Her Willing Submission - A Bride Blossoms With BDSM and Male Domination

by Kim Acton

  “I want more,” she confessed. “I want you to push me harder and farther. I can’t really explain why. I feel like I’ve been a coiled spring for so many years and I had no outlet, no way to express or enjoy my own sexuality. Now you’ve shown me how and I feel like I have years of catching up to do. In college I was always irritated or disgusted when I heard roommates or dorm neighbors having sex. I thought it was gross. Now I see why they talked about it all the time. It feels so unimaginably wonderful to have every kind of sex and I want to explore more.”

  She held his chin and looked into his eyes, “I’m serious, Honey, will you please keep pushing me to be more submissive and to do things you think I’d never do. I ache for it. I want it so badly. Please? Don’t you love it too?”

  “Yes, I do love it,” he answered. “And I will take you as far as you want to go. I love your submission and I love being dominant over you. My libido has taken off since we started doing this. But I have to warn you that what lies ahead in this lifestyle is way outside of anything you might have thought about and way past what most people would ever do in their sexual lives. Are you prepared for deeper submission and even humiliation and being used in any way I tell you, even if it involves strangers?”

  Eva’s eyes widened. “Other people? Oh, my God. Just talking to them, like the bartender today?”

  “No, Eva. I mean doing what I tell you to do even if it involves another person. Could you do that, Eva.”

  Eva thought about it before she answered. “I don’t think I could just do it. I think part of the attraction to all of these new things is having you force me to do it. Telling me to do it, or else. I get wet just saying that. It’s like I’m being used against my will except you and I know it isn’t really against my will. Like I’m playing the roll of a slave slut who it trapped into doing things but I’m really not. It’s my secret way of letting myself do anything that brings pleasure. My God, I thank you so much for discovering this about me and helping me let it out. I’m so grateful I could cry.”

  Andre held her tenderly and stroked her hair.

  Eva continues, “I’ll do anything. Absolutely anything and it almost scares me that I can say that. And I love the punishment and humiliation because it makes me feel like I’m making amends for being such a slut. Can you understand that? It’s like I have a some guilt for having a potty mouth and for showing off in public and when you do something to punish or humiliate me I feel better because I feel like I’ve paid for being bad and then I don’t have to hold any guilt anymore.”

  “That makes perfect sense, Eva. You’re such a smart girl. OK, ask and you shall receive. I promise you two things: I love you with all my heart and you are never going to forget this trip to Mexico.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Pushing Her Limits

  The next day Andre worked all day but he and Eva had a conversation over dinner at the hotel. She was a chatterbox and wanted to reiterate all the details of the desires she confessed the night before. She talked about being topless on the beach. It was a turning point for her. While she was terrified to walk half-naked in public she also realized how it made her incredibly horny. And the humiliation of being talked about in explicitly sexual ways by two men was crushingly embarrassing but the after effect made her horny to the point of craziness. It made her crave things she never would have believed possible.

  “Tell me more about the sort of things did you crave, Eva?” asked Andre.

  She took another sip of her drink and lowered her voice, “Everything. The truth is, all the threats you made and the things you made me do, after they were over I wanted more of all of it.”

  “Give me an example,” he prompted.

  “Remember when you said you would use the cane on my …” She looked around the restaurant and whispered, “… my big tits and my slut cunt?”

  “Yes.”

  “Afterwards I was wishing you didn’t forgive my mistake and that you really did punish me that way. I kept trying to imagine how it would have felt and I - well, I don’t mean this in a complaining or disrespectful way - but, I felt cheated out of the punishment. Maybe not cheated exactly, but disappointed that I wouldn’t be getting it. Do you know what I mean?” she asked.

  “I understand. You wanted to have that new experience even though it involved pain. Is that right?” said Andre.

