groin. He was obviously quite drunk, the smell of beer was overpowering. I unfastened his trousers, took out his soft cock and put it in my mouth. For hours I have been holding his sperm in my mouth and he didn’t even look.

Using hands and mouth I soon had him erect and worked hard to get him to shoot into my mouth. I opened my mouth to show him and saw that he was asleep. The bastard, fuck, I have spent hours with a mouth full of goo plus uncomfortably kneeling waiting for him and I don’t know how long sucking the bastard off. Now here I was looking at the shrinking cock of my sleeping master.

Fuck him, I need to eat and drink, I need….I need…. I don’t know. How do I protest? If he is my master, I do his bidding and if his bidding is to use me and fall asleep, I have to put up with it. But while he’s out of it I’m going to have a drink and some food.

Fuck he used a padlock on my ankle cuffs which does resist my freedom somewhat. I hopped to the kitchen, poured a glass of wine and made a sandwich Hopping back to the lounge, carefully without spilling the wine, I sat opposite sir with my feet on the table, knees apart so the first thing he would see, well you know.

To be continued…..