Dominique Ch. 01-06

At some point i think Someone said gigi was paying too much attention to me because Miles came up behind her and pulled her back from me. Then He began fucking her. she still had her hands on my thighs and was looking up at me from between my legs.

i looked up at Andrew and He looked at Dean and nodded His head. They untied me and roughly turned me over and poured more gravy on me. i figured yummy it's the second course. But then Miles called out "simone!" and a beautiful black woman appeared from the corner of the room. i hadn't even noticed her there.

she approached me slowly and of course as she got closer it was harder to look in her eyes. she pulled my head up by the hair and slapped my face. i screamed and looked at Andrew standing there watching. i guess everyone was watching because it was very quiet. And i could feel the heat of my skin. And the muscles tightening in my gut and pussy. And i felt totally humiliated as she slapped my face again then pulled my mouth to her pussy.

"Eat my cunt," she said matter-of-factly.

i hesitated and she slapped my face again! my neck was stretched back and i was trembling as i reached out with my tongue and she screamed at me "Eat my cunt you prissy little bitch!"

i pushed my tongue under her. i pressed my nose into her wetness and slid my tongue from her opening right up to her clit. she mewed and shivered as my tongue swirled around her little hardness and i flicked across it. i could feel my own cum building. simone was slapping my face much more softly now and telling me to bite her here and there. To push my tongue right up inside her or to suck her clit... Miles asked simone how i was doing and she replied, "Better Sir... mmm... much better..."

What a way to eat my first pussy. i was so desperately hot. Then i felt a big vibrator being pushed into my pussy. i started to writhe around in the ropes and then my ass was being spanked!

This tall black submissive woman was mashing my mouth into her pussy and humping my face while looking down at me, tears were coursing down my cheeks from the pain or the joy i don't know which. i had a huge vibrator buzzing in my stretched cunt and four hands were spanking my ass. Then i felt a well-lubed cock being pushed into my ass and gigi's voice saying "jeez that looks SO good." i turned my head each way a little and saw Andrew and Dean each spanking my ass and laughing. That meant Miles was fucking my ass. my toes started to curl as i tried to hold back my cum. i felt strange as my cum welled up in the back of my pussy and spread with numbing tingles through my loins. For some reason i didn't feel like i deserved to cum. But my body didn't care! i heard Andrew say "watch My gorgeous slut cum Fellas!" And gosh did i ever!

i lay there totally exhausted. Weeping in humiliation and joy and defeat. Andrew untied me and took me in His arms and to the shower. He washed me all over. The whole time i was trying to hold back more tears. i was asking Him to please forgive me for being angry and upset and jealous about gigi and that He could have anyone He wanted and i wouldn't mind - to please forgive me for my foolish pride and my arrogant need to be the centre of attention - to please forgive me for taking Him for granted and that i never ever would ever again... Then i begged Him to please touch me... to please tell me He wanted to keep me...

With that He took me in His arms and told me how good i was for enduring this lesson and that everything would be alright. He led me to the bedroom and put me to bed. He kissed me. His hands were all over my skin. It felt sooo good. i didn't want Him to stop. But He did. He left me there in bed by myself. i fell asleep before He came back. He slept with me that night.

On Sunday morning i awoke to muffled screams. Andrew sat up in bed and said, "Come on, W/we're missing it!".

It was still early, the sun was just coming up. i quietly got up and pulled my robe around me, tip-toeing behind Andrew. i could hear heavy breathing and muffled moans. People muttering, talking. i couldn't make out what was being said as i stood beside Andrew just inside Dean and gigi's doorway. The room was lit by candle light. There were four figures on the bed. There was enough light to see what was happening. gigi lay on her back with Dean on one side and simone on the other. They were holding her legs apart at the knees... holding her knees up and wide apart.

Miles was between her legs pushing His huge hand into her pussy. Not just His fingers, His whole hand! gigi was in such a state. Tears were flowing down her cheeks. Dean and simone were each sucking and biting her breasts rather harshly from what i could see. i was actually fixing to go in and stop T/them when gigi let out such a moan.

she started begging T/them not to stop. Miles began pumping His whole hand in and out of gigi. she appeared to be on the edge of agony and ecstasy. The look on her face was....primal. Right then Dean looked straight at me. And i just froze. But He smiled and went back to sucking and biting gigi's body.

