“Good girl. You did well. Now, into the corner to think about why you were punished.”
Despite the fact they’d discussed being put in a corner not ten minutes prior, she was still surprised when he said it. He was really going to put her in a corner like a naughty child?
Once again, he simply waited for her compliance. He was pointing to a corner of the living room, and she sighed and headed for it. As far as punishments went, it was pretty minor and quite harmless. She’d put her twins in the corner a few times when they were small and she’d been at her wit’s end.
He pressed her nose into the corner and brought her hands behind her back.
“No rubbing your sore bottom. Keep your hands here. Spread your legs a little.”
She pushed her legs apart, but apparently it wasn’t enough. He tapped on the inside of her feet lightly and she spread them a few more inches.
“Good. You stay there until I come back for you. Don’t turn around. I want you to think about why you were punished and how you might correct your behavior.”
She heard him turn around and head into the kitchen. She stood there waiting, with a burning bottom, and couldn’t stop her mind from wandering to how she’d ended up there. She’d hesitated to obey him. Considering it had been in the first half hour of submitting to his dominance it wasn’t a shock. What was a shock was that he wasn’t going to cut her any damn slack. Lisa had been right. He was exacting and strict and she was going to have to learn to obey him.
He hadn’t ordered her to do anything radical. He’d asked her to take off her clothes, something she’d been anxious to do with him. In the right setting, of course, with his clothes coming off, too. Yes, she’d been embarrassed, but the more she thought about it, it had more to do with the fact he’d still been dressed.
That’s submission.
She now also knew why she was standing in a corner. He was giving her the opportunity to figure it out for herself. Now she had, she was ready to be let out. She fidgeted on her feet, chafing at the restriction. This must be the punishment part.
He’d come back into the living room and unmuted the television. She waited for what seemed like ages, but was probably only five or ten minutes, before he muted it again and placed his hand on her shoulder. Her senses were assailed with his warmth and the manly scent from his body. She felt her honey drip down her thighs.
“You may turn around, Tori.”
* * * *
Tori’s eyes were downcast, and her body language spoke of a sub who was sorry for misbehaving. His cock twitched in his pants and pressed hard against his zipper. He’d grown used to having a hard-on when Tori was around, but it had passed the painful point when her gorgeous body had been draped over his knees in supplication. Her round bottom was perfect for spanking, and he’d enjoyed every minute of initiating her into the pleasures of corporal punishment. He knew she’d enjoyed it, too. She’d left a puddle of cream on his thighs.
“Tori, please tell me why you were punished. And look me in the eyes when you do.”
He kept his voice even and firm despite his arousal. His pretty new sub raised her eyes and bit her bottom lip. “I didn’t obey you. I made you repeat your commands. I’m sorry, uh, Sir, or Master. I’m not really sure how you wish me to address you.”
“In my opinion, and many would disagree with me, Sir is a title for when you are scening with a Dominant but don’t belong to him specifically. Do you belong to me, Tori? Are we a couple?”
She nodded, her eyes wide.
“Then you will address me as Master or Master Ian when we are in a scene or we are in Dominant-submissive mode. We are in such mode now. You will come to recognize this as we work together. Now, you are correct as to why you were punished. Have you thought about how to correct your behavior?”
She pressed her lips together, her cheeks a lovely pink color. Tori was a beautiful woman in the prime of her life. He knew she’d had her sons at the tender age of eighteen, so despite being an empty nester, she was only thirty-six. He was one year younger and tired of twenty-something subs wanting him to train them but unable to stop texting long enough to be restrained. Tori was smart and classy, and he was damn lucky to have found her.
“I hesitated to obey because you were still dressed. I realize this is part of submission, and your request was not unreasonable. I need to learn to obey you and trust you without overthinking things.”
He nodded, pleased she had worked out why she had disobeyed. Once again, it spoke of her emotional maturity and gave him hope their relationship would work. He’d never met a submissive with such introspection. It was a gift and one he would carefully reward and cultivate.
