Submission- story 1
I walked you down the stairs to the basement, something that gave your stomach a jump, and scared you at the same time. You never know what to expect when you are with me, and maybe that’s why you enjoy it so much. The stairs creaked with every step I took, for you were leaning on me, helpless and bruised. But you were smiling at me and I knew it was ok to continue.
Once at the place I desired, I stood you up. You had regained a lot of your energy from nights before surprisingly fast, but still you fell to your knees and stared up at me.
“Take off your clothes. Now”
Your eyes glint in the poor light of the basement, “Yes, Master” and you remove you clothes, all the time never staring me in the eyes.
“Give me your hands.”
You nodded and held your wrists together above your head. “Yes, Master”
“Good boy, now stand up”
You stand, shaky, with anticipation and fear. You don’t look up but you hear the chains above your head, and you know too well that your hands were being suspended on the metal pipes on the ceiling. You laugh at this; a simple ‘heh’ was all I needed to set me off. I step towards the far wall, grab my whip, and lash at your back.
Smack. A red mark streaks your right shoulder, Smack, again, except this time on the left.
You lift your head, trying to see me over your shoulder
Smack. You’re hit in the back of the head. It stings, and you realize how sore your back is. You hear the whip crack more times. Smack…Smack…
You wince in pain, but it gives you such pleasure that you’d rather die than have me stop. You feel the whip again. But this time, you are conscious of the blood running down your back. I stop and you are worried. You don’t know where I am, and you are too weak to break free from the chains. You heart beats faster, with the idea of me being gone. You can’t hear me and you jump when you feel my fingers caressing your shoulder, and my breath on your neck. I trace the wounds on your back, softly enough that you don’t know if you’re really feeling it at all. I kiss the back of your neck, and the feeling is a shocking heat in contrast to the cold basement. You hear the whip hit the floor, and feel my hands, strongly now, at your hips. Your stomach jumps again, surprised, for I have never done this before. You are confused, you don’t know how to feel, for no one has told you how to feel, but there is a difference about this…emotion. It’s the most living gentle thing you’ve ever gotten close to feeling.
You feel my hands wrap around your waist, and the kissing of your neck has turned into biting and licking. You feel my tongue brush against the scars on your neck, and then nothing. My hands are slipping away and you are blushing at the weakness you had shown.
You believe you have failed some sort of test, until your feel me move again, now in front of you, crawling across your lower stomach. You shiver and beg to me “Please, please master..” And before your could finish the sentence you feel my lips on yours. Your muscles tense in want of self-discipline, but you can’t control it. My body is pressed up against you now, my hands snake around your neck. You feel my tongue in your mouth, a warm comfort that you will never forget. And it starts out slowly, until I gets harder, my fingers run through your hair, grabbing your head and keeping it where I want. You feel nearly choked but still you can’t control yourself at all. You have completely succumbed yourself to me, and you are hopelessly weakened.
Then it slows, I stop and pull away, dragging my hands down your chest. Your vision is more defined now, and you watch me undress in front of you. Your eyes widen in pleasure, but you see something in my eyes like pity, as a tear traces the lining of my face. I move closer again, and I unlock the chains on your hands. Surprised, you fall on top of me, pinning me to the floor, hands on the floor beside my head, you lift yourself up. I stare into your eyes, and you in mine. It is a moment when you realize what I really want, and I smile as you slip inside of me. I can feel you inside of my body, and our bodies are instantly filled with a white hot heat, and our hearts begin to beat together.
You are not afraid of me, and this time I have no intention of hurting you; and you keep going, moving, faster and faster until I feel as if I could no longer take it. I feel it coming on, and I sense you do to. My fingers move through your hair, grabbing hold, and I tilt my head up so our foreheads are touching.
“Keep going, oh my god, keep going, please”
You pay no mind to me, and you continue as you were before but this time it’s harder. I pray for some release, and as it slowly comes, my hands lock stiff on your hair and I scream. I have no control over you anymore, and I have no control over myself. I keep screaming, trying to breathe, but I’m overcome with such blinding pleasure that I can’t think anymore. Before I know it, the pleasure dies down, I learn how to breathe again and I collapse on the ground, weak and completely unable to think anymore. You pull out and stand up, and I look up to see you staring down at me.
“Get up” you say to me
I look at you with eyes containing complete submission. I say in a voice unfamiliar to before, “Y-yes Master”