Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission

by Unknown

  “Yes, Sir. I promise that I will not come until we finish this canvas.”

  Satisfied, he had lain back and watched her tortured eyes well up with hot, wet excitement and tears to match the hot, red wetness in her cunt as she sucked his cock with the perfect skill that belied her years of training. They both knew this would be her greatest challenge yet.

  The next night he had brought home the chastity belt. She had whimpered just slightly when he locked it into place. Except to shower, during which time she was closely monitored, she had not been allowed to take it off. It looked gorgeous on her and Adam could tell by the slick look of her thighs that even the tight leather couldn’t hold her wetness in. She was dripping.

  When she had finished prepping the room, she walked to the center of the canvas and stood, staring at him in silence. Her usual silly smile was shadowed by a solemn and furrowed brow and he knew it was time to get started, before her worries got the best of her. He took off his robe and picked up his toolbox, calling to the men in the other room: “It’s time.”

  Surrounded by the four naked men for the third time in her life—there had been a larger group for their auditions—she closed her eyes and let their smells and the sounds of them moving bring her back to her last orgasm. The memory revealed itself between her legs, her hips gently swaying from side to side so that her sex splayed unconsciously outward toward an eager crowd, even hidden inside the leather case. Adam approached her slowly, meeting her gorgeous face with a wide grin. She smiled back now with her usual confidence. The smell of his sweat and the brush of his hand to sweep her hair from her eyes were all she needed to know she was ready.

  He moved behind her at a snail’s pace, savoring every second of the slow expansion of pleasure and awareness she experienced as their breathing began to sync and her mind began to sink deep into that place where the magic happens. She closed her eyes and he slid the blindfold into place, dropping her into darkness. He inserted an earplug into each of her ears and pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail.

  Adam untied the ropes that attached her ankle cuffs and stood up, taking the key from around his neck. Though he could have easily worn the chastity key himself, he had wanted Lily to be always reminded of her wanting. He unlocked the back of the gorgeous platinum collar he had given her on their wedding day. From it he slipped the key to her belt and locked the collar quickly back in place, holding her neck and jaw in his strong hands for just a moment. The pressure took her breath away and she shivered with excitement.

  He didn’t hesitate removing the belt, unlocking each tiny metal latch quickly and pulling the leather to the floor. The scent of her excitement filled the room and she shivered again with her hot skin exposed to the cool air. He pushed her legs roughly apart and grabbed the spreader bar from the rack hanging on the wall at the edge of the small room. With her body sufficiently accessible, he tied a cuff on each wrist and one by one, the men who stood just off the canvas in the corners of the room came to him with the ropes that were anchored at the floor and ceiling of each of the four points. He latched the metal clips in place so she was suspended with her legs held in place and her arms immobilized out at her sides, once again a star with the white space of her body filling her shadow on the canvas below.

  Adam stood back to admire his work. He touched her breasts and let his hand trail down her abdomen and hip, finding her inner thigh. She sighed. He got close enough that she could hear him in her dark, quiet void. “You are a star shining in the dark.”

  The energy in the room grew thick as the men gazed at her naked body, their own arousal growing as Adam left her side to grab his implements. When he was ready, he put one hand around her neck and the other on her back, pushing her forward so she was bent at the waist with her arms out like the wings of a proud bird—time to fly.

  He smacked her ass hard, without any warning, a bare open palm that left a large red welt. She cried out and he rubbed the hot spot. He needed to hurt her first. She needed paint for her canvas. There was going to be blood. Despite the growing lump in her throat, her cunt fluttered with excitement. Adam beckoned to the man in the first corner and his cock jumped to life as he approached the young woman in the center of the room. He took her by the shoulders to support her, his cock bouncing up and down in her face, and she opened her mouth wide and Adam stroked her hair, acknowledging her obedience. The hard flesh in her face found her waiting lips and plunged into the back of her throat, pulling out after only a few quick strokes.

