by Acton, Kim
Vicki - OK, we’ll talk about that. What kinds of things do subs usually like?
Dom - They want you in control and they want to be treated lovingly when they do something you approve of and harshly when they don’t. You can be harsh verbally. It’s very easy with a male because you can call him a pussy. You can tell him he doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve to fuck you or lick you. You tell him he’s just a dildo for your pleasure and things like that.
Vicki - And other than verbally?
Dom - Most men are very intimidated by anal sex so you use that as a threat. You tell him you’re going to put something in his ass. You use a strap-on to fuck his ass and tell him he’s your little slut. But pay attention to how much he likes it. If he really loves it then you withhold it and tell him he only gets it as a reward. Either way you always are in control of it and you always get it your way.
Vicki - He’s been looking a lot of pictures of subs getting spanked and whipped. Where do I start with all that?
Dom - That’s an art. LOL. You need to read up on what the different implements are and how severe they are. You’ll end up having a few favorites and mostly stick with those. You need items for maintenance and others for punishment.
Vicki - Maintenance?
Dom - It’s common to have a daily or weekly session where the sub gets a whipping just to remind him who is in charge. It’s not for doing something wrong, it’s to keep him in a submissive frame of mind. For those sessions you don’t use the severe toys, you save those as a threat and it has to be something they dread getting.
Their chat went for a long time and Vicki received a huge amount of information that gave her much more confidence. She also asked the dom about how to deal with Mike cumming too soon for her liking. She learned about using orgasm denial and strict control as a means of training. The dom told her an absolutely diabolical method of training a sub to withhold his climax and Vicki decided it would be how Mike would get his punishment that evening.
Vicki was at home in the kitchen when she heard Mike’s car pull into the garage. He came into the house, dropped his keys on the counter and opened the fridge. “When you get home I expect a proper kiss” said Vicki. Mike froze for a moment and felt a chill run through him. He walked to her, kissed her on the lips and stepped back. “That’s not a proper kiss. You better do it again and I want to feel your love and devotion to me,” she said with an edge of threat.
Mike’s head was spinning. He hugged her tightly and kissed her fully then held his cheek against hers and whispered, “I’ll do anything you say.”
Vicki smiled with approval, “Well, there’s no point delaying your punishment. Go lie on the bed naked and on your back.”
Mike did as he was told.
Vicki entered the bedroom with the bag from the adult store in one hand and a bottle of something in the other. She set them on the bed and sat between Mike’s legs and took a very firm grip his hard cock. She told him some of her rules. He could never, ever have an orgasm without her permission. When they had any type sex he was required to focus completely on her pleasure and ignore his own. If she sucked his cock he was to only think about how much she was enjoying it and feel grateful he was allowed to give her enjoyment, he was not to think about his own pleasure. He could only ejaculate with permission and if he disobeyed it would always result in hard punishment. Vicki asked him if he understood those rules.
Mike responded, “Yes…” then added, “Mistress.”
Vicki slapped his cock hard, Mike yelped and his eyes flew wide in disbelief.
“Did I say you could call me that? Do you know what a mistress is? It’s a woman you fuck behind your wife’s back! Are you ever going to do that?” yelled Vicki.
“No! No I’m not. I’m sorry,” offered Mike.
“You’re damned right you’re not. From now on you can call me Vicki under normal daily circumstances. But when we are having a session you may only call me Ma’am or My Wife. Do you understand that?” asked Vicki, resuming her tight grip on his cock.
Mike nodded.
“Say it,” ordered Vicki.
“Yes Ma’am!” complied Mike.
“Say it again,” ordered Vicki.
“Yes, My Wife!” said Mike nervously.
“Very good. And whenever I tell you to do something I want you to respond saying ‘Yes, Ma’am’ and I want you to do it right away,” she clenched his cock even harder. “Understand?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Vicki smiled with satisfaction and ran her fingers over his newly smooth pubic area and his balls. “I like this new look on you. I expect you to shave every morning and keep this area just the way I like it.” She paused. She slapped his cock hard. “I didn’t hear you!”
“Yes, Ma’am. I’m sorry Ma’am. I’ll keep it shaved every day,” Mike hurried to reply.
“That’s better,” she replied and began to slowly stroke his cock. “Now let’s get to the issue at hand, as it were. Last night I said you could not have an orgasm, and yet this morning I found you in the shower jerking off. That’s something we have to correct right away, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
She continued, “I also want you to learn better control. I want you to be able to service me with this cock for as long as I want without you cumming. I might feel like sucking it for a long time, then fucking in a few different positions, then sucking it some more and maybe watching you jerk it for my amusement and through all of that I don’t want you cumming until I say you can. You’ve already proven you can’t do that. You cum far too quickly for my liking and starting tonight you’re going to be trained to delay your orgasm.”
Vicki reached for the bottle on the bed and popped open the cap. She drizzled a generous amount of baby oil over Mike’s cock and balls and onto the palms of her hands. She stroked the length of his shaft using both hands, carefully included his balls on the downward stroke and swirled her fingers over the head at the top of the motion. Mike was being driven crazy by it and started to thrash about on the bed. “Keep still,” came her order.
