Shane pulled up to his house, glad to be home after his long day. He’d been in one business after another, securing new clients. But thankfully, that was behind him now, and he could go about his day as he wished.
He looked out the car window as he turned the engine off, trying to see if any windows were open to show the inside of his house. They were all sealed up tight, without a gap to be seen. A sly from formed on his face. His instructions had been followed, at least to this point. Hopefully, the rest had been followed too.
If he was honest, Shane hadn’t been fully attentive at every meeting today. Sure, he’d known what was going on, and answered all his client’s questions properly, but that was second nature to him. Autopilot, almost. Boring. He had been slyly switching between Taking notes on his computer, and a different app – the one that he was much more excited for.
It was a secret messaging app. One that was entirely disconnected from his main messages,one that had to have a password or finger print to let you get in every time you tabbed out of it. It was private, it was secure, and best of all it was connected to only one single other person.
In between saying, “yes, that’s doable within our schedule” and “here’s how I would approach solving that for you” out loud to his clients, he had been sending messages in this app that included Instructions. He’d wait, and in a few moments, a little bubble popped up showing that someone was typing. His heart jumped a little each time. The reply would come:
“Yes, Master. Anything for you.”
Oh, the chill that ran down his spine when he would see something like that. Even now, as he stepped out the door and thought back on that, he smiled. He also had to readjust himself in his pants, because a protrusion had risen inside his slacks.
Satisfied that he wasn’t showing too much to walk to the front door, he grabbed his satchel and slung it over his shoulder. His button up shirt was secured around his neck by a tie, and tucked into his slacks. With his leather satchel, he looked like a professional you might find at any office. Not sloppy, but not overly dressed either. It was the way he carried himself that made all the difference. Chest out, shoulders strong – not that he had much choice, he was born with broad shoulders and a barrel chest. If he worked out more, he could probably even look intimidating.
Shane stepped up to the door, pulling his house key from his pocket. He hesitated for just a moment, anticipating what was on the other side of this door. Something he had dreamed of for a long time. And judging by the messages he had been receiving, it looked like that dream was about to come true.
His member, tucked into the waistband of his pants, was practically throbbing. He ignored it, cleared his throat, and put the key in the lock.
It clicked as the deadbolt opened.
He removed the key, placing it back in his pocket, then grabbed the doorknob and swung the door open.
Inside, the lights were dim. All windows closed. But in the light streaming in through the doorway, he could see her. The other end of his secret messages, real, in the flesh. She was on her knees, legs tucked to the side, looking up at him in the doorway.
A vision of perfection. Her smooth, alabaster skin and supplement curves were the kind that made the Greeks believe that goddesses walked amongst them. And now, more than ever, she was on display in a way that made him have to stop in awe.
She was dressed in a latex top, one that could barely contain her breasts. Her midriff was pulled in tight with a corset, which was pushing up her ample bosom over the top. Where the corset stopped, a ruffled, short latex skirt began. If it was longer, it would have cascaded over her legs, but since it was short, it barely covered her crotch. Her ass would rarely be almost half visible if she were to stand. From wheree he stood, Shane could see the light glinting off of latex panties that she wore underneath.
Latex ubber. Damn, though Shane. She really outdid herself.
She had been looking at the floor while he took her in. Slowly, she raised her head, looking up at him with her bright eyes. They practically sparkled as the light hit them. She had done her makeup, adding a subtle and sexy shade of red to her lips. Eyeliner made her already beautiful eyes stand out even more.
“Come in, Master.” she said, “You wouldn’t want anyone seeing your plaything on accident, would you?”
There was a sensitive quality in her voice that he hadn’t heard in a long time. The same type a lover whispers in your ear when they want to drive you wild, but with a begging quality that ensured it wouldn’t be mistaken for a command.
Shane stepped forward and closed the door behind him, never taking his eyes off of her. He smiled, almost giddy with what he saw before him. She was breathtaking.
She reached over to the coffee table beside her and hit a button, and the lights faded on. But they weren’t just regular lights, these were red, and only bright enough to make it where you could see where you were going.
