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

by Kim Acton

  “Fuck yeah, I’d love to see that,” he enthusiastically agreed.

  Eva was oblivious to their meaning. She had no clue what spit roasting meant and her mind was still reeling from hearing Andre lie that she ‘couldn’t say no to a cock,’ especially since he knew she had never been with anyone but her husband. Having two men talk about her that way was overwhelming. The room was spinning and she realized she was hardly breathing. In the elevator to the room her heart pounded so loud she was sure the other two would hear it.

  Once they were inside the room Andre became very dominant and talked to Ethan like Eva was a whore that he owned. He held her chin in one hand, “Get naked immediately and pour a couple of drinks for Ethan and me,” he commanded her in a loud voice.

  “Yes, Sir,” she obeyed. Ethan kept his eyes riveted on her body as she stripped off her clothes and crossed the room to prepare the drinks. He was enthralled at her beauty and had never seen a more sensuous woman in movies or elsewhere. Eva was beautiful in her clothes but absolutely stunning out of them.

  Andre noticed Ethan’s open mouth and his reaction was to pile on more anticipation for him and more humiliation for Eva. “Eva is a submissive little slut. She likes to be used for my entertainment. Don’t you, Eva?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I can see Ethan likes the look of you. Why don’t you tell us what he’s looking at, Eva? Tell us your most useful parts, Eva,” he commanded.

  Eva stood at attention and looked and Ethan. He was young, athletic and muscular and she still could not believe that she was naked in from of him and about to give him a blowjob. She swallowed hard and recited her memorized lines, “My most useful parts are my big tits, my cock-sucking mouth, my slut cunt and my fuckable ass, Sir,” she deliberately looked into Ethan’s eyes when she said ‘Sir.’

  It was his first experience of a fully submissive woman and he loved it. It seemed like a dream to him. He reached for his belt buckle in a hurry to get the show started.

  Andre continued to build the suspense. “Eva, sit on the side of the bed and spread your legs.” He pointed to the red welts on her pussy.

  “Ethan, before we came downstairs I had to discipline Eva with a rattan cane. You can still see the marks. She received the belt too. You can also see the welts on her tits. The truth is the discipline only has a temporary effect. Once the pain fades she gets very horny, that’s why she needs to deepthroat your cock.”

  “Deepthroat?” repeated Ethan. “Seriously?”

  “Yes, she’s been trained to take a cock down her throat. She practices on a huge dildo. Well, we should get started, I guess. Eva, go get the belt.” Eva obeyed and retrieved the belt.

  “I like to warm her up with a good ass-whipping, it reminds her who is in charge and makes her so horny that she begs for her orgasm.”

  Ethan just nodded with a sloppy grin on his face. He practically fell out of his chair watching her get thirty-odd strokes with the belt and saying, ‘Thank you, Sir’ after each one landed. Her amazing ass was crimson and she moaned between every lash of the thick leather strap.

  When Andre was done whipping he invited Ethan to touch her ass cheeks, “Feel how hot her ass is.”

  Ethan rubbed his hand over both cheeks and marveled at how hot they were.

  “Remember I said how it made her horny? Feel her cunt right now. Go ahead, feel it.”

  Ethan cupped her pussy in his hand and smiled. “Wow, that is hot. Did that make you horny, Eva?” he asked her.

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied and reflexively pressed herself against his rough hand. Ethan couldn’t wait any longer and peeled off his shirt and jeans. Eva and Andre had no way of knowing what Ethan was packing. A random guy in a bar could have a tiny dick or he could be John Holmes. There is no way to know until the unveiling.

  Maybe Eva was hoping for something small and manageable, something smaller than Andre for sure. Too bad for her. Ethan was closer to the John Holmes end of the spectrum with the rare gift of both length and girth. In short, he had a very big dick. Eva saw it and gasped. Ethan smiled. Andre laughed.

  Andre directed the action. “If we’re going to spit roast her you better sit on the bed with your back against the headboard. Eva, get on your knees on the bed and suck his monster cock immediately,” he ordered.