Part of me couldn't look away. i had never seen or heard of what i was seeing. Miles' hands were huge, how could He have possibly gotten one into gigi? i soon realized my own breathing was becoming ragged and i was wet. Again.

But i wasn't invited in so i just kept on watching. i was so horny it was unbearable. i tried to look away but Andrew took a fist of my hair and made me watch. i closed my eyes but i couldn't get the image of gigi with Miles' fist in her pussy out of my head. i started rubbing my pussy watching them. i was glad Andrew didn't stop me. i was getting hotter and hotter all over again. Keeping hold of my hair and making me watch, Andrew bent me over and started giving me medium hard spanks on my ass. He told me to pull up the back of my robe and i did. i was spanked over and over for ten minutes until gigi came screaming.

Then Andrew hugged me and led me back to O/our bedroom. He made gentle and passionate love to me through two mighty orgasms. i couldn't believe how hot it made me, makes me, watching and being watched, being spanked, god, everything!. Being told what to do, even being deprived makes me hot. i thought about all these things as i lay awake with Andrew sleeping soundly beside me.

And then it dawned on me... i shouldn't expect to be fucked or even touched unless it was what HE wanted. That's all! It's Him... *He* is what matters to me... i'm just along for the ride... god what a ride!

So i finally fell asleep again realizing that i wasn't the centre of attention and i couldn't and shouldn't be jealous if Andrew wanted to please Himself with someone else, because i knew He loved me. He would never have put me through all this if He didn't love me.

When i woke up it was mid-morning, and simone was there next to me, staring down at me from a propped up elbow. she smiled and kissed me on the mouth and pulled me to her. i could feel her warm soft breasts and erect nipples pressing into my skin. When she let me go i noticed Andrew leaning on the door frame naked and staring at us, smiling. His cock was hard and erect too. simone got out of bed and literally dragged me with her.

i wanted to tell Andrew what i had figured out but simone just pushed me to my knees and i stared up at my Man lovingly as she pushed my head onto His cock. i realised it didn't matter what i had figured out. What mattered was my Master's throbbing cock was going down my throat and i wanted it to! i wanted to hear him moan in delight. i heard simone say "i thought You said she couldn't take it all..."

my Master replied, "she can take a lot more than I thought she could..."

And my heart soared. i could still please Him. i wanted to shout that i could take anything He would give me. i'd take it willingly! i'd take it and i'd relish it, every moment, every word, every touch. Every chance i had. Everything around me faded away. All that existed was the look of pleasure on my Master's face. i wanted it to be there always when He looked at me. No matter what He was doing. No matter who with. No matter what He asked of me. If i could have that look, whenever He looked at me, i vowed to myself i would be satisfied. And i did feel satisfied. No... *more* than just that... i felt wonderful!

i felt more His than i ever had. Yes, O/our lives together had taken an amazing turn. And i did wonder what could possibly happen to me next. But i wasn't afraid. i was happy. Truly happy. Not overwhelmed. At peace. And He knew it. He stroked my hair and groaned out His love for me and emptied Himself into my adoring mouth. He drew me to my feet and into His arms. i buried my face in His neck and He picked me up and took me back to O/our bed. i felt like i was high on something.

The rest of the morning flew by. W/we all ate together. W/we all talked and laughed and i can't even remember what about.

Chapter 06

It was a typical Sunday morning. my Master had taken a trip to the local bakery for some Danish pastries to have with O/our coffee. i had a few minutes to myself and was lying in bed thinking...

i was thinking about 'marks'; about the significance of being 'marked', and about how it affects me when i see and feel them on myself. And i don't mean being beaten black and blue with bruises... i mean just a few, here and there, strategically placed. Sometimes i can feel them through my clothes. It actually affects me, being able to feel them without touching them, knowing they are there with me. Being marked somehow helps me feel owned, and serves as a reminder of my submission to Andrew.

Andrew has asked me, "Do you consider yourself My slave or My submissive, pet?"

i have always answered, "Your submissive Sir," without really thinking.

i wonder if i am a slave? Does the slave, or the submissive, enjoy feeling the marks of her Master, long after the act, or can both enjoy the result of a vigorous play session? Does the difference between the two come down to a matter of consensuality? Is a submissive more agreeable than a slave? Andrew told me that a slave was one who puts his or her entire being at their Master's or Mistress' disposal, without limit, and nothing less would satisfy him or her. He also told me that a submissive was one who, by a choice that may be revoked, relinquishes a limited amount of power over themselves; and with this, he or she is satisfied.

i wondered about that for a while... then i wondered why Andrew wanted me to think about it.... did i not satisfy Him? Is there more of myself i can give Him? Is that what He wants? And... what exactly is it that satisfies me?

