by Diana Hunter
With a cry, the tension inside burst forth and she convulsed as the orgasm wracked her body. He did not let up, but kept the pressure on her as wave after wave made her body dance for him.
Her cries quieted into whimpers and her body settled as he brought her down. She wasn’t even aware of when he left her; but when her senses returned, she was covered and he was in the shower.
Phillip’s first sight upon reentering the bedroom was of his slave, wantonly lying with her legs still spread under the covers, smiling at him—a smile of total and complete bliss. He could not help himself. Flinging off the thin blanket, he stretched beside her, cupping her breast in one hand and possessing her mouth with his tongue.
He had showered, but not yet brushed his teeth and she could taste herself on his lips. The taste started the fires burning again and she could not remember a time when she had felt so alive. The air was crisper, the sun shone brighter and she felt herself to be a sexual being for the first time in her life.
Wrapping her arms around him, she hugged him tightly, her love for him bursting from every pore of her being. Phillip pushed himself up to look at her, his eyes shining as he smiled; was ever a man as lucky as he? He loved her more deeply than he had ever loved before—and the most wonderful thing of all was that she loved him back.
“I love you, Sarah-my-slave.”
“I love you, Phillip-my-master.”
She giggled as he attacked her neck, his breath tickling. That gave him ideas and he ran his fingers over her side finding her most ticklish spots. She squealed and let her fingers do some searching of their own. Laughing and giggling, the two of them rolled around on the bed until they collapsed in each other’s arms.
“Truce!” Phillip declared and Sarah’s hands immediately changed to a caress. Brushing the hair from her face, he leaned in to kiss her tenderly.
“Oh, Master,” she breathed when he withdrew. “Tell me why I like this so much. Tell me why I like for you to tie me up and why I want you to whip my body pink. Tell me why I liked being mostly naked and on display for strangers last night. Tell me what power you have over me that I want to give you such control of me. I am in love with you, Sir—and I no longer have any limits.”
He smiled as he smoothed her hair. Propped up on one arm, he leaned his head on one hand as his fingers drifted down to play with her breast while he explained.
“I have no power at all, Sarah. You have it all, haven’t you realized that yet?”
“You mean, I have power because I can walk out any time I wish. If I didn’t want to participate last night, I could have told you that before you put the bit in. Even though I didn’t know the specifics of what was coming, you certainly did give me enough opportunity to flee.”
“And yet you didn’t.” His finger idly circled her nipple. “Why?”
Her cheeks colored and she rolled over to face him, trying to understand. “I didn’t run because it never occurred to me. I was scared, especially when you left me in the bedroom to bring everyone in and get them settled, and again once you turned off all the lights except for the ones on my cage. That really unnerved me.” Her eyes dropped. “I’m sorry I wasn’t better behaved then.”
“You don’t need to apologize.” His hand touched her chin, lifting her eyes to his. “All your life you’ve been conditioned to think one particular way. Over the past several weeks, you’ve been exploring another alternative. The two parts of you are bound, if you’ll pardon the pun, to fight on occasion.” He grinned. “And I can see which side won.”
“Yes, you have unleashed the wanton side of me…” Her eyes flashed as she reached down to cup his soft cock in her hand. “I want to be very naughty with you. I want to be your sex slave.”
She tried not to, but giggled anyway. It sounded so absurd when said out loud—and yet it was what she wanted, more than anything in the world.
He grinned, and let her play with his cock. In the early morning light, she looked so like a child eager to please, wanting to learn. So open and innocent about her own needs and desires.
“You said you don’t know why you like to be tied up when I take you. Do you really not know?”
“Well, I know a psychologist would tell me it has to do with the fact that I’m feeling guilty about all this—and that being tied up allows me to believe my actions are no longer in my control. I have to admit, being tied, I do feel freer to express myself than when I’m not tied.
“But there’s more to it than that, I think. There is just something wonderful about having given up control. There’s something about giving you permission to bind me—about trusting you so completely—that really arouses me. And that, I think, is the real reason I like it so much.”
Phillip nodded. “It’s the reason I like it so much as well. For me, the arousal comes when you submit. When I push you past where you are comfortable and you submit anyway and go along with me? That is the biggest thrill of all.”
“I can tell. Just thinking about it, has made you hard.” Sarah’s hand continued to caress his cock, now grown to almost full size. She looked at him, a pleading in her eyes. “Please, Sir. Let me do this. Let me please you and show you how much I love you?” She climbed out of the bed and knelt at the side, her nipples standing straight up in the morning air.