  “Yes, Sir,” then she added with cheekiness, “Thank you, Sir.”

  Andre was amused at her willingness to take on a new challenge. Eva began to suck Ethan’s cock and used every skill she had developed in her recent training. Her wet hand slid and twisted along the shaft while her tongue flicked and twirled with constant variation. She swallowed it deeply and stuck her tongue out to caress the underside of his shaft. She moaned and slurped loudly and relentlessly. Her head was in constant motion.

  What she could not see and did not expect was Andre applying gobs of lubrication to his cock. As she knelt on the bed preoccupied with her oral task she did not realize her uplifted ass was also in constant motion and waving at Andre like a matador’s red cape. He moved between her legs and pressed his tumescent cock-head against her tight anal fuck-cave. Eva shrieked into her mouthful and pulled it out in order to glance backwards.

  “Keep sucking, Eva. Now you’re going to get ass-fucked in front of Ethan. I think he’d enjoy seeing you take it in the ass while you blow him. Do it!” he ordered.

  Eva returned to her assignment and resumed sucking cock. Andre pressed his shaft fully into her ass and she screamed into Ethan’s dick causing delicious vibrations through his balls and into his prostate. His head fell back in a deep moan. Andre began thrusting with force.

  “Now you’re getting spit roasted, Eva, just like a pig on a skewer. You’ve got a cock in your mouth and one in your ass and we could spin you like a roast over the fire. How does that feel, to be fucked like a pig at both ends?”

  Eva could only moan and scream into her flesh gag, but the truth was it felt like nothing she could ever have imagined. A short time ago she was sitting in a hotel lounge fully dressed and chatting. Now a complete stranger had seen her naked, getting whipped with a belt and ordered to suck his cock. To add humiliation to embarrassment he could watch her being sodomized in the ass while she serviced him with her mouth.

  And how did it feel? She felt like she was going to explode with pleasure. Her ass was still on fire from the belt, which always made her extra horny, and she was sucking a thick, luscious cock while getting pounded in the ass so hard it was stimulating her sore, abused pussy and swollen clit.

  She was feverish with the desire to cum but, without permission to do so, she had to resist the irresistible. She felt humiliated in front of a stranger and crazy with lust for more of it. The conflict was driving her wild. She screamed, whimpered, kicked and moaned and she could not bear another second of it, yet never wanted it to end.

  Andre reached around to her clit and pinched it between his fingers. “Don’t you dare cum until you satisfy Ethan with your cock-sucking mouth,” he warned her. She nodded without missing a stroke.

  She wouldn’t have to wait long. Ethan was mesmerized by the vision of a gorgeous, green-eyed blonde with a killer body taking his entire cock down her tight throat while watching her perfect ass get fucked hard. He couldn’t hold off another minute. He grabbed her head and pulled it deeper then grunted loudly as torrents of cum filled her and spilled past her tight lips as she gulped and choked.

  Andre simultaneously jammed his dick balls-deep into Eva’s ass and twisted her clit, “Cum like a fucking whore!” he yelled as he released his load deep in her ass. Eva’s body convulsed. She release the cock from her mouth but held it against her face and felt it throb as her orgasm relentlessly ripped through her, sending waves of pleasure from her toes to the crown of her head.

  She rolled off of Ethan and looked at Andre with pleading eyes. She lifted her hand over her pussy but dared not touch it without permission. “Please, Andre, please can I have another orgasm?” she begged as she shook like she was
possessed.

  Andre could see her body twitching as if electric shocked were running through it and was moved that she said ‘Andre’ instead of ‘Sir.’ It was a magnificent performance and he wanted to reward her, “You may have three more orgasms, but you must thank me for each one.”

  Eva barely managed to say ‘thank you’ before the palm of her hand was grinding on her clit and in less than a minute she pulled up her knees in another crushing orgasm followed by, “Thank you for the first one, Sir.” Her eyes were tightly closed and in her own world. She could not see the men slowly getting dressed while they watched her furiously masturbate in front of them. She was oblivious to everything in the world except the torrents of pleasure that were still screaming through every cell of her body.

