needithard0129 on Collarspace

7/28/2010 3:53:16 PM

I have a friend that I really like spending time with. We have great sex, even when he is tired; the sex is still so good. He is very open about what he likes, what he wants and I find that so sexy, it makes me want to do whatever he asks of me. When he takes me, it is such a huge turn on. He is a very unassuming man; he has a sweet smile and brown eyes that just turn me to mush when he looks at me a certain way. I can?t look into his eyes when we have sex, because I know I will fall, and we are both in situations where that cannot happen. I wish I could be more open with him, tell him more what I want. He asks, but I can?t make my mouth work to tell him. I don?t know that he would do to me what I crave, as it isn?t really about sex, but more about control. I want so badly to tell him, but that fear of being thought of as a freak or strange stops me. He has fulfilled a fantasy of mine, and it was wonderful. I was hoping it would happen again last night, but he was tired, and his work was preoccupying his thoughts I think. Don?t get me wrong, the fucking, oh my Lord, it is so good. His body feels so good against mine, him buried deep inside me. The way he bites my ear or my neck, when he kisses me on my back, or his hands grab both my tits and squeeze them, his hands are very strong. When he pulls or pinches or shoves fingers in me, or smacks my ass, I feel so wanted, so safe in his capable hands. His kisses are deep and powerful, sometimes I feel like he is trying to just consume me. I love when he grabs a handful of my hair and kisses me deep and hard, holding me tightly to him. I feel how powerful he is, his strong arms holding me in place, one hand in my hair, the other going down the back of my pants or up my skirt to explore my ass. I try to resist, but I can?t fight him off, he is too strong. In the end, he takes what he wants, he uses my body for his pleasure, and being who I am, that makes me feel so good. Pleasing him, having him use my body is very hot to me. If I could tell him my biggest fantasy, the one I crave so much, the one that I don?t even have to touch myself to cum when I think about it, I wonder if he would be up to doing it? If I could make it happen with him, and have it go the way I want it to, I think it would go kind of like this: I arrive at our place (in my fantasy, it is a house or apartment), he greets me at the door, but he has a strange look about him. I have never seen him upset with me so it kind of takes me by surprise. He closes the door behind me and grabbing my arm takes me to a chair he has placed in the center of the room. Semester grades came out and I had told him I was disappointed in my grade in one class, when he found out what it was, he said that maybe I needed a reminder about the importance of my school work. Still holding on to me, he sits down on the chair and pulls me to him, guiding me down over his lap. I am wearing a dress and lacy panties, because I wanted to be ready for him to take me, but not like this. I feel him raise the bottom of my dress, exposing my ass to his eyes and his hand. He proceeds to tell me how many I am going to get now, and that when he is done, he will allow me to get off his lap, but I am to bend over the chair for the remainder of my punishment. He begins to slap my bottom, the first few are bearable, but soon it becomes uncomfortable. His strong hands and arms delivering hard, well placed swats on my ass, turning it bright red and hot to the touch. He reminds me that I told him I work hard on my schooling so anything less than a high B is unacceptable. So getting a 75% in a class, means that I need to have the issue addressed. He is going to give me 25 to warm me up with his hand and then he has his belt laid out for the remaining 50. It is nearly more than I can take just getting the hand spanking. Not just because it hurts, but the disappointment in myself and knowing that he has to help me get back on track, this man that knows how to make my body respond so well to him, has me over his knee, spanking me like a naughty little girl. When the 25th swat has landed, he gives me a moment to compose myself. Tears running down my face, I stand and prepare for what I know I deserve, but don?t want to accept. ?Take off your clothes, everything.? He says as he retrieves the belt. He has me bend over the chair, both hands on the seat, my legs spread. He steps close to the back of the chair, with a handful of my hair he pulls me up to look at him. ?You will get 50 swats, you will count each one, and if you don?t, I will start over. If you stand or try to protect yourself, I will tie you to the chair. Is that understood?? I answer with a yes, which wasn?t what he was expecting from me, the submissive. I feel the belt hit my thigh hard, ?Is that how you are supposed to answer me?? I realize my mistake, as I have never thought of him as a Dom, he is dominant during sex sometimes, but this is the first time he has explored this side with me. ?No Sir, I understand what you expect of me, I will count the swats, and I know if I move or protect myself, you will tie me down, Sir.? With that, he placed a hand on my bottom, gave it a little all over rub, and the whipping began. The first five were not too bad, he took his time, discovering how the belt lands, how much power he needs to use, and the results of what it does. As the sixth, seventh and eighth landed, making the numbers come out of my mouth became more difficult. When he landed number ten, he took a small break. Leaving me bent over the chair, my ass on fire, tears running down my face, partially from