Artist Unknown

I have several reasons for writing this story today, and I’ll even share some of them with you. First, I felt a desire to show just how sadistic I truly am. This won’t come as a surprise to some of you. Second, I wanted to describe what I feel it should be like between a committed submissive and her Dom. Does calling him Master make her a slave? No. It does not. It merely shows her knowing herself and him in a way that lets her give that deeply of herself to him. He knows she has a very intelligent mind and she is articulate. The fact that she is willing to kneel and call him master aloud means…the world and universe to him. Lastly, I enjoy making my subby readers squirm even if they don’t want to tell me they are…which is fine since they are mostly owned by another. Emojis work, too. lol.

Fanny licked around the metal plug gently and seductively.

Her eyes stayed on Sir as ordered. His eyes blazed with open lust and lecherous intentions on her.

Fanny loved it when he looked at her like that.

Her Sir was such a sadist. The worst part or best part was how he made her complicit in her own torture and submission. Like now, instead of using lube or just dipping into her own juices, he made her wet the plug before he was going to insert it.

Fanny wanted very much to do a good job, or it would not be pleasant. It was her incentive to do it thoroughly. It was her choice to do it in a brazen, lusty way to tease Sir a little. It was working! His eyes roared with deeper flames as Fanny sucked the tip of the plug into her mouth as though it were his tip.

Pulling it free with a Pop, she kissed the tip of it then circled it with her tongue just as she did when beginning her cock worship. Fanny knew she was going to pay for her little game, but she also knew Sir would love punishing her. Deep down, she knew she would love being punished by him.

It was the delightful cycle with their D/s dynamic. Sir gave her leeway to push his buttons a little because he knew she enjoyed it. He also knew she was aware how she was asking for retribution. Her tacit permission to enjoy himself in her cries, sobs, and begging that would come soon.

Fanny almost giggled. She hoped to come soon, too. It wasn’t likely since Sir would be sure to make her earn an orgasm today. They were all his and not hers. A fact she loved and openly admitted she loved his control over her in this aspect as many others.

Sir owned her ass, too. His daily reminder to her with a plug in the morning assured her being in the right headspace for him during the day. He’d even begun to have her wear it in the first hour she was working!

Fanny had been against this at first but she knew how much he wanted to own her like that and at that time. It was a Dom thing, a possession thing, and she understood it. Wisely, or perhaps wickedly, he knew the best way to get her to do something like this was to back off and let her approach it in her own way.

God help her, it was her suggestion to start wearing the plug for an hour at work. She used the time to focus on paperwork and procedures that needed to be done. It was a part of her day, she needed to focus but didn’t need to be on or concentrate on another person. She wasn’t about to let it compromise her work with her clients.

His patience was rewarded when she…begged…to be allowed to try it. Sir was kind enough not to gloat. In this way, she was a lucky little subby. His smile when she’d begged was his only outward sign of accomplishment? Victory? Either way, Sir had won again because she loved him.

It was as simple as that, really. Her love language was submission to him. Submissive acts for him was her way of showing instead of just saying that she loved him very much. She knew he could be more pushy and she’d obey. He could dominate more riggedly and she’d allow him.

Yet, he strived so hard to make her feel safe and as in control as she wanted. Fanny didn’t ask for much, but the fact he gave her what she needed was why she adored kneeling at his feet as he read his book or worked on his laptop in the evenings. She would have cooked dinner for them, and he’d eat from his tray while she held her plate and knelt beside him. It was not his requirement but her way of showing her devotion to him.

For his part, he took over the things she hated to do, like working with the mechanic any time a car broke down. He was the one who made the customer service calls to places for help or warranty stuff. Fanny was not fond of confrontation, so Sir stepped up to it on her behalf.

He jokingly would refer to such things as his Dom Chores. The things a Dom did to help their submissive or support them. It was so necessary to further cement her submission to him. Control or dominance of her was her choice. If he wanted her to keep making that choice, he needed to step up and do what he needed to do to help her.

