Dianna's Awakening Ch. 06

"Thank you, Master," I replied to his command to enter.

I took two steps inside and stopped waiting for the sound of the deadbolt again; my hands trembled as I held them at my sides.

A single lamp dimly lit his living room on the opposite side of the room. I didn't move a muscle waiting for him to begin my submissive training.

He moved around me and stood a couple of feet from me, his eyes inspecting my face and the twin pools of green lust surrounded by dark eye make-up.

His hands moved forward and grasped the fabric of my coat, opening it enough so he could see my sexy lingerie, as his eyes moved down he said, "I approve,"

I wanted to smile but resisted knowing it very well might ruin the moment.

Jerry lifted my coat, slipped it off my shoulders, and let it slide down my arms; he grasped the coat with one hand, and the other pulled the belt from the loops at the sides. As he draped it around my neck, he said, "I'll use this in a moment."

"Turn around," he instructed.

I followed his command and turned to face the door. He moved closer to me, and I felt his hot breath on my neck as he placed one hand on my naked ass cheek. Goosebumps rose on my arms as his hand followed one thin strap down the back of my leg until his fingertips touched the lacy top hem of my silk stocking.

His domination was about to begin, and I shuddered in anticipation.

"No matter what happens, Dianna, don't move a single muscle until instructed," he said softly beside my ear.

I assumed that didn't include the muscles I use to speak, and I answered, "Yes, Master."

His hand slipped from my thigh, and a moment later, my eyes were covered with a dark smooth fabric. He tied it tightly behind and below my ponytail. I felt his finger slip under the belt of my raincoat, and it slowly slid up my body.

"Give me your right hand," He said.

I moved my hand behind, and he grasped my wrist tightly. I felt the fabric wrap around my wrist then tightened as Jerry secured one hand.

"The other," he demanded.

I moved my free hand behind; the fabric was used to bind both hands nearly together behind my back.

"Is that too tight," he asked.

"No, Master," I answered.

"Do you want it tighter?"

I paused for a moment then replied, "If it pleases you, Master."

He wrapped the end of the belt several times between my hands and pulled it taut.

I knew that until he saw fit, my hands would be bound in place.

His hand slowly slid up one arm again, causing me to shudder a little, but his grip tightened just above my elbow enough to cause me to wince.

"Come with me," he said as he pulled my arm from behind.

He said, "Do you remember the rules I've set forth as he led me across the room?"

"Yes, Master," I answered.

"Very good, let's begin," he said as my thighs touched a hard surface.

He was standing behind me, placing his hand in the middle of my back, pushing me forward, and bending me at the waist. My torso touched the surface of his dining room table, and Jerry lifted my arms, causing a twinge of pain in my shoulders.

I didn't respond to the pain.

I heard his zipper moving, and a moment later, he hooked one finger under the thin leather strap between my ass cheeks and pulled it aside.

He was going to fuck me, I'd only been in his place for perhaps ten minutes, and he was ready to slam his rock hard cock inside me. Foreplay is not a part of being his submissive, at least not in his mind.

I felt his cock head touch my labia, and with one powerful thrust, he impaled me his erect cock slamming into my cervix. My cunt was dry, and the friction of his deep penetration caused me to say, "Ow."

A moment later, I felt the stinging of a hard slap on my ass cheek, "Did I give you permission to speak, slave?" He exclaimed.

I didn't reply knowing that if I answered, I very well might feel that stinging sensation on my other cheek.

The sensation of having his big hard cock inside me caused my cunt to excrete much-needed lubricant, and when he withdrew, his cock slipped outside much easier than when it entered.

He began pounding me from behind, and each time his rock hard cock hit bottom, my body slid across the table more.

"Your fucking cunt is getting nice and wet," he remarked.

I let the moisture of my tight cunt and my movements back to meet his thrusts serve as my reply.

Jerry fucked me from behind for several minutes, and I began to worry about his incredible cock bringing me to climax, knowing that I would displease him if I allowed that to happen.

He seemed to sense that and withdrew. His hand reached for my arm again and pulled me to a standing position.

"Turn around," he commanded.

I turned to face him, and his hands instantly rose to my shoulders as he said, "On your knees cunt."

Now I'm not opposed to having a man call my pussy a cunt, but for him to use the term in that way was somewhat demeaning, a fact that I'd have to get used to if I were to become his perfect submissive hot-wife.