“Yes, Ma’am,”
She continued to slowly stroke his cock and could feel herself taking pleasure in his agony. He twitched his hips and clenched his fists until his knuckles were white. She loved the effect it was having. When Mike was near to bursting she slowly stroked upward and pressed her thumbs against the underside of his shaft to force copious pre cum from his cock. As it oozed out she caught it all on two fingers. “Oh, my. Looks like you’re ready to explode. I guess we better stop before you have an accident. Open your mouth.”
Mike blurted a confused “Yes, Ma’am,” and complied.
Vicki put both wet fingers in his mouth and said, “Now clean that cum off my fingers. Atta’ boy, suck them clean for Your Wife. Make sure you get it all.”
Mike was in shock. He’d never heard of anyone doing that before, let alone thought Vicki would be so incredibly dominant. He felt a wave of submissive shame wash over him, yet it was so erotic it made him dizzy with excitement.
“What do you say?” asked Vicki as she slid her clean fingers out of his sucking mouth.
“Thank you, My Wife,” he gasped.
“Now,” she continued, “Of course we need to keep doing this a lot longer but the problem is you are too close to cumming, aren’t you? So I want you to roll over and get on your knees.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Press your face and chest into the bed and stick your ass up high. Move your knees farther apart, I want to see that cock dangling while you’re in that position.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Vicki stood beside the bed and inspected the view of him on his hands and knees with his ass submissively raised to give her easy access to whatever she wanted to play with. “We’ll call this the dog position. When I tell you to get in the dog position this is what I want to see; you completely naked and in this exact position. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“As I was saying, we need to continue but you’re just too close to cumming. And I know you haven’t forgotten that you are getting disciplined tonight. So I’m going to kill two birds with one stone.” Vicki picked up the bag on the bed and removed a leather implement. Mike’s eyes darted to it and he reflexively clenched his ass cheeks. It was a thick strip of black leather about two feet in length with a beautiful braided leather handle. The leather consisted of two layers stitched together to double the thickness. A slit was cut down the middle of the business end creating two long forks which were each trimmed to a point at the end. “I’m told this is called a tawse. It’s supposed to be an excellent way to make sure a submissive pays attention and remembers what he’s been told,” she said calmly.
Vicki reached between his legs and grabbed his cock firmly. “Oh, this is still much too hard to continue stroking. So I’m going to use this tawse on your ass until your cock is nice and flaccid. Then we can start again with the stroking lesson. Are you ready?”
Mike was fighting back the overwhelming emotion of years of fantasy and anticipation coming to reality. He was in a cold sweat, his cock was swinging and bobbing and he could feel muscle contractions running though his upper legs and ass. “Yes, Ma’am,” he offered in a hoarse whisper.
“Crack!” the first stroke landed perfectly across both cheeks. Mike sucked in air and was in disbelief at how much it hurt. It was a good thud followed by a sting that spread fast. “Crack, crack!” Vicki was amazed at how quickly the marks appeared on his untanned skin. Light pink traces of the two forks and the pointed shape of the tips were visible. Already six individual lines crossed Mike’s ass. “Oh, I like this!” said Vicki in a cheerful voice. “You better get used to this because I could do this all night.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Very good.” She gave him a few more. Mike was hissing on every stroke and doing his best to stay in position. She gave him another six then felt his cock. “Oh, it’s starting to work. A few more and I think you’ll be soft enough to start again,” she chirped, deliberately showing amusement at his predicament. She gave him another four but in quicker succession and Mike cried out and clutched the comforter with both fists. Vicki dropped the tawse on the bed and told Mike to roll over and spread his legs.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Vicki got between his legs and reapplied more baby oil. Mike was gasping to catch his breath and his cock had calmed to a mostly flaccid condition. Vicki cupped his shaven balls in one hand and his cock in the other. “Now, where was I? Time to get this thing hard and milk some more pre cum out of it, I’d say. You must be hot and thirsty so we’ll get lots of pre cum for you to drink. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“I know you would. You’re going to do it all night.” Vicki started to jerk him fast and his cock sprang to attention. She got him close to the point of no return then let go with both hands. “We’ll just take it slow for awhile,” she said and ran her fingernails over the head of his cock. She resumed an achingly slow pace and twisted both hands on every stroke. The oil made delicious slurping sounds and it created a sensory overload for Mike. He was aroused like never before.
“You love this don’t you? Tell me what you’re thinking right now,” commanded Vicki.
“Yes, Ma’am.” Mike gathered his wits. “It’s like sensory overload. I hear the slippery sound of the oil as you rub me. I can see my gorgeous Wife dominantly milking my aching cock, I can taste my own pre cum in the back of my throat and my entire ass is absolutely on fire. It’s all amazing,” Mike offered with gratitude in his voice. “This is just so fucking hot.”
Vicki smiled then noticed more pre cum was flowing from the head of his cock. She scooped it onto her fingers again. “Oh, that didn’t take long this time. Open up. Lick them clean. Get it all or you’ll get extra strokes with the tawse,” she ordered with a commanding voice.
“Yes, Ma’am.” Mike obeyed immediately.
