BDSM Library - Dinner with a Dominant

Dinner with a Dominant, by Pamela Pleases

Joe called from his cell phone to get final directions to my apartment. It was kind of nerve-racking as I waited for him to approach my street.

I had rushed around, following the instructions he had given me, writing a quick note at the office around 4:30 when he had first called to give me instructions for the evening. The note was the first command. Then, I was to lie out all of my "toys" on the bed when I got home.

I was supposed to go to an "adult" store on the way home and purchase a new sex toy, one that he would watch me play with later in the evening. A black teddy and stockings would be my attire (I added the lacy, long-sleeved robe which I had bought with it). Dinner preparation was also on the list, so I had to rush to the grocery store. He said he would bring the wine.

Nervously awaiting the knock on my door, I found myself becoming quite excited as well. The room was quiet and the sudden knock on the door was startling, even though expected. As the door swung open, squeaking hinges, never noticed by me before, suddenly seemed loud and menacing. He crossed the threshold clad in a dark business suit, hand cuffs tucked in the small of his back at his belt, gun holster over his shoulders so that you couldn't see the "bulge" of the gun under his jacket, and his badge clipped to his belt on his hip. I didn't see, as much as felt, all these things as we greeted in an embrace.

"Take a few steps back so that I can see you outfit," Joe said.

The extreme nervousness caused me to become uncoordinated as I almost tripped in my black velvet high heels.

"Turn around and model for me," he commanded. Mindful of my clumsiness, I slowed the pace and turned more gracefully this time. I could feel his eyes roaming every inch of my body.

"Nice, very nice," was all that he said. I didn't detect the slightest glimmer of a smile or facial expression that would grant a hint as to what he was thinking.

"Show me," his voice stern and confident. I led him to the bedroom (I had guessed correctly that he wanted to see my toys.) "Nice apartment,” he said in a matter of fact manner, grabbing one of my ass cheeks and patting it lightly as we walked.

His eyes scanned the toys neatly arranged on the bedspread. Lowering his hand, he picked up the green dildo, turning it in his hand absent-mindedly. Replacing the toy to the bed, he turned away with a cool, gentle air of confidence and walked back to the living room as I silently followed. He settled into the blue armchair with the footstool, the most comfortable piece of furniture in the room. Instinctively I sat down on the footstool, without asking permission, wondering if I would be chastised.

"Did you do your assignment?"

"Yes Sir," I replied, immediately rising from the footstool to retrieve the note I had written at the office, a print out of my experience list and limit list, as well as a copy of the stories I have written. Upon my return, I noticed that the footstool had been pushed aside, and he waved his hand to the floor in front of his feet.

"Here!" was all he said, pointing to the empty space where the footstool had once been. I sat down at his feet and looked up at him.

"Never look at me unless I give you permission. Keep your eyes down, Pamela."

"Yes Sir," I mumbled in reply as I handed him the papers. He held those papers for such a short period of time; my hand was still outstretched when he shoved them back.

"Read it to me!" he commanded. A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered how hard it had been to commit those feelings to paper. Now he wanted me to read the words aloud? The brief period of silence seemed like an eternity as I struggled to focus on the words. With a dry mouth and quivering voice, I read the memo to him in a monotone.

"Was it OK, sir?" I asked, anxious to please.

He nodded and said, "What else do you have?"

Trying to stop my hands from shaking, I handed him the experience/limit list. He read that quietly to himself as I sat at his feet. He stroked my hair lightly, idly, naturally, and I felt secure. I waited patiently.

"It seems we have a lot in common," he said, laying the pages on the end table.

"Did you get a toy?" his voice barely above a whisper.

"Well, let me tell you about that," I said. "The store I normally go to closed at 6, and I missed it because something came up at work."

"YOU DIDN'T GET ONE?" he pounced on my words; his voice indicated displeasure in that I had not obeyed his direct command.

I couldn't get the words out fast enough. "Yes, Sir, I did. There was another store still open near the grocery store. I was able to purchase the toy as well as a teddy to sleep in."

"Get them!" He barked. Rushing to the bedroom, heart pounding, I returned with the green silky teddy and a box containing a small vibrator and several cock sleeves inside.

"Good girl," he said, patting my head with one hand while reaching for the contents of my hands with the other. Placing the items on the footstool, he continued, "Tell me of your recent experiences."

I became nervous again, as he had just read about many of them, so I tried to be short and tell him of things that were not on the list. When I got to the part about a tit flower, I confessed, "Oh, yes, I have clothes pins too, Sir. I forgot about them."

"Go and get them! WHY did you not tell me of these before?" his eyebrows raised in a sharp arch over his dark probing eyes, his voice harsh and commanding. My head hanging in shame, I went to fetch the clothespins immediately.

"I had unpacked my suitcase from the previous weekend, and I forgot about these," I said as I stumbled over my own words. I handed the small bag to him.

"What else have you NOT told me about?”

Stuttering and stammering, I replied, "Well, I have a candle, and condoms too, but those aren't toys. That is all, Sir."