He didn’t even need to think about it. She wanted to service him—she wanted to show her love by sucking him off. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and leaned back on his hands. “Then make me come, slave.” His voice was gruffer than he meant it to be, his heart was too much in his throat.
She understood. Smiling, she leaned forward, taking his length in her mouth and drawing up, licked the underside of his shaft; leaving a thin, wet line behind. The air hit the wet spot and he grew harder as the warmth of her mouth contrasted with the coolness of the air.
Circling the tip, she drew lazy circles around it with her tongue, looking up at him with smoldering eyes.
“Slave, what are you doing to me?” he whispered.
“Teasing you, my dear master,” she replied innocently. “Would you like me to stop?”
He groaned as her mouth encircled just the tip and her tongue flicked inside the slit at the end, licking the pre-come that had already formed there. He could not answer and realized she knew it.
She grinned as she withdrew, leaving her hand to rub his skin, knowing exactly what she was doing to him. For the moment, he had given his control to her and she intended to make full use of it. Pushing his cock up, she leaned down to lick his balls, sucking in first one, and then the other, rolling the stones around in her mouth. She was rewarded by another moan.
“Slave, you are tormenting me!”
“Yes, Sir, I am.” She ran her tongue from his balls to his tip, then opening wide, she swallowed his cock, the gag reflex relaxed and her nose buried into his belly. She held him there as his hips thrust against her, holding on until she needed to breathe. Only then did she release him just long enough to grab a breath and impale her mouth on him once more.
He moaned out his need, unable to form words any longer. Taking pity on him, she pumped him then, her hand and her mouth bringing him the release he longed for.
He came with a vengeance. With stars and explosions inside his body, his juices burst down her throat. The hot liquid filled her mouth and she swallowed his come just as she had swallowed his cock. Squeezing his balls to help him empty, she knelt before him and accepted his gift to her.
Arms trembling from the intensity, Phillip slowly lowered himself to the bed as Sarah now licked him clean. He felt a warm cloth and realized she had left him and come back and he hadn’t even noticed. Awareness of the world returned to him.
“Slave,” he called, his voice raw.
She was at his side in an instant. “Yes, Master?”
“You are incredible, slave.”
She grinned. “Thank you, Master.” Her smile turned naughty. “If my Master has no further use for his slave at this particular t
ime, then his slave would like to shower and get ready for church. Or did Master forget it is Sunday?”
“Master did not forget, slave. Go shower.” He watched as she rose, her nudity totally natural to her now. “Slave,” he called as she reached the door.
She turned. He was still lying helpless on the bed—she had taken a lot out of him this morning and didn’t feel guilty at all. He deserved such a wonderful orgasm—how many had he given her? She would make every one of them as glorious if she could.
“Never mind. Take your shower.”
Smiling, she left him to shower and shave for him.
He heard her humming to herself as she prepared her shower, but didn’t even attempt to rise until the water turned on. The woman wore him out! Giving her control for a short time was definitely something he was going to have to do every once in a while. Standing, he walked over to his dresser, opening it and taking out a small box. He had intended to give it to her this morning, but it wasn’t the time. Not with the two of them naked and him still recovering from his orgasm.
Dressing, he tucked the little box into his suit coat pocket just as she emerged from the bathroom. “Come on, slave, there isn’t much time!” He admonished her, helping by getting her clothes out.
The navy suit hung in the closet and he realized he needed to get her something else for church. She had worn this one three weeks in a row. That was fine when he didn’t know how long she’d be his. This week he would go shopping again. He grinned as he pulled it out and handed it to her.
“Why are you grinning, Sir? You look like you’re plotting something.”
“I am, slave. Always. You know that.” Setting the clothes on the bed, he turned to leave. “Meet you at the car.”
She watched in puzzlement. He was definitely plotting something, but there wasn’t time to chase it down right now. The stockings and garter belt from last night were going to have to do for today—she would wash them out when they got back. Slipping on the sheer bra that used to make her feel so naughty going to church, now felt comfortable—especially after that bra with the holes in it the night before.
Dressed, she passed the living room on her way to the door. It looked so normal now, just as it always did. Hard to believe the things that had happened there the night before.
And yet they had. Her cheeks coloring again, she ran from the memory and out the door.
* * * * *
She greeted several parishioners by name this week and noted at least one absence. Mrs. Finch and her daughter Emily were not among the congregation today. Sarah sighed and enjoyed the service.
The weather this weekend had taken a decided turn towards winter. The leaves were turning, but not quite at peak. After church, Phillip took a different route than the one he usually took to go home. “It’s a beautiful day, if cold for this time of year,” he explained. “Thought we might take a drive.”