  Eva couldn’t say everything fast enough. She wanted to talk more about every thought she’d been secretly having. “Yes. That’s it. And it’s like that for everything. I fantasize about getting harder whippings and about you making me do the most humiliating and embarrassing things. I mean, things we’ve never even talked about. It’s like I’m hoping you will come up with new things because I want to show you that I will do them. I feel like a different person. I used to be so uncomfortable if you even kissed my cheek in public or sometimes even if we held hands and people saw us. Now it makes me so horny to do any depraved, slutty thing you tell me to do. When I was a teenager I literally could not say ‘fuck’ and now I’m twenty three and I want to be forced to tell a bartender I have a slut cunt that needs to be whipped by my husband. And I love it. Does that sound crazy or wicked to you?”

  Andre smiled, “No, Eva, it sounds wonderful to me. Look at you. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. It’s like you were made for sex, and yet you never knew how to release your natural gifts. Now that we’ve been pushing in that direction the dam is breaking and you feel free for the first time. It’s wonderful.”

  Eva grinned from ear to ear and stretched her arms and legs like a cat. “It does feel wonderful. I’m so happy you approve of all this.”

  “I want more of everything we’ve been doing. I want more harsh discipline, I want more humiliation, I want more submission to your orders. I want you to dominate me in wicked ways. I know all that might sound awful but I don’t care, I feel like I get so much out of it. It makes me become a full person and a better wife. It makes me enjoy sex a hundred times more than I ever have. Can we do that? Is all of that okay with you, Andre?” her voice was pleading.

  Andre had an understanding tone, “I don’t know why you say it’s awful. It isn’t. It’s you starting to care about what you want and what you think instead of worrying about what others think. I wanted this to happen so I’m very happy about it. I’m glad you want deeper submission and more domination because I’m happy to give it to you. I’m sure you’ve noticed that every whipping lately has ended with me fucking your brains out. It’s not just discipline for me, it’s serious foreplay and I can tell by your wet pussy that you’re getting the same enjoyment out of it. That said, your punishments are going to need to be a lot more severe if they are going to accomplish anything, so I think it’s time we took you to a new level there. And I think that should start in the room tonight, don’t you?” he said with a smile.

  Eva beamed, “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

  They left the restaurant and in the elevator to their room Eva was visibly trembling with anticipation. Andre’s words about severe punishment cut through her like a knife. She kept hearing them over and over in her mind and it made her insane with lust. She should have been dreading the pain, and to some extent she was, but she wanted to feel that rush of pure libido that came before and after the ordeal. She wanted to feel that sense of willingness to do anything she was ordered to do, no matter how depraved or slutty it was. Soon she would feel all of that and more.

  When they entered the room Andre did not let her take a single step once they were inside and the door was locked. “Strip immediately. Then get all the sex toys and put them on the bed, but I want you to crawl around the room doing it. Crawl on your hands and knees and always keep your cock-sucking mouth wide open in case I want to put my dick in it. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she yelled. She tore off her clothes as she fell to the floor and began to crawl to the luggage that contained a dildo, belt, cane and anal plug. She collected the items and placed them on the bed and remaine
d on her knees waiting for his next instruction.

  Andre told her to stand up and when she did he grabbed both of her nipples and pinched them hard. She screamed. He pinched them harder, “What do you say?”

  “Thank you, Sir. Thank you for pinching my nipples.”

  He ran his hand along her pussy to feel the heat and moisture already waiting. Then he felt pubic hairs. He pulled his hand away and slapped Eva across the face. Her eyes flashed wide open in disbelief. It took her a moment to regain her senses, “Thank you, Sir.” She felt a flush of heat run through her cheek and neck and it made her wet with submissive desire.

  “Go get your eyebrow tweezers and make sure you crawl with your cock-sucking mouth wide open!” he barked. Eva complied immediately and when she returned from getting them out of her make-up kit in the bathroom Andre had already fastened the belt of the hotel robe to the headboard of the bed. “Lie on your back,” he commanded. He tied her hands together tightly and fastened them to the headboard with the belt.

