My Sir

They had planned it, a tryst, a risky one at that. He had never pushed her this far outside her comfort zone. They had dabbled with wicked fetishes, dove into the kinky life now and then. This, though, was much different. This was far beyond simple hair pulling and light ass smacking. This was new, exciting ground for them both. When they had their usual before scene discussion, he did not expect this suggestion to come from her. They had both been wanting to move deeper in to a BDSM lifestyle and had been taking it slow…until now. This was it. This was the night that he would assume control. He knew she enjoyed to struggle during rough sessions. She loved to feel how much stronger than her he was. He also knew, even after tonight, that some days she was going continue to brat because that is who she is. He enjoyed the thought of the training and punishment that would take place. She was going to be hard to break but it was going to be well worth the effort. They had the apartment to themselves for the night, so any screaming she did wouldn’t matter. An hour before, he had told her he would be back and not to wait up. She had questioned him and he simply told her he had a couple errands to run. He now sat in wait outside their bedroom window. He wore black jeans, a black long sleeved shirt, work boots, black leather gloves and a ski mask folded up until he needed it. Before he had left the apartment he had unlocked their bedroom window to make sure he had quick entry. Aside from lightning blue eyes, he blended in to the darkness of the night against the building. There would be no holding back.

His thoughts quiet as she glides into the room. He knows she has nothing on under the towel adhering to her every curve. Her skin glistening, her wet hair clinging to her face and neck. She sits on the edge of the bed picking up the bottle of lotion off of her night stand. After placing a generous amount in her hand she begins to apply it to her body. He watches her hands work methodically up each leg, from her toes to the top of her thighs. She stands letting the towel slide off, she slowly moves from her thighs up over her toned buttocks then around to her stomach. He loves watching her fingers brush over her curves. His breath catches in his throat as her agile fingers move over her breasts. He watches in awe as she tilts her head back and closes her eyes, spending a few moments longer over her nipples. Her tits fit so perfectly in his large, calloused hands. Her hands slide up her slender neck, glide back down her shoulders and arms. He stares openly, realizing he has never paid attention to how delicate of a touch she has, even with herself. He continues to gaze through the window as she rubs the last bit of lotion over her beautiful face. Her cheek bones are high, her little cleft in her chin that he knows she hates. Her eyes are hazel with tiny gold flecks that he sees every time she smiles. She moves on to her lip balm, moving it over her plump, pouty lips. He can’t seem to tear his eyes from her as she picks up the brush running it through her long black hair again and again until is slides through with ease.

He never truly noticed how absolutely breathtaking she is. He continues watching her as she lays herself down getting comfortable. He waits a while longer, waiting for her breathing to regulate and her movements to stop. Finally content that she is asleep, he gathers his bag from the bush he had hidden it in. He adjusts his mask, pulling it down. Reaching into his pocket he pulls out the exquisite pocket knife she had gotten him. He uses the tip of the blade to pry the screen from its place, discarding it next to him. He closes the knife and drops it back into his pocket before sliding the window open. The way the bedroom is arranged, a dresser is conveniently located just under the window which happens to be more closely related to a basement window. He quietly climbs in and lowers his bag to the floor before closing the window behind him. He climbs down, grabs his bag and makes his way towards her sleeping form. He pauses, a small smirk on his bearded face, when his name escapes her mouth on a sigh. She twitches and rolls halfway onto her stomach. He sets the bag down next to the bed and sets up his little work space on her night stand. A pillar candle, its holder, a lighter, large dildo, small vibrator, anal plug, bottle of lube, duct tape and clamps fill the small space. He pulls the last bit of contents from the bag and tosses it to the side. He glances up as she groans and rolls fully onto her front. He loses himself for a moment studying the smooth curves and contours of her back. He quickly shakes himself from his misdirection and picks up the ropes at his feet setting his knots. He knows she will put up a fight and he will have to work rapidly. He affixes a piece of tape to the cloth he plans to use for a gag before placing it on the edge of the headboard.