  Andre was walking Ethan to the door when she screamed, “Oh, fuck me! Thank you for the second one, Sir.”

  The two men shared a chuckle. “I’m never gonna forget this night, I can guarantee you that,” said Ethan with a grin, as he was leaving.

  They were interrupted by, “Oh, God! Fuck! Thank you for the third one, Sir.”

  As Andre closed the door he said to Ethan, “Neither will she.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  I'll Do Anything He Says

  The next day Eva was filled with emotion and gratitude for her ordeal the night before. She had an overwhelming desire to thank Andre over and over. She found herself clinging to him. She longed for ways to show him how deeply she appreciated his help transforming her in such short time. She was bursting to do something extra for him and finally came out and asked.

  “Honey, I have such a powerful feeling of wanting to serve you today. Is there anything I can do for you?” she queried.

  Andre touched her cheek and ran his hand through her hair. “Tell me more about the feeling you have. Is it a feeling of submissiveness?”

  Eva thought for a moment. “Yes. That’s it, I think. I just want to show you my total willingness to serve you in some way. I don’t even care what it is, I don’t even care if it’s sexual. I just want to show you my devotion. Is that normal?”

  Andre smiled warmly, “Sure. Yesterday was a huge day for you. For both of us, really. And you want to immerse yourself in those feelings. Today you probably need some deep submission so the transition continues. You want another taste, don’t you.”

  Eva always felt so much better when they talked like this. Andre seemed to know what she needed and what to do about it, even when she couldn’t put it into words.

  “I’ll be taking you somewhere today to have something done that you will never forget. Before we do that I have some phone calls to make. While I’m on the phone you will service me with your cock-sucking mouth and be treated like a bitch. And I mean a bitch; a little dog. Are you prepared for that? Are you willing to serve me like an obedient little lap dog, Eva?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’d love that. Thank you, Sir,” she gushed eagerly.

  Andre told her to lay the sex toys on the bed and to take a shower. While she did he ordered room service and made preparations to get some work done. He set up his computer and phone on the balcony of the hotel room and took in the magnificent view of the beach and ocean from their twelfth-floor vantage point.

  By the time Eva was showered and ready their breakfast had been delivered and the tray was set up in their room. Andre was in a wonderful mood. Room service, a luxury resort, a sea view and a very hot wife who wanted to fulfill his every desire. What a day it would be.

  Eva emerged from the bathroom wearing her cotton robe. Andre informed her what he expected. “Remove your robe and bend over.” He selected the largest anal plug and coated it with lube. “You’ll wear this in your ass all day.” He immediately jammed the plug fully into her ass and listened to her squeal in surprise. “I want you to crawl at all times. And you can only pick things up with your cock-sucking mouth. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir,” replied Eva as she crouched to the floor and got on all fours. Andre removed his breakfast from the room service cart and inspected his plate of eggs, bacon, toast and jam with satisfaction. He removed the cover from Eva’s plate of scrambled eggs and tipped them into a bowl. He placed the bowl on the floor in front of Eva. She reached for it with her hand and Andre spanked her hard on the ass.

  “Eat it like the bitch you are. It’s your dog dish. Eat it like a dog.”

  Eva softly replied, “Yes, Sir,” only to receive another hard slap on her ass.

  “Dogs can’t speak. They just do what they are told,” he informed her. With that Eva lowered her face into the bowl and began to eat her breakfast. While she ate Andre sat on the balcony and dialed the phone. He spoke for a few minutes before noticing Eva was finished with her bowl. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Eva quickly crawled to him and began to suck his cock in silence.

  Andre wanted to prolong the session and his method involved pure humiliation for Eva. When he felt his orgasm getting close he would dangle her large practice dildo in front of her face then toss it into the hotel room and silently mouth the word ‘fetch.’

  Eva had no option but to quietly crawl into the room and search for the dildo then pick it up in her mouth and return it to her master. Sometimes Andre would throw it a second time and sometimes he would put her back to work sucking his dick. Either way, when his orgasm was close he would send her fetching again.