The shiny ruffles in the latex now reflected these red bulbs along the ridges, almost as if there were red neon strips attached. She reached down to her skirt and flattened a few of the ruffles down, ones that had become unruly and stuck up more than she intended. With her other hand, she gently ran her fingers across the latex tap, holding eye contact with him.
“Is Master pleased with how his slave is dressed?” she asked.
“Mia, this is incred…” he started, but she cut him off.
“Not Mia, Master. You gave me other names, remember?” she said, then sliding in a wink after.
“Right, I know. I just wanted to see if you remembered.” he said. A terrible cover up, bordering on goofy, but it was all he could think of inthe moment. After all, he didn’t have his normal oxygen supply to his brain.
“Of course, Master.” she said. She saw right through the cover, but tried her best to keep from smoking and keeping a reverential tone.
Shane was impressed. She’d never been this committed to playing along before, and the dedication was truly exhilarating. He cleared his throat.
“And why do I call you by other names, kitten?” He asked, forcing a calm but commanding tone. It was a start.
“To remind me that I am not my own, and who I was before is gone, Master.” she replied.
“Good girl.” he said. He took a few steps forward and placed a hand under her chin, lifting it up so she looked at him standing over her. “You certainly look the part, but there’s something missing if you truly want to pledge yourself to me.”
“Is that so?” she asked, almost smirking.
“I think you know so.” he teased her right back. “But for what you’ve shown me so far, I think you deserve a kiss.”
He bent down on one knee, his fingers still under her chin, and gently pulled her forwards until their lips met. They kissed for several seconds, their lips gently pressed against one another, connecting physically and emotionally. He slowly pulled back, staring into her eyes.
Shane dropped the commanding tone, speaking almost hushed, “Are you sure you want to do this? It’s… I just want to make sure you’re okay with everything.”
Mia Shook her head. “Of course I’m okay with it. You said you wanted to do this, and I want to see you let loose. Now, stop being my husband,” she reset her face and tone, “and be my Master, please?”
Shane couldn’t help himself, he bit his bottom lip. Never before had he been so turned on, so incredibly attracted to the person in front of him. He had always been attracted to her, always loved her, since they had met. But now that she was fully engaged in this new world with him, something extra had blossomed within him. A new level of desire.
But he had to slow down. Take a moment, ease into things. This wasn’t just a night of fun, this was a change to their lives. A new paradigm. There would be time to ravish and experiment, but tonight… Tonight was just the beginning. And it deserved the ceremony and pacing of a monomental occasion.
Shane stood, and offered her a hand. She took it and stood. He motioned towards the bedroom.
“Let us began, then. Have a seat on the foot of the bed, kitten.”
She nodded, then walked into the bedroom, adding a little extra swish to her hips as she walked. He had been right, the skirt barely covered her backside, and her plump cheats were clearly visible. He loved that she was showing off.
She should show off, he thought, I wish she could see herself like I see her. What a beautiful woman to have as my wife. Well.. As more than that, now. As my submissive. My plaything.
If he could have gotten any harder, that thought would have done it. As it was, though, he felt he could smoke through solid bricks with what he was packing. The thing might just explode.
He followed her into the bedroom, where she was situating herself on the end of the bed. Her feet could barely touch the ground.
I love that about her, the face that she’s so small means I can throw her around easily, he thought.
Shane walked over to the far wall, where a collection of jewelry was hung from hooks. He scanned past the silver necklaces, the bracelets and rings, and found what he was looking for. A shiny black ribbon chase necklace, with diamond encrusted letters along the front that read, “plaything”
He lifted it off the hook and laid it across his palm, then turned back to her.
“This is a symbol of commitment, of trust, and of acknowledging your new place. You understand how serious that commitment is, yes?” He asked.
She nodded, and lifted up her left hand to flash her wedding rings. “I think Iget the idea.” She quipped.
He shook his head. “This is different. Some would say even more serious.”
She raised her eyesbrows. Maybe she thought he was going too far.
“For us, this…” He pointed to the collar, “is a part of that.” He gestured towards her rings. “It’s an extension, a new level of commitment that only the bravest get to experience. So, can you be brave?”
