Celyse smiled softly from her position. It was super uncomfortable and exposing but it made him happy and that's what mattered.
“Now stand up.”
Celyse shakily stood up. She would have to work on the transitions for sure.
“One of the most common ways you can present yourself as submissive to a Master is by the way you stand. Now, I want you to stand straight with hands at your sides. Place your feet together or 3 inches apart. Relax your knees.... Good. This is the first position also known as the attention pose. I want your eyes on me at all times. Good girl. Now from here, I want you to clasp your hands behind your head and interlock the fingers of both hands and hold your hands just above the nape of your neck.”
He saw the brief flash of hesitation in her eyes and smirked. “Is there a problem?”
“No Sir.” She whispered as she raised her arms. She felt silly, embarrassed. Her breasts were popping out like some whore.
“Not so much, relax a little bit.... Better.” He looked at her and smiled before speaking again. “Now just kneel.”
Celyse kneeled quickly.
“How did it look? Did you have to use your hands on the floor to help you down? Did you pivot to the side? Did you look down to the floor? What else did you notice? Was it graceful? Was it smooth or clunky? Now what you need to do is find what you did wrong to make it more appealing and graceful...”
Celyse felt her cheeks heating up. She knew she wasn't graceful.
“For the rest of the night I want you to practice kneeling and standing, all of the positions we went over. Is that understood?”
“Yes Sir.”
***
And practice she did and he watched her from a distance. She was unaware of his presence the entire time. He could barely hold back his laughter when she fell or toppled over and a small curse would come from her mouth. He watched her for hours until she seemed to perfect it. He left quickly and went to her in the living room where he left her. He was carrying a small tray with a silver lid.
“Are you hungry Celyse?” He asked her softly.
“Oh yes Sir.” She quickly moved to his feet and knelt as he had instructed. Gracefully.
Damon smiled and patted her head gently. “Good girl.”
She could have purred on the spot. It felt so good that all of her hard work from practicing had finally paid off and he did approve. “Thank you Sir.” He walked over, sat on his chair, and noticed she didn't move from her kneeling position. She was a natural submissive, just needed some help admitting it, accepting it, embracing it. “Are you going to join me?”
“If it will please you Sir.”
“Come over here Celyse.” Damon said with a chuckle. He watched her rise gracefully as practiced and kneel right back down next to his chair. “Do you like Chinese?”
“I do Sir.” Her eyes sparkled.
“Orange chicken?”
“My favorite.”
Damon laughed. “Well try mine...” He lifted the silver lid off the tray to reveal a marvelous looking orange chicken with broccoli and fried rice. He took a bite-sized piece onto the fork and blew on it before holding it out to her.
She reached to take the fork but he shook his head. “Let me feed you Celyse. I desire to feed you... let me be in control...”
She felt another surge of dampness between her legs at the simple gesture and opened her mouth slightly. She felt like a young child, being fed by her father but then when their eyes locked... she saw his desire. She saw how much he enjoyed feeding her and she wouldn't deny him the happiness. It made her happy to see him happy. Wasn't that what the life of a submissive was supposed to be?
“You're going home tonight Celyse. There is a lot you need to think about. If you choose to come back tomorrow, we can continue. If not, then it was a fun day.” Damon smiled.
CHAPTER 3
That night Celyse drove home with specific orders not to touch herself even though it killed her not to, and she had to return again the next day for more training. She had a restless night thinking about everything that she had gone through, everything that had happened. When she arrived the next morning, he opened the door without a shirt again causing her breath to catch in her throat. She couldn't help her eyes drifting to the small blemish on his cheek. Was it her imagination or had it grown in a day?
Damon saw her staring and cleared his throat. “Are you going to come in?”
“If it would please you Sir.”
“Come inside.”
Celyse followed him inside. Once they went to the playroom, he spoke.
“Take off my pants and then suck my cock.”
Celyse shook her head. “We aren't married yet...I couldn't possibly do that now.”
Damon's jaw dropped. “What?”
Celyse burst out laughing. “I'm kidding!”
Damon growled. “You little minx, I should take you over my knee right now for that.”
He didn't miss the flush of her body, her neck, and cheeks turning red. “Do you want me to spank you Celyse?”
Celyse shook her head.
Damon grinned. “Come here Celyse. It is time for your spanking.”
She frowned and tried to stop the fear from building inside of her. “Why? I haven't done anything wrong... it was just a small tease...” She didn't know why he would choose to punish her... and yet the desire to be over his knee was overwhelming.
Damon walked over to her and stood behind her, his hand on her shoulder, speaking directly into her ear, in a harsh whisper. “I won't be doing this as a punishment. It’s better if there’s no particular reason, except to remind you of who and what you are. While you are being spanked, you have the full attention of the one beating you, and He has yours...” He felt her shivers and chuckled. “Come on Celyse. I know you want this. Stop delaying it and come over my knee.”
“Yes Sir.” Celyse replied with her head down as she walked slowly towards him. “Shall I strip for you, Sir?”
“Yes. I think that would please me.”