As my knees touched the carpet, he moved one hand to the back of my head and wrapped his fingers around my ponytail.

"I'm gonna fuck your mouth just like I fucked your tight cunt," he hoarsely said.

I thought a moment about replying, but instead just opened my mouth, extended my tongue, and waited for the inevitable.

His cock head touched my tongue, the foreskin covering his glans and corona. I felt the flesh begin to slide, and a moment later, his frenulum was resting on my moist flesh. I didn't detect his smegma taste, knowing that was removed as he pummeled me from behind.

"Suck it cunt!" He exclaimed.

Again I felt degraded, and I said, "Master, please don't call me a cunt."

I'd spoken without his permission, and his punishment was swift and severe, his hand cracked against my cheek, not as hard as he had slapped my ass earlier, but hard enough to sting and cause my head to move aside, so his cock head slipped off my tongue.

"I'll call you any fuckin' thing I want," he scolded me.

His grip on my hair tightened, and he held my head firmly as he rammed his hard cock inside my mouth. I gasped, filling my lungs, knowing that he would be embedding his cock in my throat, and I wasn't sure how long it would be until I could again breathe.

He thrust in, his cock head expanding the tight opening to my throat quicker than it had ever been stretched before, and in an instant, my throat engulfed his throbbing cock. His balls slapped against my chin, and my nose pressed into the curly patch of pubic hair above his cock.

"That's it slut," he remarked as he held my head tightly against his loins.

I wanted to suck him, pleasure his cock head and flaring corona with my tongue and lips, but with my hands bound behind me and his firm grip on my head, I could do little more than swallow to pleasure his cock with my throat muscles.

This whole submissive thing clearly had its drawbacks, I had promised to submit to his every sexual whim, and it seemed like he was testing my resolve.

My lungs began to burn, and I tried pressing my head back to signal him I needed to breathe, but Jerry's strong hand held me firmly, his throbbing, twitching cock continued to block my airways.

I became seriously concerned about losing consciousness, and I'm not sure if he counted the seconds since I last filled my lungs, but mercifully he finally withdrew. I gasped for air coughing and spitting saliva from my mouth. My heart pounded inside my chest as I tried to bring myself back to reality.

"Do you want it again?" he asked.

Between gasps, I replied, "Yes Master,"

His hand drew me forward, and once again, he was embedded in my throat.

"That's a good little cock sucker," he remarked as I caressed his cock head with my throat muscles.

He didn't keep his cock stuffed down my throat as long this time; I knew that like every other man on the planet, the sensation of having me pleasure his quivering cock with my tongue, lips, and soft wet mouth outweighed the feeling of being deep in my throat.

As he withdrew, he kept his cock head inside my mouth, and I instantly began sliding my tongue over every part of his rock hard cock. My lips caressed his throbbing shaft, and he began moving my head with his hand back and forth, stopping just short of the entrance to my throat.

I love watching a man as I pleasure him orally, but with my sense of vision blocked by his blindfold, I was forced to concentrate on his rock hard cock with my other senses. It seemed to throb more distinctly and tasted more masculine then I could recall.

Jerry withdrew his cock from my mouth and asked, "Do you want my hot cum slut?"

"Yes, Master," I instantly replied.

I opened wide anticipating his reward, but Jerry placed his cock head on the tip of my tongue and began stroking the shaft, his foreskin was drawn up to cover his corona and glans as he stroked toward the tip, and was pulled taut as he stroked down toward the base.

"I'm gonna jerk off in your mouth," he said.

"Yes, Master, fill my mouth with your beautiful thick creamy cum," I replied.

He stroked his cock in precisely the same way, not increasing the pace or pressing his cock head deeper inside my mouth.

I thought about urging him on, but knew I would be breaking his third rule about only speaking when given permission, so I just waited patiently for his reward.

Unable to use my sense of sight to watch for the telltale signs on his face that he was about to climax, I listened intently for a warning. That warning came as a deep guttural groan signaling his impending orgasm.

"YES!" He exclaimed as his balls pumped his sperm-filled cum along his urethra. What followed could only be described as inspiring, his cock exploded firing hot wad after searing hot wad of creamy, thick cum into my mouth.