Sensing my great anxiety, his voice changed to a more conversational tone. Almost an hour passed as we chatted casually. My comfort level increased, and I enjoyed the contented feeling I had as I sat at his feet.

"OH! I better check the casserole!" I exclaimed rushing off to the kitchen, but suddenly stopping dead in my tracks. Looking over my shoulder, I asked, "Is that okay, Sir?" He nodded in approval.

As I entered the kitchen, it was the first time since he had arrived that I felt free from his eyes washing over my body. That did not last long, however, because I heard as much as felt him behind me, striding across the linoleum-covered flooring. I was bent over the oven, pulling out the casserole dish, but before I was able to stand straight, I felt his hand gripping my exposed ass cheek. Comfortably, as if that happened ever time I leaned over the stove, I continued with my work preparing our meal.

"Are you hungry, Sir, because it is ready,” I asked as I handed a corkscrew to him and nodded toward the counter where the bottle of wine was that he had brought. Graciously, he opened the wine and poured two glasses while I placed casserole and vegetables onto our plates.

Sharing duties, we carried the plates and wine glasses to the dining room. When he saw that I had set the table for two, he asked matter-of-factly, "Did anyone say that you would be allowed to eat with me?"

Hanging my head, I replied softly, "No, Sir." I knew better than to try to make an excuse for my ignorance or presumption. I remained standing, holding the two plates awkwardly in silence.

Setting down the glasses, he lectured me, saying, "You will sit beside me, here, with your knees apart and bent. You will set your plate on the floor between your legs. This is how you will eat when in my presence now and in the future. Understood?" I raised my eyes quickly to look up at him in surprise, and knew instantly that I had made another error. The degradation of being forced to eat on the floor was bad enough, but the glare in his eyes caused me unbearable discomfort for having displeased him, and I quickly lowered my eyes again in shame.

"Who said you could look at me? You really WANT to get spanked, don't you?" he demanded harshly, shaking his head back and forth in disbelief.

"No, Sir," I quickly replied. "I'm sorry, Sir. Please forgive me," I stammered, adding quickly, "Please enjoy your meal." I set down one plate on his place mat, took the other mat from the table, and positioned it on the floor where he had instructed me to be, and then emptied my other hand of its plate. I waited for him to sit. Collapsing beside him, I got into position. Looking down between my legs, I saw my sex organs adjacent to the plateful of food and felt somewhat embarrassed. Overcoming that, I lifted a forkful of food and timidly chewed. Even though the casserole was a bit dry, it tasted good because I was very hungry. I hoped he would not notice, but things seemed to be calming down.

"Hey! Who said you could eat yet? You should know what to do." Instantly I ceased chewing and glanced up at him, puzzled, and was rewarded with a dark expression of disappointment. My feelings sank when I realized that once again I had disobeyed some protocol. Plus, I disobeyed a rule he had just reminded me about. Things were not going very smoothly at all, and I suddenly was not hungry anymore.

"No Sir, I don't know." My face turned a dark, hot red.

"Before you eat in my presence, what do you do?"

Scrunching my forehead in puzzlement, I finally smiled and blurted out what I hoped was the correct answer. "May I please eat now, Sir?"

He beamed, I think. I didn't dare look up again, but thought I could hear it in his lighter tone. "Do you deserve to eat, Pamela?"

Pausing to think, I replied, "Yes, Sir. I have tried to obey all your instructions."

"OK." He patted my head and stroked my hair occasionally, in between mouthfuls, almost as an afterthought. My hunger completely gone, I choked down bites of casserole and broccoli and miserably thought about how I would need to work harder to please this Dominant.

Thirsty from the dry casserole, I absent-mindedly reached up to the table to retrieve my wine glass. I heard, "No, Pamela..." and saw him push it out of my reach just as I was about to wrap my fingers around the stem.

Chastising myself for my stupidity, I tried to regain composure and asked as sweetly as I could, "May I please have a sip of wine now, Sir?" It was not going to be that easy, though. My blunder was not to go unpunished.

"No, not yet. Eat some more first." Patting my head again to reinforce his parental role, he returned to his meal. I felt my face flush red again and felt like a child who had just been turned down. Helpless, I ate a few more bites. After just a moment, although it seemed like forever, he held the glass toward my face. Surprised at his sudden act of kindness, I instinctively reached up for it with my hand, but just as quickly, I saw him pull it away. "You ARE asking for it, aren't you!" he barked, setting the glass down with a clink, almost spilling it. I could sense his disappointment and disgust, and I felt like crawling under the place mat at my feet to hide from the awful feeling of displeasing him. A knot formed in the pit of my stomach.

Not knowing what else to do, and still not having quenched my thirst, I lifted my fork to eat another bite. A tear formed in the corner of one eye as my sense of complete and utter failure seemed to seek a way to escape from the pit of my stomach. Sensing my misery, he held the glass to my lips, and this time, I rewarded him by graciously allowing him to pour a small amount of liquid into my parted lips. Patiently, he allowed me to take a sip or two before returning it to the tabletop.