“I’m very pleased, Tori. Shall we continue our discussion and look through your paperwork?”
He threw a large cushion on the floor next to the couch. “You can sit here. A submissive generally sits at the feet of her Dominant.”
To his surprise, Tori didn’t hesitate. She curled up on the pillow with a nervous smile. He stroked her hair and rubbed her shoulders, bringing a sigh from her full lips. He wanted to give her positive reinforcement for obeying his command without question.
“You need a safeword. Do you have any preference?”
“No, Master Ian.”
“We’ll use ‘red’ and ‘yellow’ then. They’re commonly used and easy to remember. If you need everything to stop, you use ‘red.’ If you need me to slow down, go easier, or catch your breath, you use ‘yellow.’ From time to time, I may check in on you and ask you where you are. You respond with ‘red,’ ‘yellow,’ or ‘green.’ Eventually, as we get to know one another, I won’t need to check in very often, but at the beginning, I’ll check in with you quite a bit.” He picked up the papers from the coffee table. “I see you have ‘yes’ for anal play and ‘maybe’ for anal sex. Have you ever had anal sex?”
She was a brighter shade of pink now. “Um, no, Master. I’ve never done anything…like that.”
“We’ll go slow then.” He flipped to the last page. “I see in the items on the internet you found interesting was some wax play. Is this something you would like for us to explore at some point?”
He didn’t imagine her breathing rate increased and her eyes got brighter. Tori was turned-on.
“Yes, Master.”
“You also have ‘yes’ on wrist and ankle bondage, gags, blindfolds, cock sucking, nipple clamps, paddling and flogging. Are those a solid ‘yes’?”
She licked her lips. “Yes, Master.” Tori’s voice was barely above a whisper.
“Are you sure? We can change these to ‘maybe.’”
She straightened her shoulders and firmed her chin. “No, Master. They’re a solid ‘yes.’”
Brave sub.
“You have ‘maybe’ for whipping with a single-tail. Good answer. It’s good to be cautious about certain things. I’m an expert with one, but we’ll push that to the future and see how things go. I’m good if it’s something you don’t want to do at all.”
She was looking down now, and as much as he enjoyed her submissive posture he wanted to see her eyes darken with passion. He wanted to see her come. He lifted her chin with his fingers.
“Just a few more rules. When we are in a scene, you will not speak without permission or unless asked a direct question by myself. When we are in Dominant-submissive mode you may speak to me but no one else without permission. You are not to touch yourself in a pleasurable way, and you are not to come without permission. Ever. All pleasure comes solely from me from this moment forward. Do you understand, Tori?”
Her beautiful green eyes widened in dismay. However, she hesitated only a moment. “Yes, Master.”
She’d been celibate for a long time, and with her habit of reading erotic books, he imagined she probably had a few toys in the nightstand. He’d assumed she’d masturbated regularly. No woman as sensuous as Tori could have gone four and a half years without an orgasm.
“I want you to go into your bedroom and
bring me all of your sex toys. No exceptions. They belong to me as of now.”
He had to hide his smile at her expression of amazement. He kept his features stern. There would be time for tenderness, but this wasn’t the moment.
She scuttled into her bedroom and he heard the frantic opening and closing of drawers. He cleared his throat a few times to swallow his laughter. Tori was indeed a submissive woman, in the bedroom at least. So far, he’d punished her, set her at his feet, and commanded her to turn over all pleasure into his hands. A non-submissive woman would have had his nuts in a vise by now.
She returned, her face a fiery red and her arms full. She placed on the floor a bright purple vibrator with rabbit ears for clit stimulation, two vibrating eggs, and a bottle of lube.
He nodded. “Excellent. I’m very pleased and proud of you tonight, Tori. Time for your reward. Lay back on the pillow and spread your legs.”
