Home Visit Ch. 01

It would be the first time Sir would come to her house. Up till now it had been a little foreplay in the car and a few wonderful, memorable sessions in the dungeon. This would be different, meeting in her space, her home, her bedroom. His presence would fill her little home, and she was nervously ecstatic about the idea.

As they say 'when it rains, it pours.' Life had brought them together only a month before just as she was moving into her new home. Her first house. She started this huge adult journey of home ownership at the same time embarking on being "owned." Owned by Him. He was everything she has ever hoped for in a dominant. Older, wiser with decades of experience on her few; Tall, dark with just a little salt and pepper to make him rugged; Handsome and strong, with a broad chest and big hands.

She loved his hands.

She smiled to herself as she remembered their first meeting. She was shaking, her palms sweaty as she waited. Palms down on the table, eyes cast down, desperate to win approval to see if this could go farther. She felt him before she saw him. His presence filing her senses as he stood just out of sight, he watched her. Watched to see if she would crack and look up.

She didn't.

His hand extended, she reached, trembling, and pressed her lips to his knuckles. Inhaling the scent of his warm skin, smiling to herself before she lifted her head to meet him eye to eye.

She almost laughed remembering it now. How she had such little idea at the time how her life would change. How he would creep into everything. How deep in her heart she was always kneeling in front of him. He had showed her so much in that dungeon. Showed her pleasure she had only dreamt of. Fucking her to the brink of passing out, reviving her and repeating. He was a god. He was her God. She worshiped him already, and knew that would only deepen with time.

She had woken early that morning to prepare herself and her house as best she could. She followed all the instructions he had given her to the letter, and had added a few touches herself. She wanted it to be memorable for him. She wanted him to want her.

She was shaved from top to bottom. Her soft skin moisturized, clean and fresh with just a hint of her French perfume. She had a warm glow of the early morning sunlight flickering through the window as she tried to calm her breathing. Counting the minutes, the seconds till He arrived.

"Da-ding"

He smiled as he walked through her front door hearing the chime. Knowing she would be upstairs waiting for him, and now she knew he was here. He took his time, enjoying the anticipation and making her wait. Removing his shoes he looked into her kitchen and living room before heading upstairs. Soft music played throughout the house and helped to mask his footfalls on the carpeted stairs.

He paused in her bedroom door. A dark flicker passing through his expression as he saw her. Pale, blonde hair brushed soft and falling in front of her face. Her cheeks blushing softly as she felt his eyes on her, assessing every detail. He never missed anything.

She knelt with her palms on her thighs, eyes cast down at the foot of her bed. In front of her on a soft blue towel she had laid toys. In order of size from crop, to flogger, to various sizes of dildos and vibrators, all the way down to nipple clamps, and of course her bell. This was not part of the preparation instructions he had given her. He didn't mind the addition however, as he was struck with a desire to hear the sound the crop would make swishing through the air to meet her ass. Turning it his favourite shade of pink. The bruises left by his belt from their last encounter had almost completely faded away. Time for more he thought.

She could just see his legs through the tops of her eyelashes. She focused on her breathing, trying to keep it slow and steady so as to appear calm. It was pretense certainly, but it helped to keep her racing heartbeat in check. The soft satin of her little nightgown was cool under her fingertips as she tried not to squirm. Her cunt clenching uncontrollably with his appearance. She was wet before he arrived, but even the sight of his feet caused her to gush a little more.

He walked over and put his hand on the top of her head. Gently stroking her hair as she leaned into his touch. Slowly, savouring him, she looked up at him. Her wide green eyes meeting his dark assessing ones. He smiled at her, and her insides melted. He was pleased. Without a word she reached to unbutton his pants. Her slight pause causing the subtlest of nods before she continued. Her hands always shook at the beginning. She wondered internally if that would ever stop, "probably not" she mused. Removing his pants she folded them and placed them behind her. His briefs followed, allowing his beautiful perfect thick cock to spring forward. Opening her mouth she engulfed him. Tasting the delicious salty precum that he was leaking. Her eyes closed and she moaned aloud.

He needed more. Instantly. He needed to be fully inside her. Grabbing a fistful of hair he thrust his hips forward pressing his cock into her. He met resistance from her throat only briefly before he was completely buried in her hot mouth. She didn't struggle. Her dreamy expression told him everything he needed to know. She was in her place. Worshiping at his feet. She was his to use however he desired, and boy did he plan on using her. All those beautiful holes would be stretched, filled and sore by the end of the day.

She intently tried her best to breathe around his thrusts. The wet sloppy "smack smack smack" filling the room as he fucked her throat. She was in heaven. She needed this. To be his. His. Her eyes watered as she gagged. He slowed briefly to allow her to recover before resuming his relentless assault on her throat. It stopped as suddenly as it had started, leaving her lost and confused. She wanted more, she wanted all of him... She wanted him to love her. The realization came crashing over her.

"Stand." He said. Sternly, but not unkindly as he took two steps back.

He watched her chest heave twice as she caught her breath before slowly, and a little wobbly, standing up for him.

"Inspection," he growled quietly.

She wiggled her feet apart, so aware of the rough texture of the carpet under her toes. Standing as straight as she could, she lifted her hands to clasp each other behind her head. Thrusting her beautifully pierced nipples a little forward so they poked through the thin fabric, she could feel herself dripping onto her thighs, warm and sticky.