“I think so” she said. Her confidence from before had slipped a little. “I suppose we’ll have to see, won’t we?” She gathered her loose hair and pulled it above her head, exposing her neck. “Would you like to put it on me, Master?”
Shane turned and set it down on the dresser behind him, the small metal chain and clasp at the back clinking lightly against the wooden top. Faced away from her, he spoke. “Not yet, no. This has to be earned.”
“How can I earn it, Master?” she said. Surprise was in her voice. Good, he had wanted to catch her off guard. They had discussed all of the detailsof this before hand, of course, but he had not given her all the details on the order in which things would happen.
This moment of surprise was exhilarating for him. A sign that he was in charge, and she was willing to follow, even when she didn’t know what was coming next. That rush of power was unlike anything else.
He turned his head to look back over his shoulder. “By showing me you have what it take.”
“I’ll do anything to be yours, Master.” she said.
“That’s what I like to hear.” he said. He looked at the dresser in front of him, and saw the things that he had instructed her to lay out. His mind flashed back to earlier, when he had sent the message: “Lay out a flogger, a riding crop, the vibrator, two pairs of hand cuffs, a blindfold, and lube on the dresser. Make sure They’re displayed neatly in a row.”
“Yes, Master. Do you plan to use all of those on me?” the reply had read.
“Maybe, maybe not. But that’s for me to decideWhen I get there, isn’t it?” He had been pushing it with this, seeing what she would say.
“Of course, you can do whatever you want with me. I’m yours to play with.” she had said.
Now, he ran his hand down the long leather handle of the flogger, placed nearby on the left hand side. She had followed his instructions to the letter, laying the implements out in the order he had Commanded. He gripped the flogger and turned back to her.
“Turn around and get on all fours on the bed.” He was soft, but firm with his tone.
She turned, climbing onto the bed, her skirt lifting up higher as she was bent forward, her rubber cheeses exposed. Once in position, she turned and looked over her shoulder at him. “Like this?”
“Eyes forward.” He said. It came out sharper than he expected, almost a snap. She responded by quickly looking away from him, matching the urgency. He could tell that her breathing quickly slightly.
Shane reached out with the floggerand ran the leather frills down Mia’s back, slowly letting them trace down her spine, then cascading over her skirt.
“What is your purpose in our arrangement?” he asked.
“To give and receive pleasure, to serve my Master’s needs, and to submit always.” she said. Clearly she’d been practicing.
“How do you give pleasure?”
“By bringing my Master sexual gratification Through the unrestricted use of my body, and by seeking opportunities to provide him with relief.” She said.
“How do you serve your Master’s needs?”
She was ready for this as well, saying “By learning his routines, anticipating what will help him most and doing it, and by following his commands with haste.”
“And what do you do when you don’t want to submit, in a situation where you may experience some… disappoint, for instance?” He asked.
She paused for a second. He couldn’t see her face, but he imagined that she rolled her eyes. Nonetheless, her answer came soon after. “I am toput aside my desires, and submit to my Master’s will. If he chooses to derive pleasure from my pain, then my pain will become my pleasure for him.”
She almost sounded like she believed it. Almost.
“Very good,” he said, “now I know you know the words. But let’s see if you can live by them.”
He swung the flogger, but didn’t make contact. She flinched as the leather cut through the air, and he smiled. Was it wrong to toy with her this way? No, of course not. That was the fun part, the playing and keeping her guessing. He did it again, and saved the moment when she flinched the second time. Reaching out, he grabbed a hold of her left cheek, feeling the shiny latex under his fingertips and admiring how it hugged his submissive’s curves. He leaned in and kissed along the line where the underwear ended and her skin began, all the while running the flogger up and down her right calm.
“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” he asked.
“Mmm… I loveit.” She said.
“Playthings love to be touched, don’t they?”
“Mmhmm”
He stepped back and grabbed the vibrator from the dresser, flipping it on. The buzzing was audible.
“And does my plaything want to be touched with this, too?” He asked.
Rather than speaking, she pushed her butt towards him, shaking it side to side and arching her back. He brought the vibrator up to her, pressing it against the outline of her lips that the right rubber showed. She pushed against it, groaning slightly.