* * * *
She couldn’t wait to find out what her reward might be. She’d been mortified to bring out her small collection of sex toys, but he’d barely blinked. What she thought of as deeply embarrassing, he apparently looked upon as merely ho-hum. Now she was being rewarded for her bravery and obedience, after being punished a short time ago. It was exciting, scary, and very arousing.
She lay on her back, spreading her legs. She knew he could see her pussy wet with her own juices. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this turned on. So far, this submission stuff was pretty hot. Even now, Ian’s expression was stern, but his eyes were tender and kind. She wasn’t afraid in the least. It was arousing when he was strict, but she trusted him to be fair.
He let his gaze roam over her body, and then his finger drew a line from the hollow at her throat all the way down her torso to her pussy.
“My new property is beautiful, very sexy.” He ran his hands up her belly and cupped her breasts, sending tingles of pleasure straight to her pussy and clit. “Your skin is golden and soft to the touch.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss right above her belly button. “And your scent is delicious, a mix of vanilla and the musk from your arousal. It makes your Master’s cock ache.”
Her eyes were drawn to his crotch, and her mouth watered in anticipation. His shorts were tented, and his cock outlined against his zipper. His proportions looked generous and her pussy clenched, needing to be filled.
“Your breasts are the perfect size. They overflow my hands and will be gorgeous clamped or bound.” His hands, callused from yard work, stroked her skin and plucked at her already painfully hard nipples. She panted as her arousal grew, and she reached for him to bring him down on top of her. He caught her hands in midair.
“Uh uh, my slave. You stay still while I explore. Hold onto the pillow under your head tightly. Nothing will happen unless I decide it’s going to happen. You have no choices to make, no decisions to think about. Close your eyes and feel. All you need to do is feel.”
She whimpered but did as he asked, grabbing the pillow and closing her eyes. She willed her body to relax as his fingers glided across every inch of her skin from her head to her toes. She wasn’t used to not having something expected of her. It was a little frightening. What if she was supposed to be doing something and she wasn’t doing it?
Her eyes popped open.
“I told you to close your eyes, slave. Why have you opened them?”
She gripped the pillow a little tighter. “I’m afraid.”
He pulled his hands away and she felt bereft. His expression was all concern. “Do you need to use your safeword? What are you afraid of, sweetness?”
“I’m afraid I’m supposed to be doing something and I’m not doing it.”
It sounded ridiculous when she said it, but he didn’t laugh. He nodded as if she’d said something wise and enlightening.
“Completely natural, Tori. You’ve been in charge for years, haven’t you? Everything was yours to do or decide. Even when your husband was ill, things fell to you. Then raising your sons alone, making a career for yourself, paying bills, everything. With your Master, you can let go of all that. I’ll worry about everything for you. You don’t have any responsibilities except to obey me. That’s it. If I haven’t told you to do something then you are doing exactly what you need to do. Relax and just be.”
She laughed. “I don’t remember the last time I did that. I’m in charge twenty-four-seven.”
His finger dipped into her pussy and circled her clit, drawing a moan from her. “Then we’ll make a memory tonight. Close your eyes, my slave, and let your mind run free.”
She did as he bade and tried to let her thoughts wander. She didn’t want to think about looming deadlines or unwashed dishes. She wanted to concentrate on his amazing hands. Hands which were doing wonderful things to her body. He pressed two fingers inside of her and she tightened on them, wanting more. He finger fucked her slowly, rubbing on her sweet spot and brushing his thumb against her swollen clit. She licked her lips and groaned, close to release.
“My new pussy is very tight. It’s going to feel wonderful when I’m deep inside it, fucking it hard, and riding it to orgasm. Tighten on my fingers again, slave.”
She tightened her muscles just as his tongue licked her clit. She almost came off the floor, the feeling like electricity shooting through her veins.
“Oh! Oh, Ian!”
She could feel his warm breath on her pussy. “That’s ‘Master’ to you, little slave. Say it for me.”
She panted as he lapped at her pussy and clit. “Master! Oh, Master!”