  Lily knew why when the cane came crashing down onto her exposed backside, painting its screaming pain in one thick red welt across her skin that sang hot praises to Adam’s strength and skill. She sang with them, her voice rising and falling in a long wail that was cut short by the hard cock once again seeking out the depths of her mouth. The man would prod at her gag reflex just until her breath began to run out, then Adam would wind up and land the searing pain upon her flesh once, sometimes twice until she was a screaming, sobbing mess. Somewhere just on the edge of too much, as the welts began to melt into one another and she didn’t think she could stand it any longer, the edges of her body began to blur. When the first blow broke through her delicate skin and the blood began to flow, she was gone and her spirit soared outward, filling the entire room. Adam didn’t stop beating her and as her body relaxed into the pain, her jaw went slack and the cock on her tongue broke past the tight walls of her throat. The man moaned as she swallowed him, nodding to Adam that he was close.

  With tiny rivulets of red running down her ass and her thighs, the first ribbons of semen splashed over her skin, making beautiful patterns in the sweat and blood and bringing her back to the stinging pain. Spent, he retreated back to his corner of the room and sat down on the wood floor, waiting and watching. Adam moved to flank her left side and took a breast in one hand, lifted her up slightly so he had better access to her soft flesh and a view of her pretty lipstick-smeared face. The next man moved quickly and grabbed her by her hips, guiding her onto his solid dick in one smooth movement. She cried out as her battered and quickly bruising body bumped up against his, but he didn’t hesitate, pulling out and diving in again, then again, the sounds of her pleasure and pain driving him forward. He fucked her hard and fast and Adam could tell she was close to coming. He got in close again and made his voice loud and stern. “Not yet.”

  The second man finished quickly inside her, fucking furiously in uncontrolled motions that forced Adam to steady her body to keep her from falling. He walked away and left her breathless with hot come dripping down her legs. She jumped when the third pair of hands grabbed her by the hips but only dipped a hand into her sex, rubbing the hot mixture of juices on himself before spreading her swollen ass wide and probing her little star with his finger.

  When she backed her hips up toward his eager hands, he positioned himself carefully and slowly pushed his way in past one and then two tight sphincters, holding himself there gripped tightly inside her. As they stood there motionless, Adam slid the needle into her flesh, the pin pointing precariously at her nipple so that even the slightest sway would prick her. The blood trickled along the cold metallic shaft in her breast and hovered there, clinging to the tight bud at the peak. One more thrust from the man buried in her sacrum sent the drop flying onto the canvas, and then another needle joined the first. Another short burst of hard thrusts followed by a needle, then another and another until they radiated out from the center in a shining silver star. The man behind her moved faster and faster each time, his hands digging into her flesh where Adam had marked her.

  The thrusting in her ass grew insistent and Adam moved to the other side, inserting a new needle whenever the man got close and slowed his pace. He moved his hands from her bloody ass to her shoulders, smearing red across her back as he made his final thrusts, bucking wildly as Adam held her in place with his eyes fixated on the tiny red droplets that fell from one breast, then the other. The man behind her let out a loud yelp and unloaded his clima
x inside of her. When he pulled out, Adam quickly undid the ropes that held her hands and arms in place, and the fourth man joined him to help lay her down on her back, blood, sweat and come seeping from her broken body and soaking the canvas.

  The last man quickly climbed onto her chest and, grabbing her swollen, bloody breasts, slid his cock between them and pressed them tight. Adam removed her blindfold and stood back at her feet, stroking his cock as she looked at him with pleading eyes and whimpered through the pain. Tears finally sprung from those deep blue wells and the salt and sweat smeared mascara and sent it trailing down her cheeks. “Please.” Only one word, but it caught Adam off guard. She was usually silent and wordless during their scenes. The man above her watched her tortured face with delight as he continued to plunged into her ample cleavage. “You want my come? You need it, don’t you?”

