My Submission Valentines

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Our first Valentine’s day came around when Jake and I had barely been together for two months. He told me that day that he wanted me to be his submissive. He would command and control me; I was to obey and serve. And he specifically wanted to own my orgasms. He would allow or disallow them, and when we had sex I would have to wait till the last moment before asking him for an orgasm; and he would decide then if I could go over the edge, or stop and dangle on it, as a matter of a whim.His story was much longer than that, and he had asked me to remain silent until he completely finished it. I listened while the rush of blood enveloped my body. The secret stuff, the fantasies I had only allowed to come out late at night, rubbing myself alone in my bed, this man laid them all out before my eyes and invited me to turn them into realities. I really had no choice. When he finally finished and asked me what I thought, obviously nervous, my answer simply was: “Yes, Sir.”That year, I learned to be his slave. His control was everywhere: what I ate, how I dressed, what sites I surfed, what chores I had to do.For a girl who had always been used to doing what she wanted (even though that often went completely wrong), it was hard to get accustomed to obedience as a normal and continuous process. I rebelled a few times, shunning his orders; but he was a good and skillful Master, taking his time to talk to me and understand me, before guiding me back to my path into submission.It was exhausting. My spirit balked at being pushed into this submission, even though my mind wanted it. Bitter trench warfare sometimes Çankaya Escort erupted in my head. I cried, I screamed, I cursed, I whimpered. Then he soothed me, hugged me, enveloped me in his huge body, till I calmed down and was able to follow him again.There was also the continuous sex, of course. Jake no longer accepted excuses about headaches, busy days ahead, or not being in the mood. It worked like a spiral: the more he exercised his powers over my body, the more it aroused him that he had them, the more he used them. Daily sex was the exception; he’d usually shoot his load into me two or three times a day.Yes it was tiring, but don’t confuse that with being reluctant. I wallowed in his attentions, I guzzled up all that sex as if I had been a desert without rain for years. I became his toy for sex play, and I enjoyed every minute of it.On our second Valentine’s day, he had a new gift for me: whips and ropes. I remember how I dreaded them when he offered me my first riding crop and four wrist- and ankle-cuffs in a pretty gift box, how I couldn’t possibly see them as a gift at all.But soon I would. That day, he bound me across a table, my legs and arms spread wide, the ropes making it impossible to close them. Then he cropped me – but it wasn’t like a punishment at all. He stroked my buttocks with them, tapping the black leather on my naked flesh, like a caress rather than a strike. I knew real violence could erupt any minute, I held my breath as I expected him to lash out.And I responded. God, did I respond. It wasn’t just the mixture Keçiören Escort of the anxiety and the titillating sensations across my ass… there was something else. I was under his spell. He could raise the cropping to pain level any minute, if that’s what he desired… it was completely out of my hands, I was in his power. I really belonged to him, and he could simply have the pleasure of whipping me, no matter if I suffered from it or not. It raised the floodgates of my pussy, my juice levels went through the roof. And of course, he noticed. There was no way I could lie to him, like I didn’t want this. It was in plain sight.He didn’t even really whip me that day, he just introduced me to the possibility. And when his thumb entered me, later on, I experienced an orgasm like I never had before. Like meeting a calling, like not knowing how I could have ever lived without it.He turned to harsher methods soon, applied uncomfortable rope bondage, acquired a real arsenal of whips, floggers, and canes, and he used them with actual force, later on in that year. Pain joined the titillation, but couldn’t extinguish it; and even the anticipation or announcement of a whipping would juice my pussy up to a day ahead. He played me brilliantly, sending me deeper and deeper down into uncharted lands of depraved, salacious submission. I wasn’t afraid of him; I marveled at him, I was so happy to follow him wherever he wanted to take me.Today is our third Valentine’s day, and he fucks me early in the morning, before even getting up. Then he says he has Etimesgut Escort something really special in store for me. I have to wait for hours; it isn’t scheduled till two o’clock. I wander around aimlessly in the house, in half-aroused, half-anxious expectation.He begins to bind me at half past one. He postures me on my back, with my legs spread wide and upward, my hungry pussy in wide view; but my torso is slightly raised, so I still have a full view of the room. He secures my body with ropes so I can barely move a finger.At two sharp, the doorbell chimes. When he returns to the room, there is a woman with him. It is clear that she is a tart: her heels too high, her minidress too colorful, the paint on her face too overdone. I want to jump to my feet, protect my exposure from an intruding stranger, but the bondage prevents it. I feel completely silly when the words come from my mouth: “Who is this? What is she doing here? What is going on?”Jake says: “Relax, baby. This is Kate, and she is a whore.” Turning to Kate, he added: “Can I say that these days, Kate?”She just shrugs: “Whatever rocks your boat, man. It is true.”My mind is racing. Why would Jake hire a… whore? I manage to utter just single-word sentences: “But… what… she… why… here… how… I can’t… ”With a friendly smile on his face, Jake explains: “Well, she’s a whore… she’s here because I hired her, my little one. I intend to fuck her, shortly, right there, actually…”, he points to our living room couch, then adds: “…and you’re going to watch us do it!”I am completely speechless. This is SO far out. Kate and Jake watch me, awaiting my response. It is painfully clear how my head is just a little oval, something small and high above my pussy, centrally spread wide open to them in my bondage. Christ… this is NOT going to happen to me!“Well, you tell your whore to leave the premises now. I won’t, Jake, I just won’t. Don’t do this to me. Untie me, this has been enough!”

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