All these thoughts wandered through my mind as my fingers wandered over my skin. i felt the welts and wondered if i had bruised very much. i was a bit sore, but not too bad. More just uncomfortable, and a bit bumpy. Andrew had cropped me very hard last night. Particularly on my ass and the upper part of the back of my thighs. i hadn't been naughty. He was doing it because sometimes He likes to. i like it too...

i looked across at my full length mirror. i decided to take a look. i slid out of bed, winced, and walked over to the mirror. i turned around and looked over my shoulder and put my hands on my hips. i grimaced a little at what i saw. i do bruise fairly easily. my ass and the back of my thighs were dotted with blotches of slightly raised red marks. Here and there were thin short lines of darker bruising. i thought they might take a day or so to go away. i ran my cupped hands tentatively over my ass and visions of last night came flooding back...

i was kneeling on O/our bed with my head down and my ass up. Andrew wanted my forehead resting on the bed. my knees were spread very widely and my wrists were cuffed behind my back. i was naked except for my collar. He told me he wanted me prepared before He fucked me. Just like that.

"I want your ass nice and red before I fuck you pet. Curve your back like that... yes... Lovely."

i think He also said something about it pleasing Him to do it. When He started with His crop it was so gentle. He really took His time and found His rhythm. It just made me squirm. i couldn't help it. i moaned and groaned. i blush just thinking about some of the words i used.

mmm... Being struck. Not violently of course, but when it's done in a manner that is designed for pleasure, it excites me. It's sooo... what are the words... it's almost humiliation but it's not that. It's an incredibly gentle and erotic humiliation. To be on the end of what is essentially a stick. Being beaten like an animal. And yet so sensuously... the feelings just build and build. And it reinforces my submission. When my Man is standing over me... mmmmm... And when pain is worked up to, it's so very different to just being belted...

Andrew wanted me to tell Him faster or harder.

"I want you to keep Me informed pet, to tell Me what you are feeling and to ask Me if you want more or less."

"Yes Sir..." i breathed and shuddered with pleasure. Just being bent over like that, on my knees with my wrists cuffed behind me, was enough to give me the pleasure shakes. Trying to tell my Master what was happening to me always made it more intense.

"Tell Me if its good, or just right pet, by your words and your actions. Push your ass back if you want more. Tell Me if it's a bit too hard and certainly tell Me if it's too much." He always says this.

"mmm... Yes Sir..." i got comfortable and tried to relax.

"Good girl." He started smoothing the end of the crop over my skin. He was just touching me and gliding slowly. The folded tip of the leather was just a little cooler than my skin. The sense of foreboding combined with the sensory was delicious.

"How does that feel pet?"

"mmm nice Sir.."

Pop.

"mmm... " i squirmed and clenched inside. i automatically pressed back against the crop as it smoothed over the light pink welt it had left. i didn't even think about it. i didn't have to wait long for the next one either...

Pop.

"I am going to colour in your ass pet. First a nice light shade of pink and then slowly more and more red. Do you understand?"

Pop.

"mmm... Yessss..." i said as i pressed back against the tip of the soothing crop.

Pop.

"You like this don't you pet?" Andrew asked.

"mmm Your pet does Sir. It makes her forget everything. More please Sir, please..." i pressed back.

Pop.

"her nipples are so hard they hurt Sir..."

"Good girl."

Pop.

"her pussy is already so wet Sir, she is so hot inside she can feel it."

"Use stronger language tonight dominique."

"her cunt is so wet Sir," Pop! "ohhh... mmmm" i pressed back again.

Andrew reached between my legs and lightly stroked the smooth moist skin of my pussy... barely touching me.

i rolled my hips against His fingers. i wanted more but He withdrew them.

i pressed back against the tip of the crop when He smoothed it over my ass. i was trying to stimulate my clit. Andrew noticed of course.

Pop.

"Keep a little more still pet."

Pop.

"ohhh... sorry Sir... yes Sir," i breathed.

Pop. Pop.

"mmmm... that's just right Sir..." i closed my eyes and swooned.

Pop. Pop.

Pop!

"Ooohhh...."

