True Submission
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“Time for your punishment, slave girl,” Andrew said, his eyes bright with lust. She came over to the bed, excited but also a tiny bit scared. Even though she trusted Andrew completely there always remained a little spark of fear that tore through her belly when the games actually began.
Still she obeyed, lying down on the bed. “Spread eagle,” he said and she spread her legs and arms. Expertly he tied her wrists and then her ankles to the four sturdy posts. He slid a fat feather pillow under her ass, forcing her pelvis up, arching her back, exposing her little pussy to his pleasure.
Next, he took one of the chains and wrapped it across her torso, just under her breasts. He had secured it under one side of the bed. Now he secured it on the other side, effectively holding her down with it. He took the second chain and did the same thing at her hips. Ashley was completely immobilized and at his mercy.
Her breathing began to come fast and shallow. Andrew leaned over her, licking each nipple and then biting down just a little harder than was comfortable. Ashley gasped and he moved up, finding her mouth with his. He kissed her slow and deep, his tongue probing, taking, commanding.
He stood back, leaving her with parted lips that seemed to call for more kisses. Ignoring her unspoken plea, he took one of the rags and said, “Open wide.”
“What?” This was something new and Ashley wasn’t sure she liked it.
Bunching the little piece of fabric in his hand, Andrew said, “Don’t forget, you’re being punished, so I don’t want any noise. This should keep you properly quiet, you naughty girl.” He stuffed the rag into her mouth, forcing her tongue back, rendering her mute. Then he took the makeshift scarf of rags he had tied together and tied it over her mouth and around her head to keep it secure. She was truly at his mercy.
He took out the long, thick vibrator and smeared some lubricant on it. Slowly he eased it into her spread cunt, drawing a muffled moan from behind the gag. When she was sopping wet and on fire, he bent down to kiss her pussy, licking slowly, moving in sexy circles but avoiding her clit. She arched up, silently begging him to kiss her there, her body aching with need.
Andrew laughed, knowing precisely what he was doing to her. “Don’t forget, darling. You’re being punished. Bad little girls don’t get to come. Oh, no. Quite the contrary. Bad little girls must suffer.” It was clear from the flush on her face and her heaving chest that she was near orgasm, but she was to be denied at least a while longer.
Andrew stood and slipped off his shorts, revealing his fully erect cock, the tip gleaming with pre-cum. Carefully he climbed over her, straddling her chest. He untied the gag and pulled the little balled rag from her mouth. Ashley gratefully moved her jaw and licked her dry lips.
“Open wide,” he said, grinning as he eased his big, hard cock into her mouth. Ashley licked it happily, savoring the silky feel of his shaft against her tongue. He moved slowly for a few moments, allowing her time to adjust to his invading presence. Then he slid his cock down her throat, controlling the movement, completely in command.
He pulled back and watched her a moment. Their eyes met and something electric and primal passed between them. Sensually he pressed his penis into her mouth and then drew it out again, slowly, carefully, all the while staring down at her, his face a mask of intensity and lust. She thought he might come in her mouth, but instead he pulled out and stood up again, delaying his own pleasure.
“You need a spanking. You know that, don’t you, little girl?” She nodded, moaning with lust.
“Well, we can’t very well spank that gorgeous ass like this, can we?” As he spoke, Andrew quickly untied the ropes and released the chains that bound her. Flipping her over, he repositioned the pillow so that her ass was raised up for its punishment.
“Do I have to tie you, slave girl?”
“No, sir,” she whispered. She could feel her ass tingling as it anticipated the sensual feel of his large, firm hand against her flesh. The smacking sound of skin on skin made her jump with the first impact. He laughed softly and spanked her again, this time a little harder.
The sting of his palm against her tender flesh blended in a lovely combination of pleasure and pain. The pain was real but it somehow transmuted itself into pleasure as if the nerve endings were directly connected to her pussy. As he continued to spank her ass, the heat mounted both on her ass and in her sex.