Celyse said nothing as she reached up and removed her blouse revealing a lacy black bra. She quickly shimmied out of her black pencil skirt exposing her matching black lace panties. She heard Damon's intake of breath and grinned.
“Careful.” Damon warned. He wanted a humble sub.
Celyse sighed softly as she draped herself over his knee. She took a deep breath as she saw his hand move and flinched instinctively but nothing happened. She heard him chuckling and then heard nothing as he ran his hand over her ass. “You do not have to count since you are not being punished. I will decide to stop when I want to. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir.” Her reply was breathless.
He removed her panties and continued to rub and massage her naked ass before slapping it gently with his palm causing her to let out a gasp of surprise. Before she had time to react, he hit her again, in a different spot and her body jerked trying to escape the pain.
“Be still!”
“It hurts!”
He held her waist down with his arm. “Still.” He commanded and began to hit her rapidly without giving her time to respond, right cheek, left cheek center, alternating so she could never anticipate which part of her skin would feel the sting.
Celyse couldn't help herself, she did count the slaps in her head, but she lost count after fifteen. Her ass was on fire, her pussy was soaking wet and yet she heard herself screaming and crying as the intensity of the slaps became harder and harder. Finally, he slipped his fingers inside her pussy while he smacked her ass with his other hand before slowly drawing them out. “Alright...” He picked her up and placed her on the bed, and quickly handcuffed her to the bedpost.
He liked her thighs. He liked so much about her, the tiny spot on the nape of her neck, her hair wrapped around his fist, the bite of her teeth in his neck, but he especially liked her thighs. Wrapped tight around either side of his head, her knees pressed against the pillow, his hands anchored her to him. His thumb swi
ped across her hipbone.
Damon could hear the creak of the bed's headboard as he swiped his tongue across her clit. A short gasp and he grinned. She's wet and messy and the scent of her is everywhere. He curled his tongue and she arched her hips away, the sensation too much as close as she was.
Celyse shouted through her orgasm and the handcuffs jingled as Damon's hands tightened around her thighs, holding her to him as he chased her through her orgasm. Her thighs would be dotted with blooms of purple, his fingerprints on what he liked most.
It was the most intense orgasm she had ever had and it was only her second day. She had no idea what else to expect with him.
“Come on...” Damon released the cuffs, picked her up as if she weighed nothing, and brought her over to the couch to soothe her and to provide the needed aftercare.
***
“Since you are untrained I will tell you this now. That was a freebie. Next time you want to come or feel yourself ready to orgasm, I want you to ask permission. I don't care if you need to beg me but you are not to come unless I give you permission. Do you understand?”
“Y-Yes Sir.”
“Good. Are you ready to suck my cock now?”
A shiver went through Celyse at his order but just as a good submissive did, she tugged off his grey sweatpants and could see his hard cock, ready and big as ever, even through his black silk boxers.
Damon smiled and was about to say something but then her fingers were at his waist and he hissed. “Celyse…”
She smiled and pulled off his boxers watching his cock spring to life under her gaze. “It’s so big. You told me to suck it didn't you? Don't make me wait Sir. I want your hard cock in my mouth...”
Damon smirked at her disobedience in his command of not talking... and yet she seemed to be a natural submissive and he loved it. He would punish her later for talking out of turn.
The next thing he knew, her lips were around his cock, and his hips jerked up on their own.
She moaned as she sucked the tip into her mouth, pulling back slightly to kiss the slit. She ran her tongue all the way down his length and back up, swirling it around the head before drawing it into her mouth.
Damon had his hands fisted by his sides trying to control himself. Suddenly he felt like a horny teenager who couldn’t last longer than two minutes in bed. How did she manage to do that to him? He was the one in control not her. “God Celyse…” he rasped out. He didn’t recognize his own voice. It was so needy and so… “Fuck!”
Celyse had taken his entire cock down her throat and she wasn’t gagging, she was just moving her head up and down, hard and fast, her right hand was massaging his balls and the other hand was at the base of his cock moving in tandem with her lips. “Celyse… I… Celyse…” he couldn’t speak. He hadn’t been this wound up in a long time but he refused to come in her mouth or on her. She had to earn that privilege. He pushed himself gently away from her and she moaned in disappointment.
“Were you going to come Sir?” She asked as she licked her fingers. “Why did you make me stop?” She pouted.
Damon let out an amused chuckle. Her punishment was going to be sweet. “I'm glad you enjoyed yourself little flower but you can't have my cum today. You have to earn it.”
Celyse frowned.
“I want to claim you Celyse. To have you as mine... but I'm going to go slow our first time. Do you understand?”
Celyse nodded.
“What was that?”
“Yes Sir. I understand.”
“Good Girl. Lie on your back. Hands above your head. Leave them there or I will bind them.”
Celyse obeyed instantly.
Damon pulled out a foil wrapper and tore it open as he spread the condom along his hard cock.
“Alright,” he whispered softly as he loomed over her, positioning himself at her entrance. He looked into her eyes and he gently pushed into her with his hard cock. He fit her like a glove; it felt so perfect. They both moaned together at the incredible feeling. He couldn't help it when he jerked forward filling her completely.
“Sir!” she moaned loudly as she clutched his back. “Oh god.”