Pop! Pop! i clenched my teeth and felt the sharper pain dissipate.

"my cunt is.."

Pop! Pop! Pop!

"Oohhhh... Your slut's cunt is .." Pop! "Ooohh.. verrry wet Sir..."

"I'll have to check again pet."

I saw Andrew put the crop down next to me on the bed. His warm hands spread my ass cheeks and i felt Him press His lips to my mottled skin in a kiss. Then He ran His fingers firmly up and down my opening, parting my lips and spreading out the juices. He pressed His fingers against me. He touched the source of my wetness and pushed inside me. I shuddered as His fingers slid into me and back out again. He firmly forced two fingers back inside, all the way. i gripped them tightly and gasped.

"Oooohhhh...."

"Slut..." He whispered.

"Y..y.. yes Sir..." i felt like i was hurtling toward my orgasm. He withdrew His fingers and i pulled back from the edge.

His fingers ran over my asshole, wetting me there too. i pressed back against them.

"Almost ready pet."

"mmmmm..." i couldn't help it.

"you enjoy being touched here, don't you dominique..." He caressed my now lubricated anus.

"Yes Sir," i squeaked and shuddered a little more.

He swirled His fingers over my asshole, increasing the pressure.

"you like things in your ass quite a lot don't you My little slut..."

"Mmmmm... Yes Sir," i breathed. His two fingers pressed my hole open and pushed just inside. They came out just as quickly and i pressed my ass back instinctively.

"I think you need your plug... don't you dominique?"

"Yes Sir," i was getting so frantically horny, "your slut needs her asshole plugged while you fuck her Sir!"

Andrew was already moving to His bedside table when He mumbled, "Just as I thought..."

He moved the couple of paces back and put my plug down on the bed. The whole time His free hand was caressing my ass in big circles. He picked up the crop and slid it under me near my face and told me to hold it between my teeth. i did. Then He picked up the plug again. For a short moment i braced myself before feeling the plug steadily being pressed deep into my pussy.

"Mmmmm... ooohhhhh Sir..." Half in surprise!

i shuddered some more and pressed back again as that plug slid in and stretched my pussy inside. Delicious...

"Oohhhhh..." i moaned and arched, lifting my head from the bed and tossing my hair down my back. my eyes rolled in my head and my thighs tensed.

Andrew grabbed a handful of my hair and He took up the slack in His fist. He slid the plug almost out. Then in again slowly.

"I see you won't keep your head down dominique.... you will stay that way then."

Each forward movement of my head was stopped with a pull of my hair. i licked my lips. He slid the plug back and forth again and again. i was starting to tremble. i was going to cum!!! i couldn't cum without telling Him. i had to tell Him!

"Ooohhh please Sir.... please!" Andrew stopped the movement of the plug.

"What is it My precious little whore..."

"This girl is... is... very close Sir!" i curled my toes trying to stop it.

"W/we can't have that..." He slid the plug very slowly out of me.

i groaned in frustration.

"Oooohhhh...."

His hands were on my ass spreading my cheeks again. i could definitely feel the juices running down the inside of one thigh. Somehow i noticed it was slightly cooler as it dried on my skin. A counterpoint to the hot redness of my as, the juicy heat of my pussy and the tangled throbbing nerve endings of my clit. He took the plug and wiped it up and down my dripping cunt, twisting and coating it. i gritted my teeth. Partly for the entry, partly to calm my rising passion. i knew what was to come. i had a better idea. i bit my lip.

"Here is something for My dirty ass-fucking slut...."

"Ooohhhhh...." i moaned as He pressed the plug against me. i bore down like He had taught me and i felt my ass opening, stretching and accepting. An intense rush of adrenaline and pain ran through me. i felt faint. my asshole stretched and stretched then gradually closed around the base of the plug. Andrew stroked my ass with His open palm. In moments the tight pain was replaced by an intense fullness.

"Good girl."

i wondered if my lip was bleeding. i imagined i could taste blood.

Pop! Pop! Andrew had retrieved His crop.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

"Oooohhh fuck... mmmmm....."

i pressed my ass back again. my skin was becoming hotter back there. Each strike of the crop was firm. He was on the second 'coat'. He was using the same pattern as the first coat. i recognised it and began to anticipate each kiss of the crop. Alternate cheeks. Larger and larger circles from the centre of each cheek. Closer and closer to my pussy and asshole as the circle wound around.