Is That All You Got?
I heard his keys in the lock of the door. I stretched and yawned. I had really needed this nap and was now looking forward to a relaxing evening with him. His heavy footsteps were in the hallway now. I adjusted my bra and tried to look as sexy as possible. I wouldn’t mind some play, and he often wanted to let off some steam after an exhausting day at work.
“Hey handsome!”, I said when I saw his face in the door frame.
“Hello there! Why don’t I smell food? It was your task for the day, to cook us dinner!”, he replied while squinting his eyes at me,
Oh crap, I had forgotten! But my nap was important too! “Uhm, I fell asleep. My body has needs too. I was tired. Let met get up and get something started. I can have something ready in half an hour!”. I hastily sat up and was about to get up, when I felt his hand on my shoulder, pushing me down. Stuck sitting on the bed, I looked up at him.
“You are supposed to do the tasks I give you. That was the agreement, no?”
I nodded. “Yes, but ..”
“No but. You are trying to wiggle your way out of it again. I feel disrespected. Is this you being bratty again?”
“No! I fell asleep! I can’t control the needs of my body!”
“Oh, you can’t? Well, I can, bitch!” He let go of my shoulder. “Get up and get naked!”
“You are questioning me?”
“Yes, I am! Can’t we have food first before we fuck? I thought you were hungry!”
“I decide when we fuck, or when we eat.”
“But! You just said ..”
“Can you shut up already?”
“No! You make no sense! I mean, we can fuck if you want to. But don’t tell me how upset you are about that there is no dinner when you aren’t even hungry!”
“Are you telling me what to do?”
“Yes!”, I said, realizing a second later that I might have taken it a step too far.
“Take. Your. Clothes. Off. Brat.”
I shrugged, stood up and took my clothes off. I sat down again, ready to lie on my back and spread my legs. I was up for a fuck, so whatever, I thought.
“No, silly girl, Stand up.” I got up. “Now walk to the corner, face the wall and wait there until I tell you that you are allowed to move.”
“What the fuck? No! I am not a kid, man! I don’t stand in corners to learn my lesson. Really, what the fuck?”, I replied.
“Is no the safeword, silly?”
“It is not. I don’t need a fucking safeword for standing in the corner! This is just stupid. I will go and make dinner now.”
He suddenly grabbed my hair and pulled really hard. My head got jerked back and my knees almost gave in as the pain on my scalp got overwhelming. I tried to wiggle my way out of it but that only made it hurt more. I grunted. I could feel a tingle in my cunt.
“Shut up, bitch. You are supposed to do as you are told.” He pulled me to the corner of our bedroom by my hair. I stumbled behind him. He pushed me to face the wall. “You stay there now until I tell you it is okay to move.”
“Make me!”, I yelled at him as I turned around. I looked at him. He opened the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out the gagball. “Open your mouth, bitch!” I kept my lips pressed together. He took a step towards me and and pinched my nostrils together with two fingers. ” I said: open your mouth!”
I was running out of air so I reluctantly did as he told me to. He pushed the ball into my mouth and closed the buckle at the back of my head. Instinctively, I moved my hands towards my face to undo what he had done. But he was faster than me. He held onto my wrists with one hand, while removing his tie with the other. He pulled first one hand, than the other, behind my back and tied them together with his silk tie. Gagged and tied up, I was standing in front of him. He turned me around to face the wall. “Now, if you move, I will have to tie your ankles together too. So don’t move until I tell you to!”.
I first looked at the white wall but my eyes wandered down to my feet. I felt angry, amused, aroused and ashamed. I heard him sit down on the bed. I started to wonder what he was doing. Was he scrolling on his phone? Was he reading? Was he looking at me? Was he touching himself? I felt the strong urge to turn around and find out. The longer I stood there, in my corner, the more intense my feelings became. I felt aroused because he had this kind of power over me. Because he could make me submit.
Minutes passed. I was uncomfortable now. I wanted to move, to at least change the weight on my feet a little. My arms hurt from being pulled to the back. My jaw felt spread open and I could feel almost every muscle in my face. I grunted.
“What was that? Tired already, girl?”, I heard him say. I shook my head. I was stubborn, he wouldn’t see any weakness in me. I can pretend to be a good submissive! I started to enjoy the punishment, the torture. I smiled to myself. I loved how he could push me this far. I was lucky to have him as my Master.
“Okay!”, he said. I turned around. “I didn’t tell you it was okay to turn around yet. Will you ever learn to obey, silly girl?”. He walked over to me and removed the gagball. I moved my jaw and enjoyed the relief. “You want to be punished more, don’t you?”. I smiled at him and stuck my tongue out. He put his left hand around my throat and pushed me against the wall. My hands were still tied behind my back and I couldn’t move. He formed a fist with his right hand. I froze. I starred at the fist. This was going to hurt.
He punched me hard on my left boob. I gasped for air. He removed his left hand from my throat and started punching my right boob. Left, right, left, right. I yelped. The impact and pain were intense. I felt tears filling my eyes. I felt dizzy. And happy. The pain had made me want to be his. I wanted to be his. I wanted him to hurt me, to use me, to force me to do things. My mind started to float, I couldn’t focus much anymore. And then he stopped.
I stood up straight again and I took a deep breath. “Is that all you got, Master?”, I said cheekily. I could see the sadistic dominant sparkle in his eyes. He smiled. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me over to the bed. My shoulders were pushed down, and I was sitting in front of him now. He removed his pants, grabbed both my ears and shoved his half-hard cock inside my mouth. “Now this will shut you up, you disobedient disrespectful bitch!”. My own arousal became overbearing when I felt him grow harder inside my mouth. He pushed in and out, pounding my bratty mouth. The tip of his cock was deep inside my throat and my gag reflex kicked in. He gave me a few seconds to breathe, his cock dripping with my saliva, right in front of my face, his fingers still having a hard grip on my ears. And back in he went. Dizziness and arousal took over and I became his toy. I enjoyed being his to use. I lost my will to fight, all I wanted now was to please him.
He pushed me on my back, my wrists still tied together. He pulled me legs up against his chest. He was leaning over me, his right hand a firm grip around my throat, sometimes allowing me to breathe, sometimes taking my breath away. His other hand held on to my left leg, pulling it up as high as he could, as he pushed his hard manhood into my slick slit. All I wanted was to be his. He pounded me hard and his facial expression showed me that he was close to relief. “I will count you down and you will come together with me, is that clear?”
“Yes, Master!”, I moaned.
“One. Come with me, girl, come!”
We twitched and spasmed together, his juices were blending with the floods of wetness that escaped from my body. I screamed of relief and happiness. Still holding on to my leg, his cock still inside me, he looked at me. “Thank you, Master!”, I said blissfully. He grinned. “Good girl!”.
He pulled himself out of me and I could feel the wetness and juices following his lead. He rolled me over on my stomach and untied my wrists. I felt a hard smack on my butt. “Now go clean yourself up and make us some food!”. I got up and obediently walked to the bathroom, smiling to myself.