  “You were told to keep your pussy shaved and smooth. I just felt stubble,” he informed her.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I was in a hurry to get ready for the beach and I must have missed a spot,” she pleaded.

  Andre was firm, “There is no excuse. Now you’ll learn how hair is removed when you don’t respect the fact you are allowed to use a pain-free method. Spread your slut legs right now!” he ordered.

  Eva obeyed and spread her legs open wide. Andre selected a single hair located close to her tender labia. He quickly tugged it and Eva winced and cried out. By the time he’d plucked a dozen there were tears running down her cheeks and she was pleading that she was sorry and she would never be careless again. He continued plucking without mercy until all of the hairs were gone.

  Then he told her she would get the belt. She complied immediately and rolled onto her stomach.

  Andre laughed. “You’re not getting the belt on your ass, Eva. I’m going to whip your little cunt. We’ve only removed the hair you missed. That wasn’t punishment, that was only completing the task you performed carelessly. Now it’s time for punishment. That means a hard whipping and since your cunt was the offending area it only seems right to punish your cunt. Don’t you agree?”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” she said as she rolled onto her back, hands still tied together at the headboard, and spread her legs in willing compliance. She took a breath, “I’m very sorry for my carelessness shaving. Please whip it good, Sir.”

  Andre raised the belt and Eva closed her eyes tightly.

  Whack!

  She screamed and raised her hips in the air.

  Whack!

  She screamed louder and her hips fell to the bed.

  “I’m sure all the people on this floor heard that. I wonder if they will call the policia? Maybe we better gag your cock-sucking mouth.” He reached for the dildo and held it in front of her face. “Open,” he commanded. Eva did and he jammed six inches of dildo into her throat. “Suck that cock while you get the rest of your punishment,” he told her roughly.

  Eva sucked and choked on the dildo while another twenty lashes landed hard on her pussy. She sputtered and bit down on the cock while tears ran across her face and her pussy burned like fury. Throughout the whipping Andre kept telling her to never forget her duties again and that he was done with light punishments.

  Since she admitted she wanted more harsh punishments he told her she would be getting the cane after the belt and then he was going to make her do something unimaginably humiliating. When the strapping stopped and she caught her breath Eva was nearly faint with a hungry desire to show how far she would go with her submission to Andre.

  “Next time I won’t be so gentle,” said Andre. “Next time you’ll get the cane. I want you to know what that feels like so you can think about it for a long time.” He picked up the cane and held it against her red, swollen pussy. He raised it in the air and her eyes went wide in horror.

  Snap!

  It came down on the mound of her pussy and to the left of her wet lips. She arched her back and clenched the dildo in her mouth. No sound came out, then a shriek from her gut and her head flailed from side to side in disbelief of the level of pain. Another stroke landed on her mound and to the right of her puffy labia. She twisted her torso and screamed with enough force to dislodge the cock from her mouth.

  “Thank you, Sir. The cane hurts so much! I will never forget to shave properly for you. I will always obey you. Please, Sir, … please make sure I have marks to remind me,” she cried.

  Again, she surprised Andre. As much as it hurt, the minx was asking for more of the cane so that she could see welts later. He obliged. Andre put the dildo back in her mouth and said, “You’re turning into quite a pain slut aren’t you? You want welts? Here’s two you can look at for a few days.”

  He flicked the tip of the cane hard against each side of her pussy and her hips rose off the bed as her muffled scream came from her cock filled throat.

  Andre untied her hands and told her to stand beside the bed.

  “We’re done with your slut cunt. Let’s hope I don’t have to use the cane on it again. But you still need to know that I can and will use it on your tits. When I cane your tits I expect you to assist with your punishment.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said as she stood at attention beside the bed gasping for air. She dared not tough her pussy even though every instinct was to rub away the burning pain of the whipping.

  “When I say your tits are going to be disciplined I expect you to place your hands underneath them, lift them up and outward so they are fully accessible to the cane or belt. Do it!” he commanded.