pain, but also humiliation of him spanking me, and secretly, I was so turned on, I could feel the juices from my pussy starting to flow, my clit starting to throb, the heat between my thighs near boiling. I can hear him in the kitchen, getting some ice maybe a drink of water. He returns the glass now in his hand, it is so quiet in the room, I can hear him swallow the cold water, I really would like a drink, but I am afraid to ask for one. I don?t know the limits; he hasn?t established them with me, except what he expects from me during my punishment. I hear the glass being set on the table, the jingle of his belt as he picks it up to start again. I am thankful for the break, but now dreading it starting again. I want to turn around, drop to my knees and take his cock in my mouth, and plead with him to end the punishment and let me pleasure him, but I know that I can?t. I have been trained to be this way, not just accepting of punishment, but craving it, needing it so bad. ?What number were we on?? He asks. ?Eleven, Sir.? I answered, I know he knew where we left off, I think he was testing me. Each swat landed, I tried my best to get the number out, through the burning pain of the strokes, trying to take my mind somewhere else, wanting to stop my clit from responding, the juices to stop flowing. At twenty, he stopped again. I am not sure if the break was for me, or for him, it wasn?t really a break, just a way to prolong it. The throbbing and burning begins to subside after a few minutes and then it all starts over again. He stood behind me, I could feel his eyes staring at my ass, what he had done and what he still intended to do. I heard the buckle of the belt, and before I could prepare myself, it landed with a loud smack. I was not ready, it caught me off guard, and instinctively, I reached back to protect myself. The moment my hand made contact with the hot skin on my ass, I froze. His words ringing in my ears, I don?t like being tied down. He had zip ties laying on the table, prepared for just such a situation. I heard the belt being laid on the table, he didn?t say anything, but came in front of me, and he pulled my hands through the bars on the back of the chair, securing them. I was now bent all the way over, my elbows resting on the seat, my ass forced up high, a better target perhaps. Without speaking, he continued the assault, each time waiting for me to call out the number. There were no breaks now. He pummeled my ass over and over again, my body racked with the pain, but strangely growing more and more excited with each strike. My juices running down my legs, tears running down my face, when the fiftieth one landed, my body was spent, but my pussy was on fire. I want him to take me, I am tied to the chair, I can?t get up, but he doesn?t move to take me in this vulnerable position. Instead he sits and drinks his water, making me suffer. After a few minutes, when I feel like my pussy is just going to explode, I feel him behind me. He is on his knees, my ass being spread; his cool hands feel so good on my burning cheeks. His tongue is on my asshole, pushing inside me, it feels so good, he licks and tongue fucks me, he slips a finger into my pussy. I hear him moan a little, I know he has found out what a hard spanking does to me, as I am soaking wet, and very hot. All of a sudden he is gone, his fingers, his tongue, his hands on my ass. Before I can react, he is back, only it is his cock, slamming full speed into my pussy, pounding hard, deep, his body forcing my head into the back of the chair each time. I feel his hand sliding down my back, toward my head; he grabs a handful of hair, pulling me up, holding me there, another on my tit, my nipple pinched between two fingers, squeezing hard. He takes long, deep, hard strokes, forcing every inch into me. I am nearing climax, when he withdrawals, but only for a second and now he is at my ass, his favorite place to bury his cock. He forces himself in, hard, he knows I like this. It is painful, but it is what I crave, it makes me feel like he owns me. Still tied down, I am at his mercy; he pounds my ass with a jackhammer like pace, still holding my hair in his grip. He pulls out and shoves it back in my pussy, then back to my ass, alternating over and over again. When he is back in my pussy, he leans his body across mine, his mouth, teeth and tongue at my ear, he whispers, ?I want you to ask me to cum in your ass, beg me to cum in your ass.? I do, and I want him to, ?Please, cum in my ass, fuck my ass baby, please.? He shoves his cock in me hard and deep, he pounds, then the pace slows, he lets out this moan, and I feel his cock spasm. His cum shoots deep inside me, his grip on my hair is released, both hands on my hips. He is slowly guiding me back and forth on his cock. It feels so good. He pulls out, and walks away from me, leaving me there, tied to the chair, bent over, ass in the air. I want to sit down or do I, my ass still sore from the punishment he gave me. I want to be untied, but he is gone. I look around the room in a panic, where did he go? A few minutes later, he reappears. He cleaned himself up, leaving me bent there, bright red, welted ass with cum dripping down my legs. He approaches my head, pulling me up by my hair again, ?So your grades will improve, correct?? I answer, ?Yes Sir,? he replies, ?they better, or the bamboo poles we use to catch crabs, I hear they make great canes.? He pulls his pocket knife out and cuts the zip ties off my wrists and says, ?Go get cleaned up real good, our night together is just beginning.? ?Yes Sir,? I say as I rub my ass and head to the shower, with a big smile on my face.