Damon grinned. He loved a responsive submissive.
“More, Sir. Please!” She ran her hands up and down his arms as he pumped slowly into her but he grabbed her hands with his own and placed them above her head. “Keep them there.”
“Yes Sir.” She mumbled weakly.
It felt better than anything he could have ever imagined. He moved inside her slowly, sensually, driving her higher and higher. He wanted to make her come before he did. He wanted her to scream. He angled his thrust and suddenly he felt something spongy with the head of his cock and Celyse jerked beneath him.
“Oh! Right there!” She moaned as her eyes fluttered shut.
Damon smiled as he thrust over her G spot multiple times causing her to shudder. “That's it baby...” He felt her inner muscles clenching around his cock and he knew she was close. He reached between them, flicked her clit with his fingers, and then pinched it hard causing her to wail.
He could tell she was on edge so he looked into her eyes and in his most commanding, firm voice, he spoke. “Come for me, Celyse. Come hard.” He moved inside of her hard and fast until she finally lost all control.
Her world exploded and she trembled, her back arching, screaming silently as she came around his hard pumping cock, her pussy walls clenching so hard around his cock that there was no way to avoid it. He followed her seconds later. She slumped down on the bed and he supported himself on his arms as he took a few deep breaths and then he left her so he could dispose of the condom
***
Damon walked back to the bed and grinned at the helpless look on his sub’s face. Well, she wasn't entirely his yet. “Celyse.”
Her eyes snapped to his. “Yes Sir?”
“Are you aware you’ve broken a few of my rules?”
Celyse gasped as she remembered. She was supposed to wait in the submissive position he showed her. She nodded numbly feeling sick and went to her knees. She hated that she disobeyed him already. “I'm so sorry Sir.”
“I know... but you will be punished regardless.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Are you ready to play?”
She continued to look down. “Yes Sir.”
“We’ll begin with your punishment in the form of orgasm denial. Would you like that?”
Celyse felt herself flush red and her body tensed. “No Sir.”
“I’m glad, this is a punishment. Color?” Damon asked seeing the change in her body.
“Green Sir...”
“That will do, you will no longer speak unless I ask you a direct question.”
She slowly looked up at him.
“Rise Celyse and lie back on the bed.”
Celyse gulped loudly but then lay on the bed and watched as he removed some of his leather cuffs. He moved her hands above her head, and secured the soft leather and then attached them to the headboard. He then spread her legs apart and put her ankles into the cuffs attached to a spreader bar. “Color?” He asked her.
“Green Sir.” Her voice was breathless. She was excited but her thoughts became lost as she thought about orgasm denial. It sounded quite bad.
She was too preoccupied with her thoughts, but her focus returned sharply to him when he twisted her left nipple, causing her to jump. She cried out in surprise and pain.
“Sshh...” he whispered in her ear, keeping the tight pressure on her nipple. “Unless you want to use your safe word.” He released her hardened nipple, in one swift movement attaching a small clamp connected to a silver chain, and took hold of the other nipple as her body spasmed in pain and shock, as the teeth of the clamp bit at her tender nipple.
Within seconds, from the other end of the short chain, he attached a second clamp to her other nipple, and waited while her body writhed, struggled, and eventually calmed. He talked her through it while she relaxed into the new sensations of p
ain and exhaustion bringing her to finally realize the level of her helplessness.
“The magic wand Celyse...” He gathered the long cord, plugged it in, and then placed the giant white head on her clit, on low.
The low throaty noise she made started quietly, but within 30 seconds, Celyse began to screw up her face and moaned loudly. He passed the wand’s head up and down Celyse's pussy. He could see her juices flowing down to her asshole. He stuck a finger into her soaking pussy as he pressed the wand again and again against her clit.
He could see the telltale signs of Celyse's climax so he pulled away and she slumped down on the bed.
“Oh God!” Celyse moaned. “I was so close.”
“I know.” Damon smirked. “That's the point of this game Celyse. I'm going to bring you right to the brink but not let you come. Now you are NOT to speak again or you will be punished.”
Celyse shuddered.
Damon pressed the toy to her clit once more and pulled away just before she orgasmed. A long wail escaped her throat.
Damon chuckled. “I will keep going until I feel like you deserve to come. So don't bother asking me to stop.”
He held the giant vibrator against her clit one more time and brought her even closer than before causing her to cry out when he pulled away. “Please Sir may I speak? Please?”
Damon chuckled at her desperate tone.
“You may speak.”
“Please Sir!”
“Please what?”
“Please let me come!” She was desperate. Her body was soaked with sweat and desire. She was shaking beyond her own control and her eyes were glossy and unfocused. Damon knew she had suffered enough and it was time for her release. He pressed the toy against her clit again and watched her writhe. “Come Celyse.” As she did, he grabbed the chain on the nipple clamps and tugged hard. She bucked again and again, groaning loudly. Her voice burst through her scream, “Fff-fff-fuck.” She started to shake all over, her eyes rolling back. More bucking, more swearing, more shaking, she seemed to come for ages! Finally, she started to slow down. He removed the vibrating wand and switched it off to let her breathe.
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