  If she brought it back quickly he would rub her hair and scratch behind her ears. Two hours of that brought Eva to a feeling of total humility and dependance on Andre for approval and affection. What surprised her was it put her in heaven. It was total bliss for her to feel the way she did. She couldn’t explain it or even understand it. She loved feeling like his treasured pet and it made her want to suck furiously on his cock to show her appreciation. It was her only outlet. She could not speak or touch him in any other way so every expression of love and gratitude had to come from her oral service. When his cock was not in her mouth she counted the seconds until she could return to it.

  When Andre finished his phone calls he ordered Eva back into the room.

  “I want to put some welts on your ass now. You haven’t done anything wrong and it isn’t punishment. I just want to see and feel some deep welts on your beautiful ass. Go and fetch the cane, Bitch.”

  Eva crawled to the cane and brought it back in her teeth. He made her stand up and bend over with her hands on the bed and her legs together, tightly clenching the anal plug still tormenting her anus. He delivered three menacingly hard strokes which Eva took in silence as she was forbidden to utter any words. She whimpered.

  With his free hand Andre stroked his cock between applications of the cane. He was deliberately getting himself on the very edge of orgasm. After each full-force stroke of the cane he would run his hand over Eva’s ass feeling the welt rise and the heat of her red, swollen flesh. Each time he brought himself closer to exploding.

  After more than a dozen welts crisscrossed her buttocks he told her to bend over and grasp her ankles. Her ass was thrust out fully as she bent in half and without warning Andre jammed his stiff cock balls-deep into her soaking wet cunt.

  “This is what it feels like to be nothing more than a cum receptacle,” he informed her and exploded inside her without so much as a single in and out stroke.

  Eva felt the painful fullness of double penetration but never had a chance to feel an orgasm or any pleasure of her own. She was only whipped and then used as a place for Andre to cum.

  “Lick it clean,” he ordered as he held his cock out for her. She fell to her knees and sucked her juices off his shaft and licked and swallowed his remaining cum.

  “Get dressed. Wear your red sun dress and leave the plug in your ass. You may walk and speak now,” he informed her.

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you so much, Sir,” was her very sincere reply.

  When Eva emerged from the bathroom she was wearing a pair of very tight designer jeans and a red blouse with a deeply scooped neckline that revealed th
e amount of cleavage she knew Andre like to see. Andre was not impressed.

  “What’s this?” he asked.

  “I know you said to wear the red dress but I haven’t worn this outfit yet in Mexico and I thought you might want me to,” she explained.

  Andre answered her calmly but firmly, “Eva, you were clearly told what to wear. You should never second-guess what I tell you to do. You could have asked about wearing something else, but you just disobeyed. That’s not submissive and it needs to be corrected. ”

  “Yes, Sir. But…” she began.

  “There is no ‘but,’ Eva. Come over here now,” he ordered.

  When Eva stepped close he grabbed her nipples in each hand and squeezed and twisted them. Eva yelped in pain. “Never do this again, do you understand?” he confirmed?

  “Yes, Sir. I won’t Sir. I’m sorry Sir,” she whimpered.

  Andre stepped back and looked her up and down. It was a great looking outfit and she looked amazing in it, but that was not the point. He knew another strapping was not what this required. Her trying to manipulate the situation by being disobedient was something new and he needed a new form of discipline to correct it. Even better, he needed something humiliating, especially since that was something she admitted craving.

  He looked her straight in the eye and calmly said, “Piss yourself.”

  “What?” she asked.

  “You heard me. Piss in your jeans right now. Do it!” he ordered.

  Shame and humiliation washed over Eva as she realized she could only do as she was ordered. She closed her eyes and concentrated to overcome every impulse to not wet herself. Finally she felt the let-down sensation and her piss flowed freely into her jeans. Andre watched with satisfaction as her pants grew dark with wetness that first covered her groin and then down both legs of her pants. Eva’s shoulders shook as she began to cry uncontrollably. It wasn’t for her shame of pissing herself, it was her shame of disappointing her beloved husband. She covered her face with her hands and cried without restraint.