“Good girl. I want you to come for me now. Come good and hard for your Master.”
His mouth closed over her clit and his fingers rubbed the swollen spot deep inside her. He sucked and licked, and her body exploded into thousands of pieces. Multi-colored lights danced on her eyelids, and she tried to catch her breath as the ecstasy ripped through her. He licked up all her cream as she came down to earth, feeling cared for and sated. He lay down next to her and pulled her into his arms.
“Whenever we are together, my slave, afterward we will have aftercare. It’s our time to be close and intimate, just the two of us. It’s my time to show you how proud I am of you and to care for you in any way you need to be cared for. We’ll cuddle and talk, and we’ll do this for as long as you need it. Don’t try and cut this time short.”
It felt too wonderful to rush through. His hard body was pressed close to hers, and he was stroking her hair, telling her how sexy and beautiful she was. She never wanted it to end. He pressed his lips to hers in a soft-but-hot kiss, letting his tongue trace the outline of her mouth.
She giggled when his teeth nibbled at her lower lip. “What about you, Master?”
He snuggled her, letting her feel the heat of his body. She could clearly feel the outline of his very hard and swollen cock.
“What about me, Tori?”
She pressed into him, rubbing against the bulge in his shorts. “Can’t I take care of you?”
“Have I given you a command to take care of me?”
He hadn’t. “No. I mean, no, Master.”
He rubbed his chin on the top of her head. “Then it’s nothing you need to concern yourself with. If I wanted you to serve me in some way, I would command you to do so.”
“Okay.” She pulled back and gave him a look of disbelief. “Aren’t you uncomfortable?”
He smiled. “Very. But this is your first night. Let’s take this submission thing a step at a time.”
She ran her hands down his flat stomach and over the bulge in his pants, hearing his breath make a hissing sound when she caressed the ridge. He moved her hands back to his chest.
“No, Tori. You won’t be getting fucked tonight. We’re going to save that for another time. Now forget about my cock. I want to talk about how you felt tonight. What you liked. What surprised you.”
With his hard dick pressed so closely it was going to be very difficult to forget, but she’d try. She concentrated on his question
instead.
“I liked pretty much everything, although being put in the corner was surprising. I didn’t really mind it, I was just surprised.”
“I find time for contemplation helps a submissive come to terms with punishment and reward.”
“I liked my reward.” She gave him a grin and rubbed his chest.
“I liked it, too. I’m going to get you some water. You need to stay hydrated. I take my job as your Dom very seriously, and taking care of your health is important. Don’t move, pretty slave. I’ll be right back so we can talk more.”
He levered up from the pillow and padded on bare feet into the kitchen. She wouldn’t go anywhere. She was happy and content to follow Master Ian’s orders. She just hoped his next orders would involve removing his pants.
And his shirt. And his underwear.
She really needed to convince him she was ready to make love with him. She wanted it more than ever. She couldn’t wait to submit to him again and again. He could be in charge anytime.
Chapter Four
She cried out as he entered her in one stroke. He set a punishing rhythm, thrusting into her hard and fast. The pleasure was overwhelming, and her mind gave up trying to stay focused. Her senses took over, sharp and unrelenting. She could smell the musk of their arousal and sweat. She could hear their labored breathing and the slap of flesh against flesh. She could feel his cock pistoning in and out of her, rubbing against that spot inside her. The spot that would send her to heaven. She wrapped her legs around him to pull him closer. She was ready for release.
“I bet she is.” Brianne laughed. “If she’s being ridden that hard and fast, she’s probably sore as hell and ready for it to be done.”
Lisa giggled. “I love it hard and fast. I mean, if you’re going to give it to me, then damn well give it to me.”
Sara sipped at her martini. “I like it hard and fast, too, but I know what Brianne means. Sometimes, it’s like are you done? Jeremy and Cole can last forever some nights. That’s twice the sex and twice the thrusts. Especially if they’ve already made me come a few times…A girl can get sore if she’s not careful.”
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