  She nodded, no longer focused on Adam but the man whose cock nudged at her chin. Adam would have made her say it out loud, forced her to admit her cock-hungry come-loving ways, but the other man didn’t need to hear the words. Just knowing it was true sent him tumbling over the edge, splattering her face and chest with hot, sticky streams of his delight.

  Adam finally approached her. As the man collapsed in his corner, Adam knelt by her side and slowly removed each of the needles, leaving a pattern of bloody pinpricks in circles around each nipple. She smiled at him and he gave her a quick nod before flipping her around on her belly, the mess on her chest and her face another layer on the canvas.

  He knelt between her legs and entered her slowly, leaning forward to pin her arms to the ground. He removed the earplug from one side and whispered, “Are you ready to shine?” He began moving rhythmically, slowly at first but then finding a steady pace. “Can you feel it, Lily? Weeks now without an orgasm, can you feel it? Do you want it? Where is it?” She let out a loud moan.

  “Not good enough, lover. I want you to tell us all how badly you need it. How much does this art mean to you? What does it make you feel?”

  She let out a deep sigh. Her voice quivered. “I want to come. I want to come forever.”

  He didn’t stop fucking her, continuing to move at just the right pace to keep her on edge. “I want you to come, too. Do you know why I want you to come?”

  She was silent, thinking.

  “I want you to come for me, because you are my shining star. You shine for me. I give you the darkness, and you give me the light. You can burn so bright that long after you’re gone, you will still shine all across the universe. Do you understand?”

  She tried to nod with her face plastered against the floor. “I’m yours. My orgasm is yours.” She smiled. “I want you to have it. Please, let me give my orgasm to you. Let me shine.”

  He kissed her forehead and whispered, “You belong to me because you belong to the world.” She closed her eyes and he picked up his pace, finding the perfect angle and fucking her with abandon as her body began to tense and twist beneath him. She let out deep sobs of pleasure and pain as it welled up in her, came crashing down again and overcame her. Through her broken skin the light grew, through her moans the light shone and as he came to a violent finish, pummeling her body with his own, she exploded into a shower of light, scattered over the canvas like fireworks.

  ROOM #3

  Emily Bingham

  The door is barely open a couple of inches before a strong arm is grabbing my wrist to pull me into the room. His fingers grip with a firmness that means I can’t pull away as he twists it behind me and into the small of my back. Using this leverage on my wrist, he pushes me against the wall hard enough to knock the air out of me as he kicks the door closed with a sinister slam.

  He locks it, the finality of the clicking of that bolt echoing in the room and my head, a reminder that the time to turn back has come and gone. The moment I knocked on this door, I consented to become his plaything. From here on out I have no say in what will happen. No words are to leave my mouth in this space; I am at his mercy. I can only hope I’ve made a wise choice.

  My body is pressed against the cold wall, him leaning into my back, wrenching my wrist at intervals to elicit small pained gasps. Already I’m panting, which makes him chuckle sadistically in my ear. All I can hear is my heart racing and his breath against my neck. He spends what feels like forever enjoying this moment, allowing my adrenaline to build.

  I move my head a bit to the side in order to see him. This is a mistake. He grabs my hair with his free hand, the one that until now had been resting tenderly against my waist. My head is pulled at a sharp angle so that all I can see is ceiling. Each breath is a struggle with my head tipped this far back, but at least he has unpinned me from the wall.

  With my unbound hand, I ineffectually claw at the fingers in my hair until he takes that limb out of the equation by grasping both my hands in his, now trapped between our bodies and twisted between my shoulder blades. His other hand is on my neck now, a soft lover’s caress, all tenderness and reassurance, a messy contrast to the pain in my shoulders. Even I know what comes next, that he’s messing with my mind, letting me get comfortable before his next move.

  Though I’m prepared for the moment his grip on my neck becomes tighter, the suddenness still takes me by surprise. He cradles my head into the crook of his shoulder while very literally holding my breath in his hand. The pressure on my throat means if I hold very still I can get enough air to stay conscious but also requires me to fight the very strong urge to not panic.