"Thank you, Sir," I said meekly with relief at having performed as he expected without making another error.

"Good girl," he comforted me, stroking my hair again. I beamed with joy, and felt the tear disappear as quickly as it had appeared. But I was immediately brought back to reality.

"Another thing, Pamela, I had better not be done eating before you are." My heart raced all of a sudden as I stretched my neck to see what was left on his plate. Determined to obey, I eagerly returned to eating, although no longer hungry and very nervous about what may happen when dinner was over. Occasionally, he would choose to hold the wine to my lips for another sip or two, and each time I would say thank you. Playfully, one time he chose to control the tilt of the glass, causing me to gulp sloppily, and I could tell that he was enjoying watching me guzzle the wine that remained in the glass. Almost choking, I tried to accommodate the liquid as it poured into my mouth. Ironically, now I didn't want any but was forced to take what he wanted me to take.

Done eating, I wrapped my arms around my legs and waited, but quickly heard him reprimanding me. "You aren't through yet, young lady." Panicking, my eyes searched the remains on my plate and found a few minuscule sprigs of broccoli stuck to a corner and some casserole sauce on the other side. I felt dismayed when I began to realize what he was expecting me to do. "Clean it," he barked.

Pausing only seconds to consider my options, I decided against picking up the plate. Taking what I had learned with another Dominant, I released my knees and positioned myself like a dog would, lowering my head. On hands and knees, I licked at the remains. The sticky casserole was difficult to get off with my soft tongue, and I tried, unsuccessfully. The broccoli disappeared quickly. Thinking I was done, I sat down and gathered my knees in my arms once again. Seconds later, though, I heard, "You aren't through until I say you are. Keep going." I moaned softly, hoping he did not hear me, and repositioned myself over the "empty" plate once more. Licking an apparently clean plate, I felt shame and humiliation, but I complied obediently, eager to please.

After what seemed like forever, he patted my raised butt lightly with his flat palm and said, "OK, girl, you may clean up now." Quickly rising to my feet, I asked, "Would you care for dessert, Sir? A cannoli?" He nodded and took a sip of wine.

Removing the plates, I brought the cannoli to him and returned to sitting at his feet, too nervous to even consider eating one of the sweets myself. He handed me his empty plate, so I got up and began putting dishes into the dishwasher as he leaned in the doorway and watched. His impatient demeanor made me even more nervous than before, but I tried to concentrate on rinsing another plate instead of predicting what may happen next. Wincing slightly at his gruff tone, I rushed faster when he said, "Hurry up. Don't make me wait." Rinsing the counter tops quickly, I completed the kitchen duty. Instantly, he was behind me, guiding me to the bedroom.

"Do you have a paddle?"

"No, Sir, but I have something you could use as one, a cutting board with a handle," I replied nervously.

"Get it for me now! Don't make me wait all the time!" he barked. Spinning in my tracks, I returned to the kitchen and retrieved the cutting board.

"Hands and knees," he commanded. I dropped to the floor, and spread my knees and raised my ass as I had been taught. Rubbing the board lightly over my ass cheeks and thighs, he then moved around my body and reached under me with it. Breathing deeply, I could watch him take the self-fashioned "paddle" and lightly pat my breasts that were hanging down. His intimidation was working. "Yes, this will do nicely," he mumbled, more to himself than to me, "but I choose to use it later." Standing tall again, he then instructed, "Get up on the bed now, and show me how you use your toys. Please me. Get me excited," he said authoritatively as he moved the chair in the corner of the room to the foot of my bed.

At a loss for where to begin, I cried incredulously, "All of them? There are SO MANY, Sir!!"

"Just do it," he ordered. Surveying the spread of sex toys, I selected my favorite toy, the Emerald Screw 8" battery-powered dildo. Lying back on the bedspread, with my legs apart and my pussy facing where he sat in the chair, I positioned the dildo to the opening of my cunt and slid it easily in place. Just as it disappeared completely inside me, I heard, "Did you ask permission to put it inside of your cunt, Pamela?"

Dismayed, I froze and replied miserably, "Well, no I didn't, Sir, but I thought you said to show you how..."

His stern expression was all it took for me to stop before finishing my sentence. Immediately changing direction and complying with his nonverbal command, I asked, "Sir, may I please insert the dildo now?" I watched as he nodded his approval, and it puzzled me that I was being allowed to look at him now. However, I had more important things to consider.

The dildo was already lodged deep within me. I followed his instruction and began to show him how I played with myself. Sliding it in and out of my slippery, wet hole, I started moaning and (without asking permission) turned up the speed of the vibrations a bit. The heat that had been in my blushing cheeks now seemed converged between my legs. I started to feel the tension of a climax rising.

"OK, that is enough. Stop now!" he commanded, and I froze, panting and aching for release.

"Use your butt plug now," he said, pointing at the red gel vibrator on the bedspread.