  Eva lifted her tits as ordered. They were not sagging to begin with but with her hands pressing them upward they flattened out and offered more area to be punished. Andre adjusted his position so the stroke of the cane would land evenly across both breasts. In an instant he flicked hard and the cane smacked across the meat of her chest. She began to scream but bit her lip and held her breath. A second stroke landed near her nipples and one foot raised from the ground while both knees buckled. She looked at him with pleading, tear-filled eyes. He dropped the cane on the bed.

  “Get on the bed. Lie on your back and spread your legs,” he ordered. Eva prayed he would fuck her and bring some relief but when he picked up the leather belt she shuddered in fear. Her tits and pussy were on fire with pain and more whipping was something she was sure she could not bear.

  “Pull your cunt lips apart,” he ordered.

  Eva reached down with both hands and pulled her labia wide open. She was faint with fear of more whipping to her swollen pussy. Andre placed the belt on her exposed clit. Eva twitched and trembled. He slid the full length of the belt over her clit. The rough leather ran across her clit like the palm of a carpenters hand. He repeated the motion. Like a dry tongue it licked her clit again. And again.

  “You like that, don’t you, Slut? Your pussy is so red and sore and now your clit is getting some attention and it makes you want to cum doesn’t it? I see your hips pressing into it. You want more, don’t you? You want the belt to make you cum, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she breathed heavily.

  He ran it across her clit again and she arched her hips to get more pressure. Her eyelids began to flutter and she could feel an intense orgasm taking hold of her. She always came hardest after being disciplined. This time she felt like the roof would blow off the room.

  “Yeah, you want to cum hard, but I want to watch you suck a cock first. You don’t get to cum until I see you sucking cock,” said Andre.

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied and began to reach for his pants in order to perform her task.

  Andre stepped back. “No, Dear. You don’t get to cum until I see you suck someone else’s cock.”

  Eva’s eyes registered total shock and she sat up in bed.

  Andre’s voice was firm, “That’s right. I want to watch you suck some other guy’s cock right i
n front of me. If you want to cum tonight that’s how it’s going to be. In fact, if you ever want to cum again that’s how it’s going to be. You and I are going downstairs to the hotel bar and you’re coming back up here to suck another guy’s cock. Now are you going to say ‘yes, sir’ or do you want some more caning of your slut cunt right now?”

  Eva didn’t give herself a second to think about how terrified she was. “Yes, Sir,” was all she said.

  “Get dressed,” came his order.

  The hotel bar was decorated in a Spanish colonial style with rich leather chairs and soft Latin music playing. They eyed the customers and most appeared to be couples. Others were small groups of men or women vacationing together. After a few minutes they struck up a conversation with a single guy named Ethan from Houston, Texas. He mentioned that he was recently divorced. Perfect. After a few drinks and idle chit chat about what to see and do in Cancun, Andre steered the conversation to his marriage with Eva. He concocted a bit of a lie to explain his proposal.

  “We’ve been married a couple of years but I’m quite a bit older than Eva. The truth is she’s a more than I can handle sometimes, especially when we’re on vacation.” Eva squirmed in her chair but could see Ethan was constantly looking at her boobs, which were well on display because of the blouse Andre told her to wear.

  “She’s got quite an oral fixation, if you know what I mean. Loves to give head,” he said with a smile.

  Ethan was all ears. “Really? I wish I had that problem,” he laughed.

  Eva blushed and remained silent but a quick glance at Ethan’s crotch confirmed he was interested in where the conversation was going. By the time Andre came out with the offer of a no strings attached blowjob Ethan didn’t waste a minute saying he was up for anything.

  “Seriously?” asked Ethan. “Hell, yeah, if it’s okay with you. Who’d say no?” he laughed.

  Andre laughed along, “Certainly not Eva, she can’t say no to a cock. The truth is, she needs a good spit roasting. You okay with that, Ethan?”