  He makes small soothing noises in my ear while tightening his handhold little by little. My knees are starting to melt, my body is begging for just one big gasp of air, a gift he isn’t prepared to let me have. Soon I’m falling against him, unable to hold myself up. He catches the weight of both of us and begins to move me toward the bed.

  Dragging my near-limp body across the room is no effort at all for him. He’s apparently much stronger than I had thought. This realization somehow sparks the first genuine bit of fear in me. I begin to struggle as best I can in my breathless state. This gets me nowhere and wastes the last reserves of air I had left. He chuckles again at my predicament.

  Just before being tossed facedown on the bed, I catch sight of the armchair in the corner. There is someone in it! Another bout of dread passes through me, and I try once again to get away. We were supposed to be alone; there was no mention of a second man!

  I recognize the person sitting comfortably and smiling at the show as my face is shoved into the scratchy comforter. It’s the man who should have me in his hands. The man I had planned all this wickedness with. If he’s watching from afar, who is holding me down on the bed?

  My arms are quickly shackled behind me, and a gag placed in my mouth. I can’t get free, and I can’t call for help. My heart races as the mystery man takes his hands off my bound body and walks away.

  “Quite the situation you’ve gotten yourself into.” The sound of my friend’s voice causes me to go stiff. Both of my captors snicker. Someone grabs my hair and pulls my head off of the bed and begins caressing my face, saying, “Aww…poor thing.”

  Four hands lift and place me in the center of the bed. “Shh. No need to struggle, sweetness, it won’t do you any good. We have big plans for you no matter how much you fight it.”

  He presses my face into the blankets. The other person in the room walks around the bed and I feel his weight on the other side of me on the mattress. Something goes warm and electric at the center of me; I can’t tell whether it’s panic or arousal but I stop fighting and go limp as it runs through me.

  Someone tips me onto my side so I can look into a familiar face. Only the intensity in his eyes and a firmness around his jaw betray some of the thoughts dancing in his mind. He takes my chin in his hand and tips my head toward him.

  “Look at me. I said, look…at…me.” The edge in his voice causes me to comply. For a long and loaded moment, we lock eyes, his hard and mine pleading. “Be brave. You’ll be okay, sweetness.”

  He gi
ves a nod of assent to the person behind me. The last thing I see is him standing above me before a blindfold is cinched tight. My remaining senses are in a frenzy and I struggle to hear where my captors are in the room, to anticipate their next move. Someone turns on music just loud enough to muffle their movements, and suddenly I am totally lost.

  I wait.

  When someone finally sits down on the bed in front of me and begins to unbutton my shirt, the physical contact is actually a relief. Soon this turns into my nipples being twisted and pulled harshly. At this point all I can do is whimper through the gag. The other set of hands in the room push my skirt up and begin fondling my ass, grabbing and smacking it at intervals.

  “Mmm, no panties. Good girl, following orders so well.” It’s my friend’s voice again; the mystery man remains disturbingly quiet. “Should we reward her with a good fucking?”

  The fondling becomes rougher and more sexually charged. I’m tossed on the bed between two much stronger bodies that make no secret about their enjoyment of treating me like a rag doll. Fingers enter me roughly. A tongue is run around my lips where they are spread over the ball gag. Hands alternately pet and pinch my breasts. A cock is pressed against my belly. Teeth nip at my neck, thighs, nipples.

  A surrealistic parade of body parts brush against and have their way with my naked and defenseless skin. Throughout this manhandling I have no way of knowing who is doing what or what will come next. However, even blindfolded and in a frenzy of lust, the sound of pants being unzipped and dropped to the floor is unmistakable. All of the air is forced out of the room by that small sound. It is so silent suddenly it seems no one even dares to breathe. I know for certain what series of events will now unfold.