"Sir," I whined unceremoniously, "I have only used that twice before and never by myself. Please, allow me to use this one instead." I held out the black, hard plastic dildo and pleaded with my eyes for mercy. Frowning and openly disappointed in my reluctance to demonstrate anal penetration, he silently agreed with an abrupt nod.

Quickly, before he changed his mind, I slid the large black device inside my throbbing pussy. Its vibrations were more intense due to the hardness of the plastic, and it also pressed harder on the tender lining of my pussy walls. I enjoyed the sensation almost as much as I liked knowing that he was watching me so closely. "Ahhhhhh," I moaned, starting to breathe erratically again.

As I approached another climax, I heard him command, "Stop!" I moaned louder this time, but not for pleasure...for agony!

"Please.... let me cum, Sir. I am so close!" I begged.

"You don't know how to beg very well, do you? But you will learn, I can assure you. No, you cannot cum yet. Take it out and get another toy to play with, now." He leaned back and rested his head in his hands, enjoying my agonized expression.

I struggled with my thoughts, and my body squirmed irritably. I didn't want to get another toy out, only to yet again be denied an orgasm. My body language and my hesitation caused him to bark out another command. "Get on your hands and knees, now!" His long finger pointed to the floor at his feet. Miserably but quickly, I removed the dildo, set it down beside the green one, and slid off the bed. Listening to his movements as I stared at the carpet, I did not dare actually look at him.

Suddenly, I felt the rough surface of the cutting board, I mean, paddle, as he lightly dragged it across my skin. Then he patted it against my ass cheeks in a faster motion. Almost rubbing, kind of in a circular motion, he teased me with it. SMACK! was the next sound that I heard, and my body tensed as the pain from the first strike radiated throughout the skin of my right ass cheek.

"My! You get pink very fast! I LIKE that," he grinned happily. I felt the soft quick pats and rubbing again, and then another loud, SMACK! This time, it landed on my left cheek. "What do you say when I spank you, Pamela?"

I paused, forcing myself to think, and then instinctively knew the reply he sought, "Thank you, Sir!"

"Louder, so I can hear you when you talk to me!"

"THANK YOU, SIR!" I exclaimed, this time plenty loud enough.

"Higher," he said, and I lifted my ass a bit higher, closer to his feet and, consequently, the paddle. "Good girl." A few more smacks rang out, echoing on the walls of my bedroom. "Next time, don't make me wait so long."

"I won't, Sir." I replied sadly, hanging my head and taking my punishment. He stopped striking me, and I heard his clothes rustling.

Removing his slacks and underwear, he dropped into the chair and commanded quietly, "Suck me."

His knees were apart so that I would have clear access to his manhood. Rubbing my ass cheek with one hand, I crawled to him and knelt before him obediently. First, I tickled the end of his cock with my wet tongue. I moved it up and down the sides, and without being told, I lathed his balls with the flat part of my tongue, gently, just so he would know I was there but not feeling any pressure. Then I moved my lips around the head and moved down to the base of his cock, almost reaching its base where it grew out of a bed of tight, jet-black curls. Bobbing up and down slowly, I alternately sucked and flicked my tongue on the head. After a few moments of this, he grasped my head by the hair and jerked me away from his cock.

"Get back on the bed, face down this time." Dismayed and confused, I complied with his wish and crawled up onto the bed once again, burying my face miserably in the spread. I thought to myself, "What did I do wrong? Did he not enjoy my mouth?"

While I tortured myself with these thoughts, I allowed him to tie my feet to the two bedposts at the head of my bed. Even in my misery at having failed to bring him to climax, I noticed that he was positioning me so I could still kneel, so I lifted my ass in another attempt to be pleasing. Next, he cuffed my wrists to the foot of the bed, not bothering to ask if the metal cuffs were too tight or painful. Careful not to complain, I stretched out uncomfortably, finding it difficult to keep my ass in the air. Taking note of this, he quickly released the cuffs and re-attached them first to his belt and then to the foot of the bed. This technique allowed me some more freedom of movement.

Moving behind me, he picked up the K-Y jelly and the red, medium butt plug which I had protested using earlier. Nervously, I lowered my ass slightly. Tossing the plug toward my head where I could see it, he slid the green dildo inside my pussy and roughly began pumping it in and out. He knew I was thinking more about the butt plug than enjoying the dildo fucking, but after a bit, he sensed that I was starting to relax. "Ahhhhhhhhh," I moaned, enjoying the feeling of having my pussy fucked. I even closed my eyes tightly and gave into the sensations, hoping that maybe he would allow me to climax soon.

Instead, he inserted a lubricated finger into my tight anal opening, and my eyes popped open and saw that the plug was no longer there. Pressing his finger left and right, I noticed gratefully that he was stretching the tight sphincter muscle. Relieved and finally relaxing, I began to enjoy the sensation. Prepared now, my ass hole accepted the plug he firmly inserted. It surprised me that he was able to easily move the plug in and out of my anal passage. The sensations were so intense, mixing pain with pleasure, but soon the pleasure overcame the fear and pain. I was overwhelmed with a feeling of wanting to please this man. I couldn’t stand just being fucked with the toys. I wanted his cock inside me, and to feel him climax within my depths.