It was a beautiful day for a meander through the countryside. The hills were covered with maples and oak whose turning leaves made the hillsides look as if they had purchased new clothes. Exploring a side road, Phillip and Sarah found a small lake and decided to circle it, turning and venturing down the even tinier roads that forked here and there, always keeping the lake in view. A small diner-type restaurant hugged the shore of the lake and Phillip turned in. “Hungry?”
“Absolutely!”
As always, she waited while he came around to get her door, taking his hand to pull herself out. The gravel was uneven under her heels and she took his arm gratefully as they crossed to the restaurant’s door.
The interior was that of a typical lakeside diner—lots of netting and fake fish on the walls. But the tables were clean and the view was gorgeous. The summer season was mostly done, so the cottagers had all gone home, the waitress explained. They would, themselves, be open only a few more weekends before closing for the winter. The porch dining was already closed up.
They didn’t mind taking seats by the big picture window. Outside, the dock spread its fingers into the lake—most of the bays empty now. With the changing leaves, the panorama was beautiful on the still lake and they both found their gaze pulled back to the view time and time again as they ate.
Phillip paid the check and asked the waitress if it would be all right for them to take a walk out on the docks.
“Sure. But it’s a might chilly out there. Wind comes off the lake and all.”
Thanking her, the two slipped out through a side exit and they slowly made their way along the dock. Sarah was not surprised to find that Phillip was knowledgeable about boating—and had owned several boats in the past.
“Yes,” she said in answer to his question. “I’ve been out on the water a few times, but never in anything other than my uncle’s sixteen-foot motorboat. And then we were only going up and down the canal.”
His arm was around her waist as they stood at the end of the dock, looking out over the water. “I will take you sailing then, someday. Would my slave like to be out on the water, crewing for me?”
She smiled up at him. “Phillip-my-master, I would love to crew for you any time you wish.”
He turned to her and his heart skipped a beat. She looked so beautiful with the wind just lifting her hair like that. The leather collar she wore in public trimmed her neck as her face turned up to him and the sunlight lit up her eyes. His hand dipped into his pocket as he stepped away from her for a moment.
“Sarah, close your eyes.”
She did so, not even thinking to question his command. She heard a creak as he opened something, but did not peek.
“Open them now.”
She did. In his hand was a small, velvet box. The lid was raised, revealing the diamond ring inside.
“Sarah,” he murmured, “society does not recognize my collar on you and I want the world to know you are mine. Will you marry me?”
Her eyes watered and the breath caught in her throat. “Oh, Phillip! I can’t believe…I mean…you really want…Yes! Yes, Phillip, I will marry you!” She could not contain herself and threw her arms around him.
He staggered back under the force of her hug, righted himself and enfolded her in his embrace. She pulled away, looking again at the ring in the box, her eyes shining with tears.
“Here, let me put it on you.” He took the ring and she obediently held out her left hand. He slid it home and it rested perfectly on her finger. She trembled to see it there—a sign to the world that she was owned. Funny how she had never seen it that way before. But it was true. She belonged to one man again, although in a very different way than before. The tears spilled over as she held out her hand for him to see.
Her face was streaked with tears of joy and he knew he had made the right choice. She wanted to be owned by him—and the collar wasn’t enough. She would remain true, that wasn’t the issue. But with the force of law behind their union, he would be able to take her further than she ever imagined. He could not resist. Putting his hands on either side of her face, his thumbs wiped away her tears and he pulled her into a kiss. Tasting the salt on her lips from her tears, he opened his mouth to take her completely.
And here, in a public place, where undoubtedly the few patrons of the restaurant could see them, she opened to him, letting his tongue enter and possess her again. She pressed herself into him, giving her soul up to his kiss and her body to his hands.
He did not let go of her face as he withdrew, instead, he rested his forehead on hers. “I love you, Sarah-my-slave.”
“And I love you, Phillip-my-master.”
Arm in arm, the ring twinkling on her finger, the collar snug about her neck, Sarah and Phillip walked back to the car and to a new life together.
About the Author
For many years, Diana Hunter confined herself to mainstream writings. Her interest in the world of dominance and submission, dormant for years, bloomed when she met a man who was willing to let her explore the submissive side of her personality. In her academic approach to learning abo
ut the lifestyle, she discovered hundreds of short stories that existed on the topic, but none of them seemed to express her view of a d/s relationship. Challenged by a friend to write a better one, she wrote her first BDSM novel, Secret Submission, published by Ellora’s Cave Publishing.
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