“Now - dog position!” Vicki ordered after her clean fingers emerged from his mouth.
Mike positioned himself as he’d been trained.
“Very good. You said your senses were overloaded but you didn’t mention your sense of smell. We want you to have the full experience.” She pushed the tawse in front of his nose. “Take a few deep breaths of the leather you’re going to get.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Mike breathed in the aroma of the warm leather.
“It’s time to make that cock soft again. So get the full scent of the leather that’s going to be administered to your submissive little ass. In fact, kiss it. I want you to kiss the tawse that’s going to discipline you.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Mike pursed his lips and kissed the tawse.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you, Ma’am,” offered Mike.
“I want you to say thank you to your wife for disciplining you with this,” said Vicki as she pressed it into his face.
“Thank you, My Wife for teaching me proper submission and discipline with your tawse. Please give it to me good and hard, My Wife,” Mike ad libbed.
“Excellent, you little slut. You really want it badly don’t you?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Vicki had been apprehensive that she might have been too harsh with the tawse but now she knew that Mike seriously craved it to be even more intense. She was surprised at how glad she was of that. She realized she enjoyed the powerful feeling of being in total control and of making Mike say and do things he’d never done before. “Don’t worry, you’re going to get it harder. A lot harder.” She watched his body slightly convulse as she said it.
“Crack, crack, crack, crack!” The tawse made a sound like a dry branch being broken over a knee and Mike could not stifle his cries each time it lashed across his skin. The individual traces of the tawse could no longer be seen, instead his ass had grown a deep red all over with the beginnings of purple welts across his buttocks.
As the night went on Vicki milked him five times and whipped him five times. She made him ask for more. She made him say he would obey her. She made him say she was in total control of his cock. She made him feel amazingly submissive and at the edge of his limit for discipline. Then, when she knew he could take no more, she make him jerk his cock while she gave him the last of his whipping.
“C’mon, Mike, jerk that cock for me.” Crack! “Show me how you wanted to jerk off in the shower.” Crack! “Show me that huge load of cum you’re going to lick off my hand.” Crack! Mike was torn between his consuming desire to have his orgasm and bring his whipping to an end and the dread of being made to lick his own cum off Vicki’s hand. The orgasm, of course, won. As he bucked and flailed in the last throes before ejaculating, Vicki dropped the tawse and cupped her hand in front of his throbbing cock. The hot cum sprayed into her hand repeatedly while Mike screamed out and collapsed. She quickly moved her hand to his gasping mouth. “Lick it up! All of it! And remember what this feels like next time you even think about touching the cock I own.”
Mike obeyed with a moan and a whimper and was careful to clean it all off her hand, lest she pick up the tawse again. He was trembling as he hugged her leg, “Yes, Ma’am. Thank you so much, My Wife.” He was a puddle of exhausted flesh.
Vicki pulled the covers over him, turned out the light and told him to go to sleep. Mike did as he was told.
CHAPTER FIVE
Advice From A Dominatrix
The next morning was a Saturday which meant Vicki and Mike could spend the day at home together. Vicki was already in the kitchen making some breakfast when Mike awakened. He moved to get up and felt the unfamiliar pain of of a very sore behind. He stood up and ran his hands across his ass cheeks. He could still feel heat and the welts felt like wide corduroy under his fingertips. He looked at himself in the mirror and was shocked to see the condition of his buttocks. Yellow and purple bruising, red stripes and pink everywhere else. God, he loved it! Just looking at it and
feeling the residual heat made his cock thicken. He threw on his robe and went to the kitchen.
Vicki had her back turned and suddenly felt his arms around her. “You’re finally up. You were sleeping like a log. How are you feeling today?” she said.
Mike tightened his embrace and whispered, “Oh, Honey, thank you so much for last night. It was just amazing. I’m still on fire from it.”
She smiled and stepped away from his embrace, “I think we need to talk about this a bit more.”
Mike sensed something was wrong and he immediately worried that Vicki was having second thoughts about the whole thing. Maybe even remorse about what they did last night. That was not what he wanted to hear.
Vicki put two cereal bowls on the table and she sat down. “Let me see how your ass looks this morning,” she said.
“Yes, Ma’am,” offered Mike.
Vicki raised her palm. “Wait. Right now I’m just Vicki, OK? That’s part of what I want to talk to you about. But first I want to see the condition of your butt.”
Mike turned and pulled his robe out of the way. Vicki winced. “Oh, Mike, that looks really sore. Are you OK with that?” Her voice had genuine concern for him.
Mike sat down but flinched a little as he settled in his chair. He reached across the table and took her hand and tenderly held it between his palms. “Vicki, when I saw and felt my butt this morning I was excited all over again. You gave me the most amazing fantasy last night. I mean, I can’t really say it was a fantasy because I’d never before thought of what you did and made me do. But the feeling I had when you took control of me and ordered me to turn over or to spread my legs, and…well…what you kept doing with my semen - it was all so amazing to me to me. It couldn’t have been better.”
“But you’ve still got marks on your butt. This isn’t something we can do all the time. And I’m still trying to get my head into how all this will work,” Vicki said.