Gathering as much courage as I could, I blurted, "Please fuck me, Sir." As soon as the words were hanging in the air, I realized that I had made a mistake yet again. Plus, I should definitely learn how to beg better!

"Do you think you deserve my cock yet?" he asked.

"I have tried to obey, Sir. I want to please you. Cum for me, and allow me to cum. Please, just fuck me," I whined pathetically, squirming and waggling my ass in his direction.

"You certainly do not deserve to cum, you little slut. You have displeased me more than once tonight. What you deserve is to be punished, not pleased. Take the plug first for a while longer, and then I might consider fucking you, but I will do it when I chose to. Do you understand me?"

With that final question, he smacked my ass a few times with the palm of his free hand. Each blow caused my muscles to constrict more tightly around the butt plug. I struggled to accept this punishment. The mental anguish and harsh words were harder to take than the pain. "Thank you, Sir!" I cried after each smack.

Idly, using my body as he wished, he massaged my ass cheeks, feeling the heat of the red skin. Almost as an afterthought, he chose to press my buns tightly together, knowing that it caused pressure against the plug in my anal passage. That combined with the green dildo in my other hole made it uncomfortable. Moaning softly, I struggled to accept my lot. "When will I learn to just accept what he wants to do to me, when he wants to do it!" I chastised myself.

As my body reacted to the pain mixed with pleasure, he realized I was close to building to a climax. Ever in control of the situation, he prevented that by ceasing activity with the toys. He enjoyed his power over me.

Suddenly, he withdrew the toys and dropped them to the floor, out of the way. Releasing my feet from the bedposts, he maneuvered me onto my back roughly. Grabbing the black dildo, he started fucking me again, this time with the hard plastic dildo. Alternately staring at my facial expressions and the black shaft disappearing and reappearing from my pussy, his expression changed all of a sudden to one of compassion and sympathy. I think I even saw the corner of his mouth turn up in a small smile. When he chose to combine his fucking action with rubbing his thumb back and forth across my clit, I couldn't stand it anymore.

Moaning uncontrollably, I begged, "Please, Sir! Now, please! May I cum?"

But the more I begged, and the closer to a climax I came, the longer he would pause his activities with my soaking-wet pussy. Almost in tears, I cried, "Please!!! SIR?" and lifted my hips toward his thumb.

At last, whether because I had learned to beg to his liking or because he had discovered mercy, he allowed me to release, and I shuddered in a strong orgasm. I strained against the cuffs holding my wrists, but the pain of the metal biting into my flesh didn't matter to me. My thoughts and attention were focused on my throbbing pussy. The world melted away for the moment.

Panting for breath, I collapsed into the bed cover. Vaguely, I realized that he had released my hand restraints, and I heard, "Get a glass of ice water for me. Be quick about it." Shaking my head to clear it from the haze of my orgasm, I rose and shakily padded into the kitchen, washed my hands, and returned with a tall glass of water with ice.

"Good girl," he rewarded me with a kind word, and I smiled brightly. "NOW you deserve to be fucked. Get in position."

Without saying a word, I quickly jumped onto the bed and assumed the "doggie style" position. I knew this would please him. I was rewarded by the sound of a condom being torn open. Sliding it on efficiently, he moved the tip of his cock up and down my slit, pausing at the still-slippery anus opening. This caused me to pull slightly away from him. That elicited a strong SMACK of his hand on my ass cheek and a loud reprimand, "Do not EVER pull away from me!"

"Yes, Sir, and thank you, Sir," I quickly replied, careful not to forget to thank him for my punishment.

Abruptly, he got off of the bed, and I thought with dismay that he was NOT going to fuck me now! I almost panicked! Instead, he got nipple clamps and attached them to my hard pink knobs. They immediately grew tender, responding to the tightness of the clamps and the restriction of blood flow. He put the chain in my teeth and told me to pull it, to stretch the nipples upward. "OOOOooooo," I moaned at the intense feeling, and when I did, the chain slipped out of my teeth.

"YOU DROPPED IT!" he exclaimed in surprise and smacked my ass with his hand for this insubordination. I quickly replaced the chain in my mouth and started tugging at it again to appease him. Having to cause my own torment in this way caused me to blush in embarrassment, but I didn't dare complain.

Finally, he said I could drop the chain and resume the doggie position. Without hesitating this time, he immediately shoved his cock into the pink opening to my love canal. His shaft slipped inside easily, and I compressed my pussy walls against its length as it moved in and out of me. Faster and harder he pumped. I could hear the slap, slap, slap sound of his hips striking against my pussy and ass cheeks. I LOVE that sound!

Even as I enjoyed the fucking action, I felt the heat radiating in the skin of my buns from the spankings I had endured earlier. So many sensations to experience!