Pleased with his work area he stands. He stretches, cracks his knuckles and grins. Silently, he steps onto the bed placing one boot on either side of her hips and squats down careful not to touch her. In one swift movement he plants his butt firmly on her lower back, puts his knees outside hers and his boots inside her calves, lifts her by her hair and forces the cloth into her open, screaming mouth. He presses the tape into place, avoiding her flailing arms. He grabs his knotted ropes and attaches them to her wrists, making sure they are immobile. He shifts his weight off of one leg and she immediately starts kicking backwards. He grabs her free leg and bends it at the knee forcing her calf up until it is almost touching her thigh before securing it in place then does the same with the other. As he climbs off the bed to grab the spreader bar, her legs snap closed and she tries to roll away from him. He pins her down with a knee in her back and places the bar between her knees. He stands and admires his handy work as she struggles against her restraints. The movements of her body make him rigid with need. Not yet, he chides himself, that time will come. He reaches down and grabs a fist full of that luxurious hair and brings her ear to his lips. He tsks then says, “Struggling will do nothing for you, darling.” he nips her ear and sees the combination of fear and passion darkening her eyes. “It’s terrifying to realize you have no control, isn’t it?” her body goes completely still, a silent refusal to answer him. He reaches around and grabs her throat, lifting her closer. His voice becomes deep and raspy as he states, “When I ask you a question, you will answer me. It’s terrifying having no control. Isn’t it?” She nods and he lets her fall back to the bed. He picks up the bottle of lube and lets it trickle over her back side, using his hand to cover every inch. He takes his time enjoying the lavishly soft surface below. He wipes his hands clean, picks up the candle and lights it. The light and lube making her skin glow.

“You see,” he tilts the candle watching a large drip of wax form and fall to her skin, landing on her perfect shoulder. “Oh, now, don’t put on such a show. You see, you are made for this. You are made to be used by Me.” She lurches, twitches and groans as bead after bead run over her shoulders and back. Every drop sends her into a frenzy. She pulls at the ropes and desperately tries to close her legs. He streams ribbons of wax from her shoulders down to her ass and back again. He could continue this torture all night, alas there are other things he has planned for his pet. He puts the candle back in its holder and watches the wax dry, her body shaking. He runs his fingers over the bits of trembling flesh still exposed. “Mmmmm. I love seeing you like this.” He kisses and nips her ass cheek before giving it a light tap. He grasps the knife strapped to the side of her table, her body tensing. He looks it over and smiles knowing she noticed the light glinting off the blade. “Now, you must hold completely still.” He softly runs the tip of the blade up her spine before flattening it against her and pressing in slightly. He drags the blade down watching the wax lift with ease from her body. He works quietly and promptly removing the wax. As he moves into the dip of her lower back she twitches, the blade nicking her ivory skin. His voice gruff, he says, “I told you not to move.” He bends his head and touches his tongue to the droplets of blood, cleaning her wound until he is content before continuing to remove the wax. Finished, he admires the knifes beauty once more before putting it back in its holder.

He picks up the massive luminescent dildo, studying the phallic object. “It’s a pity I don’t have anything larger than this to stretch that little pussy with.” He feels the quiver run through her body at his words. “This will have to do for now.” He says as he kneels between her legs. He can see that she is soaked made quite evident by the puddle on the sheet below her. He smiles and uses his fingers to spread her tiny pink slit. He spreads it wide and forces the toy inside her, the makeshift gag barely muffling her scream. “Mmmmm, so tight and wet. You’re dripping.” He pushes further, burying it inside her. Before her breathing could ease, he places the small vibrator against her clit. He maneuvers it until it is wedged between her aching core and the bed. One final task before he can roll her over. One thing he has not had the pleasure of exploring yet. He picks up the bottle of lube and her breathing gets heavier. Her body is flush with pleasure and maybe a touch of fear. He spreads her ass cheeks, his heart fluttering at the sight. Placing the bottle above, he watches it pour out and down over her puckered hole pooling slightly before running down her lips. He groans, the display making his cock throb against his zipper. Satisfied with the amount he has applied, he sets the bottle down and reaches out to catch a drip of the slick coating and runs his finger up her crevice until he reaches her tight tiny star. He swiftly brings her knees up under her, elevating her bottom. He places one hand in the center of her back holding her still and begins to tease at her asshole, hearing to her sublime muted whimpers.

After rubbing the lube around her entrance, he eases the tip of his finger beyond that first resistance in awe of how confining the space was. Sounds of pleasure escape him as he presses further in, feeling her contract around him. He retracts then uses two fingers pressing all the way in this time. He watches her twitch and tremble as he takes his time fucking her ass with his fingers. First two, then three wanting to stretch it. He pushes his fingers all the way in, holding them there while she writhes under him. He slowly retracts his fingers, noticing how in all its magnificence, it constricts and spasms trying to obtain its original shape. Quickly he grabs the lube and pours a good amount into the, much smaller already, hole. He drips some onto the plug before picking it up. He presses harder on the center of her back making sure she can’t run from him. He presses the plug against her cavity, pushing the tip in and letting her ass push it back out. Her quivers and sounds exciting him. “Oh, you dirty little girl. You are enjoying this.” He grins and pushes the oiled plug through any resistance burying it inside her. She jumps and he moves to hold her still. He places his thigh against the plug not allowing her to push it out, his head reeling with the amount of control he possesses over her. When her body starts to relax, he sits back on his heels admiring how the jeweled plug looks inside her ass. He watches as she tightens around the plug, as if to suck it deeper. Her juices are running from her in a torrent now, her scent flowing around the room intoxicating him.