Sir always told her the return on his investment didn’t seem fair compared to what she did for him. Fanny didn’t see it that way. Not only did he do those things for her, he also held her when she needed him. He kissed her in a way no man ever had before. The orgasms he let her have were so epically powerful that they shook her to the core!

He’d gotten her to climax in more ways than she thought were possible. She’d even learned to climax from being spanked or strapped by him.

“Suck it in and hold it.” He commanded.

She obeyed and her wetness pooled at feeling his control ooze over her. Fanny loved being a submissve, his submissive.

“Keep it there but run your tongue around it every few seconds to keep you mindful.” He teased her. Sir knew she was always mindful of him and his hold on her. Still, she had to admit using a metal anal plug as a pacifier was deliciously wicked.

“Go fetch me the three-tongues tawse, the plexiglass paddle, and… something you chose that you know will please me and also frightens you a little.” He commanded.

She nodded and padded to the dresser. Pulling out the wanted devices, she paused on the third one. Looking at all the nasty tools Sir loved to use on her body, she shivered. Fanny wasn’t a masochist per se? She had become one to please Sir’s needs, and she had to admit she grew increasingly wet for him as she took more of his lessons.

Making her choice, she returned still sucking on the plug. He did sanitize it after each usage. Kneeling before him, she held up the torture devices. The weight of them disappeared from her hands.

“Position.” He murmured.

She rotated on her knees until she was facing away from him. Dropping her head down and lifting with her thighs, her bare bottom was high in the air for him to abuse as he wished.

He started with his hand as usual. Fanny loved the personal touch and knew he did as well. He frequently stopped to rub, squeeze, or even pinch. Her soft gasps as he had his way with her only drove him on to do more.

The tawse was next and he didn’t pause in his back and forth whipping of her bottom. It was beginning to really throb now and she felt the deep resonance of the pain and his need to savor it. Moans began to come from her now as he pushed her deeper into subspace. Fanny knew he loved the act of a real whipping or strapping. She knew his cock was painfully hard as he listened to it strike her flesh and her song of whimpers and sobs raised his blood pressure.

At this point, she was his to do with as he wished and he knew it. Her trust of him was enough for her to feel safe under his care. Fanny didn’t mark easily so she was content to let him paint his masterpiece on her ass until he was content.

The tawse was tossed down.

“Up higher.” He commanded.

She obeyed without pause or thought.

THWAACK!! The paddle scooted her forward a little.

Fanny groaned hard as the pain radiated all around her bottom. Sir was paddling her quickly with sharp strokes. Her nose began to run, and her eyes started feeling moist. She wasn’t really a crier but he was getting her closer, as was his want.

In her head, Sir was now becoming close to Master for her. It was a deep, euphoric place in her subspace where she found the desire to acknowledge it. She began to whisper his title to him.

“Ohhhh Master…my master.” She murmured.

The paddle hit the floor when he heard her. It had been what he’d wanted and what he’d been working her towards.

“Turn.” He commandd.

“Yes, Master.” She whispered and turned to face him again.

His fingers reached down to pinch her left nipple hard until she whimpered. She felt the hard wood of the clothes pin close around her nipple. Fanny had feared these for a long time and still found them devilishly painful; however, she knew his joy in seeing them on each of her nipples. He did the same to the right.

“Shake.” He commanded.

Fanny shook her chest for him to watch the clothes pins swing back and forth. His fetish for needing to put her in her place, so to speak, was a powerful one. She let him because it pleased him so much.

“My very Good Girl.” He murmured.

She flushed with pleasure at his praise and nodded with the plug still in her mouth.

His fingers reached the base of it. “Is it ready now?

She nodded.

Slowly, pulling it ouf ot her mouth, he made a circling motion with it.

Fanny rotated back so her bottom was up and ready to take the plug.

“What do you wish?” He asked.

“To be plugged, Sir, please?” She begged.

“Why?” He asked.

“To…to feel you owning me, Sir. Because…it’s…nicely naughty.” She confessed. And because you love seeing it in me, she thought.

“Very good girl again.” He reached down.