She willed her body to stay still as he circled behind her. His hand raising the hem of the nightgown to expose her ass. He grasped her neck with his right hand, using he left to deliver a short succession of hard slaps. Her body jumped a little, involuntarily, with each strike.

"Who do you belong to," he asked.

"You Sir," she moaned.

Leaning back into him her hands drifted down to grasp him. His thick long shaft so warm and soft in her hands. Standing on her tiptoes she manoeuvred him between her legs so he could feel her arousal. Both hands on her neck now, he gripped tightly as he thrust his hips forward. She felt desperate. Not for air, but to have him inside her. She trusted him to squeeze, but not too tightly. Her vision blurred a little at the edges and he supported her weight by her throat.

Spinning her around he hungrily started to devour her mouth. His tongue tasting her, how she ached for more. Rubbing his head along her hot clit she purred.

"Cum for me."

She shuddered and quaked in his arms as he held her while the waves of her climax rolled through her body. Becoming limp in his arms he let her catch her breath for only a second. He knew that she knew what to say.

"Thank you Sir," she whispered.

"Cum again for me." He needed all of her pleasure, to consume her completely.

In such a short period of time she had come so far. She could now cum on command almost instantly in his presence. He had yet to try to use that power on her in public, oh how he would enjoy the first time. Watching her try to contain her pleasure as she came next to him in a restaurant or bar.

"Thank you, Sir."

"Good girl."

He pulled the thin nightdress over her head exposing her pale skin. She glowed in front of him; a goddess of submissive glory waiting for his touch.

"I am such a lucky girl," she said recovering her voice a little.

"Yes you are, girl. You are mine."

'Mine.' She felt her stomach do a flip when she heard that word. Content and at peace in a way that only he could bring her. She lay down on the bed as he instructed her. Her legs together and in the air. She cried out as he entered her, filling and stretching her tight cunt. He pounded her hard and fast, it was all she could do to get enough oxygen to her brain as she moaned and screamed.

"Oh. My. God."

"Yes girl. Who is your God?"

"You are Sir."

She lost count of how many orgasms he gave her. He would stop plunging into her to wait for her 'thank you'. It was part of her protocol. She sometimes took a second or two, but in all fairness in those moments she couldn't form words of any kind.

He started training her by asking if she could breathe. If she could breathe she could thank him. He deeply enjoyed watching her lips silently form the words before any sounds would come out. Watching her lips form "tha...tha...tha..thank..thank you..sir." He relished her in those moments. Getting even more hard watching her struggle. Her struggle to gain enough air to give him what he deserved. He pounded her relentlessly, hard and deep before pulling out and pushing back. He stepped a few feet away and his cock twitched with her cry of loss. Her shaky legs barely holding her in a crawl as she came before him. Soft fingers around his ankle as her lips kissed his feet. Her breath warm as she panted while she kissed first one foot, then the other.

Satisfied with her obvious devotion her ordered her back to the bed, enjoying her ass wiggling as she crawled away from him. Staying on her knees, she placed her head and arms flat to the bed. 'What a view' he grinned to himself. Her arousal glistening on her cunt, legs and ass. He roughly pushed her onto her side.

"Look at me." He ordered.

"Look me in the eyes."

She struggled to keep her eyes open as she felt the pressure of him against her ass. He had given her three truths the first time he took her ass.

1. I will do very little prep.

2. It will hurt.

3. You will be completely fine.

He was right of course. It did hurt, but only for a moment. She discovered that the pain was easier to bare when she had a mantra or phrase to repeat in her head. Her favourite was 'I am His.' Seconded closely by what she suspected was his favourite, 'I am such a lucky girl.'

As he stretched her, she held her breathe. Watching his eyes glitter almost menacingly as he relished her obvious pain. It hurt, but she was safe. Moments later she was crying out again as she climaxed over and over at his request.

Her screams were music to his ears. Her tight ass gripping his cock so wonderfully, as if her perfect ass was made just for him. If he believed in a god, he may have thought it was devine intervention. He knew he got her because he deserved her. He had spent decades perfecting the art of dominance. It was his right to claim and train this girl more than twenty years his junior. He had dark and beautiful plans for her. As she screamed how she was lucky, he couldn't help but also be reminded how lucky he was to be plunging into her hot tight ass while her husband was out of town.

So far her marriage had not impeeded their growing relationship. Despite what society may think, she did love her husband but he would never be able to match her darkness. Sir...her Sir could match every dark thought and desire she had ever had. He could make all her kinkiest fantasies come true. With him she hoped, deep inside, she could get it all; Bondage, pain, multiple partners, men and women, kink parties, even fisting although that made her incredibly scared. He had assured her that with time, and training, it would be possible. So far only four fingers had made it into her and she had been utterly convinced she would rip in half. Desperately clawing at him and crying for him to stop.

She knew in her heart of hearts that she would do anything, and everything, to make this man happy. To be able to continue her journey into a side of herself she had always known, but had repressed most of, for fear of judgment. One day she knew, she would love him and her life would suddenly have two men. Two partners. As she cried out "I am such a lucky girl," she meant it on deeper and deeper levels.

She curled up and waited as he went to clean himself off in the en-suite. Watching him through half lidded eyes she smiled up at him. His girl. He held her shaking frame close. Her leg draping over his as she settled into his shoulder. Her fingers gently stroking his chest and stomach as they paused to rest.