"Play with your clit," he commanded, and I gladly obliged. I raised my ass up a bit higher, and then reached to where his balls hung down behind me. I lightly cupped them in my palm and heard him reward me with a grunt and sigh of pleasure. I smiled inwardly. Then, I returned to accomplish what he had commanded, and began moving my finger back and forth across my clit. It was incredibly wet and hard. I could feel it being tugged as his cock moved deeply inside me, stretching me.

He smacked my ass cheek a few times sporadically with his palm as he fucked me. This elicited a gasp and a high-pitched squeak from me. I am sure that he enjoyed the tightened pussy muscles around his shaft that the unexpected smacks caused. He grunted loudly and shifted his cock deep inside me as he exploded in his first orgasm.

Withdrawing his cock, he collapsed on the bed beside me. Gently, I removed and discarded the used condom. We held each other as our breathing returned to normal. Satiated for the moment, we fell into a deep sleep holding each other.

Around 3 a.m., I awoke and shifted against his body. To my pleasant surprise, I noticed that his cock was stiff, pressing against my ass cheek. He awoke slowly, moving his hand to my nipple, pinching it hard. This caused me to squirm against his cock even harder. Choosing to provide more pleasure than pain at this late hour, he simply fucked me. We both climaxed quickly and then quietly returned to slumber some more, his arm draped over my waist.

"Brrrrrrinnnggg!" The sound of the phone wakened me from a dream. Grabbing it on the first ring, I mumbled, “Hello?” sleepily into the receiver.

An online guy from Atlanta wanted "phone sex." He asked, "Do you have a cock next to you, darlin'?"

"Uh, yes," I replied briefly, embarrassed yet excited as well.

"Good girl! So you had some good fucking last night, huh?" I could tell he was more excited than I was.

"Uh, yes,” I whispered softly.

"Are you going to fuck him again this morning? Did he punish you at all? Was he any good?" He fired a lot of questions without even trying to contain his joy at having found me in such a predicament, and I coyly tried to respond with just a yes or no.

"Uh, yes, probably we will, and yes he did do that, but I really can't talk now though. I don't want to wake him up," I whispered, blushing fiercely.

The thought of me lying naked with a man beside me was more than this southern male could bear. He didn't want to hang up, so he kept asking me questions.

"Oh!" I exclaimed and jumped when I felt a hand reach around and grab my right breast firmly. The single ring had awakened Joe from his slumber, and he had quickly figured out what was going on and had decided to play with me. He proceeded to pinch my nipple firmly, harder even than last night when I was being punished. "Oh!" I blurted into the receiver again, louder this time.

Realizing there was a horny guy talking with me, he was deliberately trying to get me to moan into the phone receiver rather than to get angry at me for talking with another man. In fact, I think it turned him on because his cock was pressing against my butt insistently.

He whispered softly to me, "Get on your hands and knees." Silently, I responded, shifting the phone to the other hand and moving my ass up toward the ceiling, hoping to be rewarded with his cock.

Covering the receiver, I quietly asked, "May I put my friend on speaker phone, Sir?" And, to my surprise and joy, he nodded.

"Want to listen to me getting fucked?" I asked my southern pal, coyly.

"Hey darlin', that would be wonderful! I have always fantasized about listening to you getting fucked!"

Punching the speaker button and replacing the phone in the cradle, I got on my hands and knees and immediately felt the green dildo enter my cunt. Already soaking wet at the prospect of being fucked with a "spectator" listening, my pussy accepted the intrusion easily. I pressed back against it, forcing it deeper inside me.

Pausing a moment, he asked, "Are you ready?" as he ripped a condom wrapper open.

"Yes, Sir! Ahhhhhhh" I moaned as he withdrew the plastic cock and inserted his own into my pussy. After only a few thrusts, he withdrew it and pressed its head against my anus.

"Oh, Sir, please, no!" I cried in surprise and a small measure of fear, "Please, not there! I am a virgin there!"

Grunting his displeasure, he chose to be kind. He returned the head of his cock to my pussy opening. After a few deep movements, he withdrew yet again. Tugging on my hips, he had me turn around onto my back and place my legs over his shoulders.

"Tell him about your new position," he whispered to me as he nodded toward the speakerphone.

"He has my legs over his shoulders and is fucking me really deeply," I narrated to my phone pal as Joe continued pumping into me, harder and more insistently. I could tell this was exciting him, too. He shifted me around, and I continued talking, "Now, he has me on my side, with just one leg over his shoulder. It feels so good!" I explained in between pants. Joe’s cock felt so deep and hot inside me. I soon forgot to narrate and instead found myself just moaning loudly and panting. Finally I climaxed with a loud, "Arrrrghhhh!"

I screamed loudly, not caring who heard me at that moment. I felt the pleasure wash over my body. Almost immediately after I climaxed, Joe grunted loudly and pressed even deeper into my canal, emptying his balls once again. He withdrew and collapsed beside me, drawing me closely into his arms.