The tip toucher her tight little hole and the wetness of her saliva smoothed its entrance into the socially forbidden place of her ass. She felt the fulness of it and felt him with her, inside of her.

It felt so wrong but it felt so good, too. She knew what came next and felt him tapping the end of the plug with his fingers in a fast rhythm.

“Ohhhhh….” She sobbed or moaned. “Fuck me, please, Master? PLEASE?” She begged with no shame because she felt none.

This was what he wanted and needed from her. It wasn’t all the time. There were cuddles, playful swats, wearing panties knowing he was just going to make her take them off for him somewhere embarrassing for her. There were the playful D/s times, but then he needed these times.

It had been hard at first for Fanny to admit, first to herself and then to him, that she needed these times, too. Something fundamental about being brought to this state filled a deep part of her. It was the reason he could give her a look in public or a crowded elevator, and she began to melt inside and drip outside.

“No.” He told her. “Not today. Today, open that sweet mouth of yours and show me proper worship.”

She purred. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

Turning once more to face him, she opened wide and let him shove himself into her. He was fucking her face for a moment but stopped. It was now her turn.

“Arms bound behind you.” He told her.

“Yes, Master.” She whispered and obeyed.

This was Honor Bondage, as he called it. He’d been training her in it and it drove her nuts! Sir had begun to call actual restraints crutches that made life easier for a sub by doing the job of holding her in place.

He wanted to train her to hold herself. It was brutally effective in taking her quicker into sub mindset for him, as he knew it would. He was a devious Dom and he knew it.

Using only her mouth, tongue, and, yes, teeth…she worked him up slowly. This was her turn to lay some claim to him as hers. Fanny knew she was good at this and she’d learned all the things he loved. Once in a while, he allowed her to tease or slightly edge him. It was wickedly fun to do and he was smart enough to know it filled her bucket and also made his climax much more profound.

His hands fisted in her hair as he pulled a bit.

She whimpered around his cock because it was natural and she knew it would make him even closer.

He groaned softly and Fanny had her little victory. He had his, too. What a wonderful give and take! Ah, she felt his two taps on the back of her head. Master always did try to give her warning which was sweet of him. Some men would enjoy surprising the sub and testing her ability to adapt quickly.

Sir didn’t need that…if he wanted, he could deep-throat her to hear her gagging for him. He rarely did it. Gagging was not a turn-on for him. Fanny sucked down his shaft until she was kissing his pelvis then gave him the moan she knew he wanted.

His cum shot down her throat and into as she kept sucking like a Good Girl. Good Girls swallowed. Bad Girls were noisy about it. She chose to be a Bad Girl!

“Goooood….good, good Girl for me, my Love.” He murmured.

Her heart skipped a beat when he called her that because she knew he meant it…very much so. Letting go of his cock, she kissed his tip. “Thank you, Sir…thank you for all of this. I love you, Sir.”

“I love you, too, my girl.” He caressed her cheek. “You may move your arms. Well done.”

She hugged his legs now. “Thank you, Sir. I’m learning and…yes, I am beginning to like it…I don’t like that I like it but I still do.”

“Thank you for admitting that to me, Love.” He praised her.

“You’re most welcome, Sir.” She kissed his thighs.

“Let’s take those pins off now.” He told her.

“Yes, Sir.” She sat back on her heels and thrust her breasts to him.

One and then the other came off. She hissed as the blood rushed back into the nipples. Her eyes went up to him so he could see the pain in them for his pleasure. He smiled.

“It’s a nice day out this afternoon. I’ll await you on the backporch. Bring drinks for both of us and also a tall glass of just ice.” He grinned.

Ooo, that meant nipple play with the ice cubes! She loved that. He’d have her on his lap while he held them to her nipples then sucked on the to warm them once more. It was a game she truly enjoyed playing with him.

“Oh, and I might play with that plug until you beg to come…and I won’t say yes for a while.” He began to walk away.

Her pussy and her ass clenched at his words.

Fanny was a happy, little subby girl as she went to get the drinks and the ice. It was going to be a very fun Sunday afternoon!