Letters from my slave:
She had missed him. And was happy to be with him again. She was feeling a bit lost, not feeling his tight control lately. Although she had a hard time with rules on occasion, she missed feeling his Dominance over her. It wasn't anyone's fault. Just life events, kids, work, etc. But it felt good to be with him tonight. They spent some time together, having a few drinks, laughing, talking, flirting with each other a bit. She was looking forward to what they both knew was to come. Feeling her Master's hands on her, feeling his cock inside of her. Taking his cock in her mouth, tasting him.
Walking into the room it was a bit cold. He turned the heat up a bit. He then turned around grabbing her by the hair, holding it tightly, kissing her hard and deep. She could already feel herself getting wet, her nipples hardening. She loved the feel of his hand in her hair, gripping it firmly. He heard her moan lightly and knew she was already getting excited. The idea made his cock hard. But he knew he was going to hold back a bit tonight. Oh he couldn't wait to fuck her, but he wasn't going to rush it. He had to torture her a bit first, make her wait and beg.
He reached down and pinched her right nipple, and then the left one. Still holding onto her hair and kissing her. He then surprised her a bit when he grabbed her shirt pulling it over her head, undoing her bra. She stood in front of him feeling a bit vulnerable. Take off your pants and panties he said in a low voice to her. He saw her hesitation and knew she was feeling a bit vulnerable. His eyes hardened a bit as he told her to do it now. I've seen you naked before, don't be so ridiculous about it sweetie. She obeyed. And was now standing before him completely naked. He went to the bag he had and pulled something out.
She was a bit shocked when she saw he had a collar and leash in his hand. He walked back to her and placed the collar around her neck. It made her feel a bit confined and a bit uneasy at first. And then he attached the leash to it as well. He gave it a tug forcing her head up to look at him. Now, do you know whose in control baby? Yes Sir, I do she whispered. Good, I want to make sure you remember it. Now get on your hands and knees where you belong. She had never seen this side of him. And wasn't sure what to think. But he pulled the leash downwards a bit, so to encourage her to get into the position. And she did.
Although she had no idea what was going to take place next. She was on her hands and knees in front of him, wearing a leash and collar. He face flushed with some embarrassment and some excitement as well. He kept the leash in his hand as he walked toward the bed, forcing her to crawl along with him. He sat on the bed and turned on the TV, leaving her on the floor beside him. He let her stay in that position for a little while. And then he talked her, telling her he wasn't being mean to her. But she needed a strong reminder who her Master was and who was in control. She definitely felt his control right now. He also reminded her how she had not been following her simple rules of going to bed on time. He agreed that he had been lax about things lately. But also reminded her it was her job to obey regardless. She agreed with him. Knowing he was right and that she hadn't been the best sub as of late.
He ordered her to get up on the bed and lay across it long ways. So that her head was hanging off the side. He was beside her, with her leash still in his hand. As he began to spank her with his hand. Not so hard at first. He took his time, not wanting to rush through this. He smacked up and down one cheek and then the next. Repeating the process several times. Going from light smacks, to more forceful ones. He bottom was warm. But she was nowhere near her limit and he knew it. But tonight he was going to push her. He knew it was what she needed and secretly wanted. He knew she feared it but also craved it. And he was going to give her exactly what she needed. The smacks were getting harder, and she was starting to make low oww noises. As he smacked harder, she was beginning to try to avoid his hand. But he wasn't about to let her. Not this time. She was going to get a real dose of what it was like to be completely controlled and dominated.
His hand continued to come down on her warm pink backside. As the smacks continued to fall, her color went from pink to red, to a deeper red. He had a tight hold on the leash so that she couldn't move. And he even threatened to tie her hands and gag her if she fought it too much. She was trying hard not to. She wasn't sure if he really would do it or not but didn't want to take any chances. And she knew she deserved everything he was giving. And then some. But geez her butt was hot. He starting talking to her as he spanked her. He'd even stop on occasion to ask her a question. Such as, do you know why you're being spanked? She answered because I have not been following my rules Sir. He said yes, that is one reason. And delivered several more whacks. Also because you need this. You are going to always get maintenance spanking's from me. Because you need them to keep you being a good girl. And because I enjoy giving them to you. I want you to remember to always be a good girl for me. She replied with a yes Sir, through her gasps.
She was close to tears. Her ass was throbbing. He had spanked her for quite awhile. He wasn't cruel or mean about it. He just didn't rush through it. She was definitely warmed up. He stopped spanking her and told her to get on her hands and knees on the bed. She quickly obeyed. He shoved his hand between her legs to feel her soaking wet pussy. Oh it was wet alright. Just as he knew it would be. Now stay in that position and think about how you've not been a good girl and how you will be from now on. She felt humiliated being in this position, her ass in the air, red and swollen. But didn't dare disobey him.