He rolls her to her back, placing her feet flat on the bed and her arms over her head. He picks up a set of clamps and bends to lick and nip at her nipples. He rolls one with his fingers while biting the other, her exclamations once again testing his control. Once they are rigid and begging for his attention he attaches the clamps to the peaks of her breasts reveling in the small yelps. He picks up the crop and dances it up and down her torso, picking up a belt in his free hand. He taps the crop against each clamp as he comes to it. She looks up at him, her chin stuck out in the only defiance she had available to her. His eyebrow raises and he lets the back of his hand land smartly on her cheek. “I will not tolerate defiance. I am your Sir, you will treat me with respect. Do I need to teach you how to respect me, my little whore?” Not waiting for an answer he lands the crop twice, once on each inner thigh. She yips then groans, the marks standing out perfectly in the candle light. He runs the crop between her thighs, realizing that when he had rolled her over she had lost everything except the plug. He clicks at her and sets the crop down. “You really should have let me know these weren’t in their place. That is something that needs punished.” He rolls her toward him and administers two hard blows with the belt to her ass. After replacing the dildo he rolls her back on to her back. Picking up the crop, he delivers a slap to her lips and nub before replacing the vibrator. “You will learn that I am not a force to be reckoned with, darling.” She groans loudly, her body shaking. He knows her feelings are muddled, her senses confused.

“I’m going to remove the gag. You will be quiet and will address and answer me as Sir. Am I understood?” She nods slowly, her eyes glazed. With a bit softer of a voice he says, “That’s a good girl. If these things slip your mind you will be punished, is that clear as well?” She nods again and he slowly peels the tape from her mouth wanting it to hurt in just the right way. Her lips are swollen and red, he notices, tracing them with his finger. “you, darling, have such a pretty mouth. Open it.” She stares up at him, her brow crinkled and her lips pursing in instinctive defiance. His palm connects soundly with her cheek. “I said, open your mouth. Now.” She did so, this time, quite promptly. He continues to trace her lips before slipping two fingers into her mouth then throat. It’s hot, wet and waiting for him to fill it. “Stay just like that. Leave your mouth open waiting for me, like the slut you are. If you move or close your mouth I promise you, you will regret it.” He keeps his eyes on her as he steps back and starts removing his clothing. He pulls his shirt up over his head, careful to keep his mask on. He sees her studying him. His chest and shoulders are broad, his chest hair abundant but perfect for her to run her fingers through. He is sizeable, powerful. The muscles in his arms and back bulged as he was moving. He removes his pants, boots and socks. He leaves his gloves in place. Her eyes travel down one tone, muscular leg, then the other. He watches her eyes widen as her gaze lands between his legs. Her eyes widen, her breath catches. He is large both in girth and length. His member stood proudly, rock hard, protruding towards her open mouth.

He moves back to her, his rigid dick inches from her. He takes hold of it at the base, stroking its full length a few times before rubbing it against her open orifice. Her breath is hot on his cock making it jump, exciting him further. “Stick out your tongue.” She does as she is told and he smacks his stiff meat against her soft tongue and lips. “You are going to suck my dick now.” He reaches down, grabs her bound hands and pulls her to him. She first licks the head down the shaft to his balls. She suckles and licks for a moment, softly moaning her appreciation. She then runs her tongue back up to his engorged pulsing head. She sucks half his length into her mouth then backs off. She does this once, twice, a third time before he has had enough. He slaps her tits hard, her mouth falls open in a groan and he forces his full length down her velvety throat. He alternates between long, deep thrusts until she is gagging on his massiveness, the he does a burst of shallow strokes allowing her to breath for a moment. He moans and before he can completely lose his control he drops her to the bed. He gives the clamps a solid tug eliciting more moans from her. He moves between her legs, contemplating her position before rolling her to her stomach once again, this time tucking pillows beneath her hips. “I still think you may need a bit more punishment.” He grabs the lube and says, “No screaming for help or the gag goes back in, understood?” She nods and his hand lands its mark on her beautiful white ass. “Excuse me? I said, Understood, whore?”

“Yes!” her voice is husky with lust as she two more strikes land making her yelp.

“Apparently, I need to ask again. Am. I. Understood?” He punctuates his last words with more swats.

“Yes, Sir! Understood, Sir!” Her breathing is quick and shallow, her whole body quaking.