Breathlessly, I released myself from his embrace and picked up the receiver, saying, "Phew, did you enjoy it as much as we did?"

"Wow! Thank you for sharing that with me! I have never cum so hard before!" he exclaimed.

"Great, we had fun too. Good bye for now," I said, trying to breathe normally, and pressed the speaker button to hang up.

Cuddling next to Joe again, we snuggled comfortably, but way too briefly, now very late for our appointments of the day. We both looked at each other with a big smile before jumping out of bed. Quickly, we both got showered and ready, and left the house for a full day of work after a long night of play. I couldn't wait until the next time I had dinner with my Dominant!

Anal Sex - Total Submission

The next day, Joe called me late in the afternoon and wanted to know if I was going to be ready to serve him again that evening. Still tired from our scene the day before, I happily agreed, submitting to his demand. It was, after all, NOT a request.

This time, there were no instructions. I was just told, “Be ready for me, Pamela.”

When he knocked, I anxiously opened the door, dressed in a short black dress and stockings. After work, I had not had time to change clothes. He wore his business suit, and standing there, he appeared as handsome and mysterious to me as he had yesterday.

“We only have a few hours. Are you ready for me?” He didn’t waste any time getting me into the mood.

Kneeling before him, I replied, “Yes, Sir. I am.” Lifting me back to my feet, he took my arm and led me to the bedroom. The paddle he had used last night still sat on the dresser where he had left it. Picking it up, he slapped it across his palm. I flinched at the sound.

“Get undressed. Be quick about it, too!” he commanded in his most authoritative voice. The dress fell in a pool around my feet, followed by the short black slip and my bra. Next, I slid off the stockings and dropped them to the floor as well. Standing before him naked, I felt vulnerable, the way he liked me to feel. His fingers reached forward and pinched my two nipples. It was as if they were magnets attracting his hands, he found them without even looking down at my chest. His eyes were locked on mine. The corners crinkled as he grinned broadly. “I missed you.”

Beaming, I smiled back at him. “Me too, Sir.” I lowered my eyes now, knowing that he soon would command me not to look at him any more.

“Bend over,” he said. Pivoting, I leaned over the bed and raised my ass toward his erect frame. His hand reached out and massaged first the left cheek, then the right. It felt so wonderful to feel his touch again. My ass was still a bit sore from yesterday, but he chose not to comment on the past at this time. He continued gliding his hand over my skin. Then, his hand was replaced by the flat surface of the paddle.

Breathing steadily, I inhaled and exhaled in a feeble attempt to relax. I couldn’t believe he hadn’t even held me yet, or kissed me hello. He was going to start with a spanking! Smack! “Arrggh!” I cried out.

“Thank you, Sir.” I remembered to say afterwards, still puzzled at his actions. But, he was the Dominant and I was just the submissive, so what could I do but obey. Smack! This one was harder and stung a lot since he had not warmed me up at all first. “Oh! Thank you, Sir.” It burned more. He rubbed the paddle against my skin, giving me a short break.

“Good girl,” he said as he patted me with his other hand. Then, he said, “Ten more, and then you will get a reward.” He did not do light ones either! My ass was red when he was done.

“Thank you, Sir.” I said this meekly as I knelt before him when he stopped, leaning my head against him.

He ran his fingers through my hair and said, “Get your toys.”

I returned quickly and held out the 8” dildo and the medium butt plug. “Lie down and spread your legs for me.” I complied immediately.

He took the KY gel from the dresser, set down the paddle, and sat beside me on the bed. First, he inserted his finger into my anus. It seemed he wasn’t even interested in my pussy at all. And we still hadn’t even kissed or hugged. The intrusion was abrupt, but I was learning to relax there more effectively. He pressed left and right with his finger, stretching me. Then with his other hand, he turned on the butt plug’s vibrator. He removed his finger and pressed the thin end of the plug against my brown hole and then slowly inserted the plug. Pausing ever so briefly at the thickest part so I could adjust, he massaged my lower back gently with his free hand.

“Relax, honey,” he purred in a comforting voice. The plug felt so tight and uncomfortable at first, but the vibrations soon made it enjoyable.

Once it was firmly inserted all the way, he stood up and undressed while he watched me squirm before him. “Play with your clit for me now,” he ordered. Tentatively, I reached down and slid my finger back and forth across my clit. It was already terribly wet, hot and slippery. “Good girl,” he said, as he took the dildo and easily inserted it in my pussy. Both of my holes were now full, and I couldn’t believe how great it felt.

By now, his cock was erect, and he was horny. He applied a condom and crawled between my legs. Removing the dildo, he inserted his cock in its place. “Ahhh, you are so tight!” he cried in pleasure as he began pumping into me. The pressure and movement of his cock, combined with my excitement, caused the butt plug to slide out of my anus. I suppose I learned how to relax there after all!