She was in that position for what felt like an hour, but in reality was only a couple of minutes. She heard him behind her, felt him picking up the leash again. Not knowing what to expect next. She felt something cool rub over her ass. And then felt a red hot pain. Crack, he brought the paddle down across both cheeks. She tried to get up, but he had her held in place. She felt a sudden panic. Not having any control, knowing she couldn't stop it. Whack, he brought it down again. Pleeeease, no more. I'm sorry, what did I do. Nothing sweetheart, this is your maintenance, had you been bad you'd be getting the belt, not the paddle. That somehow didn't help ease her anxiety right now. So be a good girl and take it. Or I will take off my belt next. I don't think you want that now do you? No Sir, no please don't. I don't want the belt she begged. He smiled to himself, knowing she had a dislike of the belt. Ok then, behave and take your paddling.
He smacked across both cheeks and then began to focus on one area at a time. At one point she put her hands back to block the blows. The sting was just too much and she couldn't help it. He knew she was starting to feel desperate. He stopped and she thought he was done. He grabbed something from his bag and came to her, grabbing her hands, and tying them together in front of her with rope. If she thought she felt helpless before, now she knew what it truly felt like. And her heart sank when he picked the paddle back up. She couldn't believe he was going to continue. She knew that this was what she had craved and fantasized about. But the reality was painful. And her ass was on fire. She just wanted it to stop. She tried begging, pleading, but he just said, "you don't control when it stops, you wanted to be controlled, you want to be mine, you're going to know exactly what that feels like". And he continued to paddle her already very red, sore backside. He did feel a little bit of sympathy for her. But he quickly put that out of his mind. Knowing this was what she needed.
She swayed side to side trying to avoid the cruel sting of the paddle. But it didn't work. Regardless of where it fell, it hurt and left a line of fire. She was feeling panicked, as if he was never going to stop. And then the tears came. And they were for real. Not forced or fake. He knew she was getting close to her limit for now. He let her cry. But didn't stop just yet. He did ease up a bit on the force and amount of the blows. But he knew if he stopped now this would all be for nothing. She needed to break. He needed to get through to her and break down the barriers. He smacked and then waited a few seconds before smacking again. Her crying soon turned to sobbing. And he noticed the change in her. She stopped fighting it and just gave into it. The fight was out of her. And he knew it was almost time to stop. He just had to take her a bit past that point. She heard him talking to her, telling her it was almost over. He delivered about another dozen smacks, much lighter then the earlier ones. And then threw the paddle down.
He sat down on the bed, pulling her into his arms. Holding her close to him, allowing her to just cry and get it all out. He wasn't sure if she'd be mad at him, although he knew deep down she wouldn't be. She held onto him, sobbing into his chest. His hands stroked her hair, calming her down a bit. Kissing her head, telling her it was ok, it was over. And he was proud of her for being such a good girl. After a few minutes her cries slowed to sniffles. And she told him how sorry she was for not being the best she could be. And promising to be good and obey. He smiled to himself, knowing she meant it at that moment. But also knowing she'd be in this position again soon.
He began caressing her bottom, trying to rub some of the sting away. Feeling the welts that his hand and the paddle had left. He was not sadistic, but he did feel a twinge of satisfaction from his work. Knowing she'd remember this for some time. And think about him the next few days when she went to sit down. He moved behind her, licking and kissing the same spots he'd just punished moments ago. She was moaning, but these were not the same moans from earlier. He licked down her ass, and in between her legs. He couldn't believe how dripping wet she was. He felt like a dam had been released. The cum was dripping from her pussy and down her legs and ass. He licked and she moved back to meet his tongue. Thrusting back and forth. She was begging for release. Her ass was on fire, but her cunt was even more so.
He continued to lick and suck on her cunt. And knew she about to go crazy so finally gave his sweet slave permission to cum in her Master's mouth. And she did. She came for what seemed like forever. She had never felt such animal passion, such a great need for release. Such raw, hot passion. She collapsed forward a bit. But he wasn't done with her yet. And he mounted her from behind. Shoving his big cock into the cunt he owned. It was his pussy, his ass, his little submissive cunt to do what he wanted with. He knew from this point on he would control her completely. And the idea made his cock even harder. He thrust it into her, hard. Fucking her with vigor. Not allowing her to move forward. Just take it. And take it hard and deep. And she did. And didn't dare complain. Just took her Master's cock deep inside of her until he exploded. And even then she didn't move out of position until he gave her permission to.
She knew the night wasn't over yet. There would be more fucking and sucking. She hadn't even sucked his cock yet. But for the moment she was completely fulfilled. And knew that he was too. She felt truly owned for the first time ever. And although her bottom would be quite sore for the next several days, she had never been so at peace, or felt so complete. As he held her close in his arms, she felt safe. She knew she was where she was meant to be. And being owned and controlled by him was exactly what they both needed.