“Very good, slut.” he caresses her ass before tugging on the plug enjoying her asshole fighting him for it. He tugs it almost halfway out and lets her muscles push it almost all the way out. He pours more lube over that tight tiny star before pushing the plug back in. He begins pulling it halfway out then pushing it back in. He groans and begins fucking her virgin ass with the plug. Before he can lose himself in his actions he plunges it deep inside her leaving it there. He moves lower, toying with the dildo now. He tilts it down towards the bed and moves it in and out, agonizingly slow. Her hips wiggle trying to move it faster. With his other hand he uses the vibrator to stimulate her turgid bud. “You are so damn wet…and so fucking tight.” He starts to move a bit faster now. “Listen to me. If you cum without my permission there will be severe consequences.” He starts to fuck her pussy vigorously with the massive dildo, slamming it in and out of her, rocking her whole body. Her sounds of ecstasy almost making him explode.

“I…May I please…Cum…Sir….PLEASE!” Her voice comes out in broken breaths.

“Mmmmmm, fuck. Yes, cum for me, princess. Cum for your Sir.” He watches her body tighten as he presses harder on her clit. He removes the dildo and spreads her lips. He licks his lips as she squirts hitting his leg and groin, her body convulsing with each wave. Through a moan he says, “That’s a good girl. I’m going to fuck this tight pussy raw.” He positions himself at her core and growls, “Do. Not. Cum.” With that he plunges himself deep inside her. She is so tight, wet, hot, dripping. His groan permeates the hot air. Reaching forward, he places his hand around her throat. He could feel her constricting around him. “Don’t you dare fucking cum. You’re my dirty fucking slut aren’t you? You want to cum for me don’t you?” He grunts out.

“Oh, yes, Sir!”

“Say it. Say you are my dirty filthy slut.”

“I’m your dirty filthy slut, Sir! I want you to fill me. Ohhhh!” She gasps her back arching, her pussy contracting around him so snugly, choking his erection. He smirks and continues slamming into her, muffling her cries with his hand, allowing her to fully ride her orgasm.

“Oh, my.” He clicks his tongue at her, starting to slow his strokes. “You have been a bad girl, darling. You came all over me without my permission. That calls for a punishment don’t you think?” He gives a small laugh as her eyes widen. He withdraws himself and slams the vibrator hard and deep into her core. He gives her clit a few swift slaps, gaining a scream from her before he flips her to her stomach. She struggles to move away from him, he plants his hand between her shoulders pressing her into the bed. He uses the belt, twice on each ass cheek making them glow a bright red. “You naughty little girl. You really should listen and do as your told.” He could tell by the sounds coming from her she was on the verge of cumming again. “You go ahead and get off as many times as you want. I am very much going to take my time and enjoy this.” He taps the plug still in her ass with the palm of his hand before grasping it and tugging gently. He spreads her ass wide and pulls the plug from her tiny cave, watching as it pulses. He groans before pouring more lube inside her asshole watching it fill and start to over flow. He runs his pulsating cock through the lube dripping down her lips before moving up to her back entrance. He places the head on her full hole and grins, “You may want to bite down on something.” He teases her ass with just the tip in and out of her quaking hole. She moans and gasps wiggling her hips in a futile attempt at defying him. “Mmmmm. Now, be my good little whore,” He presses the tip into her ass, “and stay.” He eases in inch after inch about two thirds of his huge member. He eases out nice and slow. She whimpers as he grabs hold of her hair and slams his hard cock deep inside her pulsing asshole, using his other hand to pull her onto him by her hip. Her screams and moans push him on. His control is now lost as he slams himself in and out of her, over and over again watching her ass devour his dick. He groans and pushes all the way inside her blasting his hot seed deep inside her asshole. She starts shaking once more, her cavity tightening around him so hard it almost hurt as she milks him dry.

He collapses on top of her, gently kissing her neck. He can feel her whole body shivering under him. Without a word, he carefully frees her from his equipment and places it all back in the bag. He gathers her in his arms and starts to slowly clean and soothe her battered, tired body with a cool cloth and bowl of water he had set up earlier. Once he finishes cleansing her body he uses a new cloth to wipe her face of the may tears she has shed. He finishes and holds her close running his fingers through her tousled hair, kissing her forehead every few seconds. “How are you? I’m so proud of you, you did so well. Are you okay?”

“I’m wonderful. I’m exhausted and full of emotions, but I’m okay. Thank you.”

“You are such a good girl. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. Thank you, Sir.”

He knows her trust is invested entirely in him. He holds her close, soothing her until her body relaxes in his arms, her breathing regulating. He no longer feels the stream of tears and she is softly snoring. He kisses her hair and smiles letting his own body relax. I would truly die without her. My life, my love… he closes his eyes, content with his arms surrounding her, her smell penetrating his brain. Happily, he drifts to sleep with his loving wife curled in his arms.