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A Night of Submissionby kristydoll
Jason and I have been married for five years now. It has always been my husband’s desire to have a submissive wife. One to bow to his every wish in the sex department. He had been asking me to try this for the last couple of years. Sometimes I obliged him but I had never been fully cooperative to his requests. Last Friday, I fulfilled his wish. I was the submissive wife of his dreams. I called him at work and told him of what he could expect when he came home. For the rest of the day I could only imagine what would happen that night.
His instructions on the phone were very specific. I was to bathe, dress and wait in a kneeling position in our room until he got home. I was to wear my short white button up dress, a collar, a white pair of panties, stockings and my highest heels. My makeup was to be applied liberally and my long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. I definitely look like a slut, I thought as I checked myself out in the mirror.
I was ready and kneeling when Jason entered our bedroom. He didn’t speak to me. Without a single word, he placed a blindfold over my eyes and pulled me to a standing position. The sense of sight being removed unnerved me. Finally he spoke. He told me that this was a long time coming. This offer to fulfill his dream. He was delighted with my willingness to serve him but I had to promise to totally submit with no arguments or denials.
I agreed. I did want to please him by fulfilling his fantasy. I had failed in other attempts but was determined not to fail tonight. I knew I had to try harder to give up the control I am so used to. As hard and scary as it seemed, I wanted to do it. Not only because I loved him but I knew it would make him happy. It was in this belief that I accepted and honored his wishes with total submission, trust and love.
He was pleased with my answer and said it was time to begin. He led me to the bed and laid me over it face down. His strong warm hands pushed my dress up to my waist. Deft fingers hooked into the band of my panties and dragged them down to my knees. Even blindfolded I knew what was coming.
The dreaded spanking. I was not wrong. I prepared myself to take it. The force of his hand as it connected with my upturned ass made me jump. As fast as one swat landed, another was delivered to the other cheek. Although it became increasingly painful, I accepted with no protest. I relaxed slightly as he rubbed my tender bottom and was mildly embarrassed knowing it was red and marked with his handprints. I waited for him to lift me from the bed. Instead, I heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt and removing it from his pants.
Fear instantly paralyzed me. I wanted to cry out and tell him to stop. To not do it. But I knew I couldn’t. I had to keep my promise and accept with trust that he would not truly harm me. The first lash of the belt was delivered without warning. It took every ounce of strength I had not to cry out. I endured the strapping by gulping down my sobs. Tears streamed down my face with each lash. I was relieved when it was finally over. I was even a little proud I had withstood his assault on my ass.
I soon realized that this was not a moment for pride. I heard the snap of the camera and Jason say that it was a keepsake of my unwillingness in the past and the punishment that went with it. I was mortified. I was filled with shame knowing he would have a picture of my reddened and welted ass. I also knew better than to make any complaints.
As Jason moved behind me, I realized that he was not going to remove me from my position on the bed. Instead, I felt the pressure of the butt plug being inserted into the tight opening of my ass. I have always hated the invasion of my most private hole but was determined to submit to his every wish. His hands pulled my panties back into place, trapping the plug firmly. A couple more hard slaps on my backside reminded me just how tender my bottom still was.
Next I was unceremoniously pushed from the bed onto my knees. I felt his weight on the bed in front of me. I could feel the tingling inside my pussy as I listened to him tell me of my good behavior. I got even hotter as he told of my deserving of a small reward. My ears perked as he unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. My reward was then thrust deep into my mouth.
I was able to determine what he wanted by his grip on my ponytail. Now I understood the reasoning behind the request. Through his pulling I knew when he wanted me to suck on his balls or when he wanted me to open wide so he could thrust deep to the back of my throat. My actions were not my own. He controlled every bob and movement of my head. No amounts of moans, gagging or tears deterred his use of my mouth for his own pleasures.
As I succumbed to the loss of control, my body began to accept and crave his invasion. When he was ready to come, he ordered me to open my mouth wide and stick out my tongue. I did so willingly. I moaned deeply as his creamy seed spurted out over my face and tongue. His cock proceeded to rub his offering over my face before he placed it back into my mouth to be cleaned. I knew as I sucked him tenderly that I would not be receiving the same treatment. I was sure my face would stay covered in cum. I was not wrong.
The leash was then attached to my collar and I was led crawling into the living room. Though still blindfolded I knew we were at the chair by the front window. My only thoughts were that he’d had the decency to close the curtains beforehand. As the leash was yanked hard, I hurried to stand.
“Remove your dress and hand it to me.”
I remember how my hands shook as I unbuttoned my dress. It could have been because of his directness. Maybe it was the thought of the open window. Whatever it was, I had never been more aware of my own body than I was at that moment. With the dress now discarded, I was left only in the white panties and stockings. Although he had seen my breasts a thousand times before, my instinct was to cover them. It was a fight to keep my hands at my side.
For the first time, I could see them the way he would. Their full plumpness displayed proudly before him. The light pinkness of my nipples as they stood erect, longing for his touch. Without any thought, I pulled my shoulders back and thrust my chest out towards him.
Instead of receiving the attention I desired, I was turned and the ball gag was inserted deep into my mouth. Even though I had been behaving, Jason said it was so I wouldn’t screw up the night by talking now. I was made to bend over while he played with the wetness of my clean-shaven pussy. I did want to talk. I wanted to resist as the butt plug was pushed deeper inside my tight hole.
It was an inner fight to remain still and stick to my promise. As difficult as it was, I could feel my own desires building within me. I was losing the fight of control. My body was reveling in this sense of abandon. The evidence of my dripping wet sex plainly evident to his touch.
Standing me upright again, I was surprised to sense that he had stepped back from my needy body. I needed him and had no idea where he had gone. The click of the camera again. I was totally humiliated with the image he had just captured. I wanted to yell at him, but with the gag firmly in place, I was in no position to do so. I realized that every time I saw that picture, I would be forced to remember the desire it had invoked in me.
Jason pulled hard on the leash. Floating in misery, I allowed myself to be pulled to the front of his chair. Slowly he slid my panties down my legs, exposing my swollen pink lips. Gripped firmly by my hips, his cock found its way into my slick pussy as I was made to sit on his lap. To this point, I had been grateful to have stayed off my still tender ass. His hands reached down to play with the plug while he impaled me further onto him.
His mouth found my outstretched nipples and he bit slightly on each one. My fight was gone. I craved every touch and sensation. My desires were climbing to their peak. Before I could come though, I was directed to stand again before him and turn around. My groans were clearly heard through my gag. He chuckled softly as I obeyed his command.
The butt plug was freed from my back tunnel leaving me with a sense of emptiness. It would not last long. His grip still firm on my hips, Jason pulled me back to his lap. His thick cock slid deliciously into my primed ass. His hands squeezed my nipples hard as I bounced on his rigid pole. His thickness and the force of our fucking put me over the edge. I screamed my delirious delight into the gag as waves of orgasm overtook me.
As I rested against him afterwards, the ball gag was released from my mouth. With no time to adjust from its new found freedom, I was pulled from his engorged member by a firm grip of my hair and dumped to the floor. My mouth was instantly filled again. His cock found my very depths as it shot its second load of the night down my throat.
After I had cleaned him once more, my blindfold was removed and I was lovingly taken into his strong arms. He whispered in my ear of his pride and of how happy I had made him. When he said he was looking forward to many more nights like this, I surprised myself by nodding in earnest.
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