I kept my mouth wide open until I felt his cum began to drip off my tongue, and then I closed my lips around his cock head while he continued pumping his load inside. I swallow once, then again, not wanting to lose a single drop.

His orgasm slowed, and as his cock oozed the final few drops, he said, "You love the taste of my hot cum load, don't you slut."

I wanted to respond, but I was still dealing with the incredible amount of cum he'd pumped into my mouth.

He withdrew his cock and slapped it against the spot where his hand had cracked me earlier, leaving a wet mark on my cheek.

He removed his death grip on my hair as I tried my best to slurp every drop from inside my mouth. His cum tastes incredible, and as his submissive cum slut, I didn't want to waste a single droplet.

I lowered my head and waited for my master to speak.

"On your feet cunt," he said, knowing that his use of the word upset me.

As I stood before him, he roughly squeezed my leather-covered tits then said, "I'm gonna take you to my dungeon and continue your training."

Jerry led me to his bedroom or dungeon as he called it, and once inside, he said. "I'm going to untie your hands, but don't you dare move a muscle."

I answered, "I understand, Master."

It felt good being able to move my arms again once he'd removed the belt that held them tightly for so long.

"Stand perfectly still," he commended.

"Yes, Master," I answered.

Jerry moved away for a moment; then, I felt his presence behind me once again. His arms moved over my shoulders, and a thin strap slipped across one naked shoulder.

"Open your mouth," he instructed.

My lips opened wide, and he pressed a hard ball between them, as he clasped the straps behind my head, he said, "This will ensure that you don't speak a word."

The gag ball he'd applied wasn't uncomfortable, but it took a few moments for my lips, teeth, and jaw to become accustomed to being held open.

"Come with me," he said as he gripped my wrist tightly.

I followed his lead to the side of the bed where he instructed, "Lay down in the middle,"

I sat down then moved to what I hoped was the middle and waited from his next command.

He didn't speak; instead, he grasped one wrist and stretched my arm up and out from my shoulder. I felt soft leather circle my wrist, and a moment later, my arm stretched even further out. I heard him walking around the foot of the bed, and he applied the same constraint to my other arm.

He was binding me to his bed, and my excitement built when I realized I couldn't move at all. My mind raced with the thoughts of what he might be planning for me. His strong hand grasped one ankle, and within a minute, my legs were pulled as taut as my arms.

I heard him move away from the bed, then the sound of a zipper opening. I shuddered, thinking the zipper was his pants, but Jerry returned to sit on the edge of the bed.

"This is my pleasure tool," Jerry said as he ran the tip of it along the inside of my thigh over my loins and stomach, finally lifting it from my skin after circling my breasts once.

"And this is my punishment tool," he said as he drew the tips of a leather flogger along the same path.

He slid his fingers to the clasp holding my leather bra to my tits and undid it sliding the cups off and exposing my chest and erect nipples.

He leaned close to my ear and very softly said, "You will submit to the sensations of both, but as your master, I will NOT allow you to reach orgasm. If you do, my punishment will be swift and severe."

I could only nod my head affirmatively to reply.

I heard the sound of a switch being moved, and instantly a humming sound filled the room. He touched the tip of his vibrating tool of pleasure to one taut nipple causing me to shudder involuntarily. While he teased my chest with his device, I felt the tails of his flogger slide along my leg. I arched my hips, wanting the leather straps to slide deeper as he moved it through my loins.

With the flip of his wrist, the leather flogger slapped against my abdomen, not hard enough to cause any pain, but to let me know that his tool of punishment could inflict severe pain if my master saw fit.

My body reacted to the sense of touch and began to tingle.

Jerry moved his vibrating toy down across my belly and between my restrained legs. He touched the tip to my clit for only a moment, then moved it down and pressed it firmly against my labia. Once again, I arched my hips, wanting the pressure to increase.

With another flip of his wrist, the leather tails of his flogger landed on my tits. I groaned at the sensation it caused in my tits.

He flipped his wrist once again; this time, the leather snapped against my naked flesh stinging a little. "You are not permitted to make any sound," he warned me.

Jerry continued using his tools on me for an eternity, sliding the leather tails over my quivering flesh, and moving the vibrating head of his pleasure tool up and down my restrained form, training me to become his submissive.

You can do this Dianna, I thought, you can endure the pleasure without reaching climax, you can please your master.