Shane raised the flogger with his free hand and slapped it against her rear. She jumped at the impact, but then wiggled playedfully.
He hit her again, more firmly this time as he found his confidence. Then again. And again.
“Mmm… Thank you Master.” She moaned.
He turned up the power on the vibrator, and she shivered. He flogged her again, noting how a small spot on her cheek was turning pink. He was enjoying this. The power to give pleasure and pain at the same time… He had craved this for so long. And now, the woman he loved was willing to let it become a reality. His head was swimming with possibilities, each idea more twisted than the one that preceded it.
Her cheese was turning red from the flogging now, and she turned as he hit her. He set the flogger on the bed and rubbed her cheek.
“Is that too much for you?” He asked.
“No, I can take it.” She said.
He pulled the vibrator away, setting it beside the flogger. “I bet you can. Turn over and lay on your back.”
She did as she was told. He grabbed her legs and pulled her roughly so that her rear sat just on the edge of the bed, and then he knelt down, kissing the inside of her thighs. “Keep your legs open.” He commanded. She spread them further, exposing herself more. Shane hooked a finger under the rubber panties and pulled them to side, revealing the glistening wet skin underneath. The vibrator had done its job, and she was dripping. Slowly, heran a finger over her clip, and she moaned at the touch. He smiled as he watched her react.
“Are you going to be a good slut for me?”
“Yes, Master.” She moaned.
“Do you deserve to be pleasured by me?”
“I deserve nothing, but I will relish whatever you choose.” She said.
“Right answer. Good girl.” He said, then put his face up against her labia and started exploring with his tongue. She wriggled in place as he ran his tongue across her clip, slowly and methodically activate every nerve he could. He heard her breath quicken, and held his pacing, then reached up and slowly inserted a finger into her.
“Oooooohhh…” She moaned.
He began to make a “come here” motion inside her, pressing his fingerprint against her g spot. She twisted involuntarily, and he grabbed her leg with his other hand, gripping her so she knew to keep still. He continued on like this until finally, she arched her back and gasped.
“I’m gonna cum, ohh..”
“Cum for me,slut” he said, then flicked his tongue across her clip again.
Her whole body tensed, and she groaned deeply as an orgasm overtook her. Shane slowed as he felt her tighten around his finger, relishing the moment. This orgasm seemed to go on longer than hers normally did, and he wondered in his mind, Is she really getting to this? It sure seems like it.
He stood up and looked down at her, a smirk on his face. He then leaned over her, placing his fists into the mattress on either side of her shoulders and hovering over her. Completely in charge. Over her in every sense of the phrase.
“What rule did you break?” He asked.
She started at him blankly for a moment, then realized what he means. “I.. I didn’t ask permission.”
“A good submissive always asks if they are allowed to cum. They don’t get to decide for themselves.”
She swallowed. “Yes, Master, I’m sorry.”
“You’re not yet. But you will be soon enough.” He turned and grabbed the two sets of hand cuffs, quickly grabbing her legs and bringing her ankles closer together. He slapped a cuff around each ankle, connecting her feet. He then flipped her over and pulled her arms behind her, shackling them.
“On your knees, in front of me.”
She awkwardly slide off the bed, struggling to maintain balance with her arms secured behind her. She maneuvered herself so she faced him, and when she looked up he slide the blindfold over her eyes.
“Open your mouth and look up.” He commanded. She did, and he began to pour lube into her open mouth. She sputtered at first, but replaced her composition. He poured until it seemed like an almost ridiculous amount, then flipped the lid closed on the bottle and set it on the dresser.
“You don’t swallow until you feel my cum hit your throat, do you understand?” He said.
Her mouth still open, she nodded. He reached down and undid the zipper on his pants, finally pulling out his cock.
“You’re going to suck my cock likethe greedy little slut you are with that wet fuck hole you call a mouth.”
She nodded again, and he grabbed her head and guided it to the head, where she lowered her chin and took it in her mouth. Lube dribbled from her mouth and onto her bust, coating flesh and latex in the shiny liquid.
Shane reached over and snatched up the riding crop, then undid his tie and tossed it aside.
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