Taking my legs over my shoulders, he pulled out his cock and pressed it against the sphincter muscle. It easily allowed his cock’s head to enter, surprising me a lot. He pushed firmly, yet gently, and I heard him say, “Relax and enjoy the sensation.” That seemed to ease my trepidation a bit. I wanted to please him so badly! Soon, his cock was all the way inside my virginal ass hole!

“Ohhhh!” I cried out in surprise, and just a little bit of pain.

“Breathe. Relax.” He coached me.

Once inside, he held still, allowing me to grow accustomed to his shaft planted inside. Breathing deeply, I tried to obey him and relax. He massaged my calf muscles and cooed, “That’s a good girl. Just relax. I want you to enjoy this, too.”

As he felt me loosen up a bit, he started moving his hips ever so slowly. He pulled out just a bit, and then returned to his shaft’s root. Then he would pause as I adjusted to the sensation. Again, he pulled out a bit further, and then reinserted his cock. My mind was racing.

I thought, “He is fucking me in the ass! No one has EVER done that before! So many guys tried to get me to allow them, but he is doing it! He didn’t even ask...he just did it! He has total control of my body and I am letting it happen. Wow!” I was amazed at how submissive I felt at that moment.

Now, he grew more bold, and started thrusting harder in and out. I reached down and without thinking or asking permission, I continued playing with my clit. After all, he had told me to do that earlier! My legs, stretched upward over his shoulders, tensed as a climax drew close. I could tell he was very near to coming, and I too was on the edge.

“You are so tight! You are going to make me come! Arrrgghhh!” he cried out, panting hard.

Almost at the same time, we climaxed, and I enjoyed his grunts of pleasure just before I too screamed in joy. Slowly, he pulled his cock out of my ass, and the empty feeling he left behind dismayed me.

When he made his way to the restroom, I was left with my own thoughts and feelings. While he was gone, I thought, “That wasn’t bad at all! In fact, it felt great!” My climax was so intense due to the anal stimulation, and the sensation was so new to me. I felt warm and happy all over.

He returned from the restroom where he had washed up and flushed his condom, and then he slid into bed beside me. He cradled my head against his chest and pinched a nipple idly.

“Good girl,” he told me once again. “You did very well. You pleased me a lot. I am glad you too enjoyed yourself. You did, didn’t you? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” His concern was evident.

“No, Sir, I am fine, and it was great. I was afraid of anal sex for so many years, but you showed me it could be a wonderful experience. Thank you!” I grinned, and lifted my head to press my lips against his, kissing him fiercely. Our first kiss of the day.

“I didn’t have to order you to let me, either.” He seemed pleased with himself. His dominance was complete and unchallenged.

“I have never felt so submissive before! You knew that, though, didn’t you? That was such a vulnerable position to be in, but I did it!” I exclaimed happily.

“So you liked it?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir. I did,” I purred, returning my head to his chest once again. Rubbing my back, he comforted me and made me feel so secure. “Thank you, Sir.”

“But you forgot something, Pamela,” he said in a strict tone. “You didn’t ask permission to come.”

My eyes widened, and I tried to recover from my error, “Oh, sorry, Sir. I forgot! It felt so new and wonderful, I didn’t ask... oh, please forgive me!”

“Roll over,” he commanded as he got up and picked up the paddle once again. Comforting time was over.

My already-reddened cheeks received another 10 whacks, and the burning felt pleasant as well as painful. This time, I remembered to thank him for each swat. At the last one, he set down the paddle and massaged my aching flesh gently. The anal sex was almost forgotten!

“Good girl. Don’t forget to ask permission to come next time, no matter what is going on!”

Joining me in bed again, we cuddled and rubbed each other, kissing passionately. Surprisingly, his cock sprung to life once again. So soon! Knowing that he didn’t have much time left, he fingered my clit and realized that I too was excited. Was it because of the spanking, or the kissing? It didn’t matter.

Resuming the same position as before, he lifted my legs over his shoulders after putting on another condom. This time, he went straight for my back door, and his cock slid easily into my butt once again. This time, it was a bit tender, but that just made it feel all the more intense.

Gently but firmly, he probed in and out of my anus, my tightness gripping his shaft again. His thumb went back and forth over my clit, and I found myself on the brink of an orgasm very quickly. “May I please come again, Sir?” I asked, glad that I remembered to ask permission first.

Gritting his teeth, he grunted, “Yes you may. Damn! Your ass is so tight; you are already making me come now too! Arggghhh!”

Together, we climaxed again. He withdrew his shaft and collapsed beside me until his breathing returned to normal. His hands gently stroked my sides and back, and his fingers once again locked onto my nipples and pinched them. Kissing me, he pulled his head back, and looked at my eyes. “You are wonderful! Your ass pleases me a lot, and so do you.” I smiled and enjoyed the sensations coursing through my body.

Then, he had to rush to the restroom, clean up and get dressed. We kissed goodbye, and as he left, he patted my butt one last time and grinned. “Good bye for now, Pamela.”

I smiled to myself, knowing that anal sex was now a new part of my submissive lifestyle. What a wonderful discovery!