Andrew continued to smack her until she couldn’t control the moaning, mewling sounds that escaped from her lips. At last, he reached the point where pain began to overtake pleasure. She began to squirm, barely resisting her impulse to cover her poor behind with her hands.
“Please!” she finally yelled. “No more! It hurts, Andrew, it hurts!”
“It’s supposed to, you silly girl. Why do you think they call it punishment?” His hand came down hard on her tender flesh, once, twice and a third time. Then he relented and she felt his soft lips against the heated skin of her ass. He kissed and licked the hot flesh, murmuring, “I love you. Sexy, wonderful woman. I adore you.”
Flipping her over, he kept his face low so that she felt his sweet breath against her clit. He licked it once, making her jump and squeal with pleasure.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Kiss me. Kiss me there. Please.”
“This is a punishment, you little slut,” he said, his eyes dancing. “You don’t deserve to be kissed there.” He was teasing her, but her need was palpable and she missed the humor.
“Please,” she whispered again, begging.
“Nope. Sorry. Not today.” He paused, massaging his chin and pretending to ponder her fate, which of course he had already decided. After a theatrical pause he continued. “You know, I think I will let you come because I like to watch. But you’re going to have to do it yourself. Play with yourself, little girl. This time I’m watching, so it’s okay.”
It was better than nothing. Licking her fingers Ashley let her legs fall farther apart. Andrew knelt between her knees, his hand on his hard cock. He slowly moved his hand up and down the shaft as his lover began to play with herself for the second time that day.
Already fiercely aroused from the dildo, the kisses, the bondage and the spanking, she rubbed and teased her own pussy, her eyes glued to Andrew’s cock. Finally, she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer. They fluttered shut as she feverishly rubbed and fucked herself, fingers on her clit and buried in her pussy. Her hips arched up uncontrollably. She could feel her hot, moist vaginal walls clamp down on her fingers as she gave herself over to the intense rolling sensation of orgasm, not aware of the low guttural moan that came from her lips.
She fell back at last, heart pounding, fingers sticky with her own juices. Slowly the world came back into focus and she sat up on the pillows, swinging her long hair out of her face.
Andrew’s eyes were on her, burning with need. His cock was rigid in his hand. Ashley let her legs fall open again and whispered, “Please. Fuck me.” He didn’t need a second invitation. He tried to start slow, to tease her with his cock, but his own need was too great. Andrew plunged deep inside of her, filling her completely.
How far she had come from the shy, sexually inhibited girl unaware of her own passions. Now Ashley adored making herself come for Andrew. She craved being tied up and spanked and teased. But there was nothing that could compare to the feeling of his penis, hard and throbbing inside of her, drawing her inexorably toward their shared pleasure. They lost themselves when they made love, literally becoming one as they arched into each other, their bodies joined at hip and mouth.
Andrew enfolded her in his arms, kissing her as he pinned her down with his full weight, his cock deep inside of her. She felt his strong hands on her arms as he raised her wrists up high over her head.
She felt enslaved not only by his physical presence as he controlled her body and took what he claimed as his. She was also enslaved by the very idea of her submission, of an obedience and love freely given
and lovingly taken. She felt the rise of impending orgasm washing over her, crashing through her. Ashley lost her sense of self, of separateness.
Andrew climaxed, crying out Ashley’s name, his face buried in her neck, his hands still holding her wrists. She let go of the tenuous control she had left as she gave in completely to the rolling, lovely intensity of her orgasm, syncopated against the thrust and grunt of his. He fell against her, his breathing labored, his body slick with sweat.
Slowly they turned like practiced dancers onto their sides, curling into each other, totally content, deeply sated. The overhead fan cooled their naked bodies as they drifted together to sleep.
They had become more than lovers—they were soul mates in the truest sense of the word, their spirits entwined in a way that made them more than the sum of their parts.
What was left? What could possibly be left to draw them even closer together?
Andrew and Ashley wish to invite you to share in their happiness at their wedding…
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