What I didn't realize was he was setting me up for failure.

He moved his flogger between my legs, the tails resting between my knees. Using the butt end of the handle, Jerry moved the leather triangle of my thong aside and slipped the end inside my soaking wet cunt. His vibrating ball of pleasure pressed against my pulsing clit, and he held it there. Slow, almost too slowly, he began fucking my cunt with the handle. I arched my hips, wanting it deeper and pressed my clit tighter against the vibrator.

He fucked me like that for several minutes, slowly then faster and deeper. He wanted me to climax, he wanted me to fail, and he wanted to inflict his dominant punishment on me.

I began to feel the onslaught of my orgasm, my body convulsing against his tools of pleasure, but as I felt it start, Jerry withdrew both from my body, leaving me twitching, shaking, and craving for the climax.

I willed my body to stop, wanting to prove to my master that I could control the reaction to his sensual tools.

As my breathing slowly returned to normal, Jerry again leaned down next to my ear. "That was your first test," he said.

Somehow I knew my second wouldn't be passed as easily.

"I'm going to remove your restraints, and you will immediately turn over and get up on all fours. Grasp the headboard, and unless you want my punishment, you will not remove your hands.

I felt him get up off the bed, and for a minute, I laid waiting for my master.

I felt one leg restrain slip from my ankle, followed by the other. A moment later, my wrists were freed, and as he instructed, I immediately turned over, rose up on all fours, and grasped the headboard. I felt the strap holding the gag ball loosen, and I let it fall to the bed from my mouth. His fingers untied the blindfold's black fabric, and I opened my eyes as it slipped off my face.

I looked over my shoulder and understood what was about to happen. Jerry had removed his clothes and was sitting on his haunches behind me. His erect rock hard cock pointing up from his loins, for the first time since I began my search for sexual satisfaction, a sense of fear came over me. He was going to assault me with his ultimate tool, a tool that I knew would send me clawing toward the pinnacle of ecstasy. His second test would be for me to endure his invasion without allowing my body to surrender to the one desire I crave most.

As he rose from his haunches, I turned my head and began staring at the headboard before my face. His hands touched my ass then pushed, spreading my loins completely open. I felt the cock head touch me, and as he slipped it between my soaking wet lips, I felt the flesh of his foreskin peel back along his throbbing rock hard cock shaft. Ever so slowly, he entered me, his cock touching every part of my quivering cunt.

"Do you like my big rock hard cock, slut," he asked.

Oh yes, Master," I instantly answered.

He withdrew entirely, and my lips remained open in anticipation of his next plunge to my watery depths.

His second thrust was a little faster and more forceful, this time his cock head pressed firmer against my cervix.

"Do you want to cum, cunt," he asked.

"No, Master," I lied.

Jerry knew I was lying and started increasing the pace and force of his assault.

I felt his fingers dig into my flesh as he pummeled me from behind.

"You know you wanna cum, bitch," he remarked.

"No, Master," I answered again.

As he continued flailing my quivering cunt I began feeling the numbness of an impending climax. How was I to control my body, control my senses, and not cum if he persisted with his assault?

At that very moment, I realized he wanted me to fail his test. His dominant fetish was to inflict pleasure first but, more importantly, inflict pain once he caused me to fail. I surrendered to my lust for pleasure, unlocking the flood gates of ecstasy, and as my climax began, I screamed, "Master, I'm cumming!"

As he'd warned, my failure would result in punishment, swift and severe, and his hand cracked against my ass, heightening the pleasure of my orgasm. My cunt, his submissive cunt flooded with juices bathing his throbbing cock in a tidal wave of cum.

"Fuck me, Master," I squealed as my orgasm carried me to untold heights of pleasure.

His hand again slammed against my ass punishment for speaking without his permission this slap harder than the first sent a twinge of pain through my quivering flesh.

He withdrew, leaving my body twitching and convulsing as I waited for my orgasm to subside.

"You failed my test," he announced.

"I'm sorry, Master," I replied, wanting to add he had set me up for failure.

"You understand the consequences of failure?" Jerry asked.

"Yes, Master," I answered.

"Are you ready to accept the punishment of failure?" He asked.

"I am Master," I replied.

"Your punishment will be six lashes, and you will count as I administer them," he said.