Submissive Saturday Ch. 01

“Now get off me, slut.” My Master commanded. As I stood up to walk away, Master grabbed my wrist with this hand, his long fingers circling my wrist as he stopped me.

“Look at what you did,” Master said, pointing to his leg with the other hand. I could see a very large wet spot staining the leg of his pants. Apparently I had been riding on him so that his fingertips had been stroking my clit but my cunt was grinding on his pants. Pulling on my wrist, Master forced me to my knees and demanded that I clean up after myself.

I fell to my knees with a painful THUD! But I didn’t even notice the pain. My eyes were glued to the shiny wet spot on his pants and on the way his fingers glistened in the sunlight coming through my dining room windows. Bending my head, I first gently licked his fingertips feeling all of my taste buds coming to life as my tongue brought back that wonderful musky salty taste to my mouth.

Moaning I once again flicked my tongue over his fingers. Grabbing a handful of my hair, Master pulled my head back roughly and forced his wet fingers deeper into my mouth. I could feel the tips of them entering my throat, as he demanded that I clean them better. My tongue was working over his fingers, sliding between them to lick all of the spaces in between as my mouth continued to suck on them. I was becoming so turned on by the taste of myself on him that my hand slid down the front of my body to once again begin stroking my clit.

My eyes were closed as I continued to revel in the sensations. The pain as Master pulled my hair, the taste of my own cunt juices as Master fucked my mouth with the fingers he had allowed me to use and the teasing of my own fingers against my clit. Master noticed my hips rocking again as I sought my release with my own hand and quickly let go of my hair to deliver a stinging slap to my ass.

“Did I tell you that you could touch my whore?” My Master demanded as he once again pulled my head back with a handful of hair and tipped my chin up to look at him after pulling his other fingers from my mouth.

“No, Master, you did not,” I was forced to answer.

“Who owns you, bitch?” Master asked, demanding an answer as he shook my head roughly with the handful of hair.

“You do, Master. You own me body and soul. I am yours to do with what you desire,” I answered looking up into his eyes.

“Don’t ever forget that,” Master said. “Now clean off my pants then I want you to go into your room. Bend over the bed but do not get on it and wait for me. I want your back to the door so I can see all of you as I come into the room.”

“Yes, Master,” I murmured as my head was pushed down until my mouth was pressed tightly against his pant leg. I opened my mouth and sucked all of my juices out of the fabric. My thighs squeezed tightly together so that I would not be able to touch myself as I do badly wanted to. It was pure torture to be able to run my tongue over his leg, my mouth sucking and nibbling to collect all of the juices I had left behind but not being able to touch myself and too scared to even attempt to caress my Master’s cock which was growing larger and harder beside my cheek.

“That is enough,” Master declared as he pulled my head up once more. “Now pick up your clothes and take them with you to do as I said.”

I jumped to my knees and began gathering all of my clothes, which were strewn all over the kitchen and dining room area. Once I had them all together, including the boots I had been wearing, I went into my room and tossed them on the bed. Then I bent over and placed my head and chest on the bed with my legs as far back as possible, spread open so that Master would be able to view my pussy and ass as soon as he entered the hallway leading down to my room.

I never even heard my Master approaching my room. The first indication I had that he was even with me was the monstrous dildo that was thrown on the bed, bouncing near my head. My eyes grew huge as I stared at it. It had to be at least 12 inches long and 2 inches wide. My heart began hammering in my chest with fear as I wondering what Master was going to do with that! Never in my life had I seen anything so large and I was trembling with fear at the idea that Master was going to put such a huge object inside of me. Surely it would split me in two!

Master pressed his body against my left leg and bent over me, his hands slowly caressing my body from my ass to my shoulders. He laid his head on the bed near mine and stared into my eyes as he asked me if I liked the little present he had bought me. My attempt at a laugh caught in my throat as I glanced at the dildo once more.

“Relax, whore. I will not push you further than you want to go. This time anyway,” Master said as he followed my eyes to the huge dildo. “If you cannot take anymore, I will not force you. Just tell me when you have had enough but you will be surprised at how much you can handle.”

With that my Master stood up and placed his gym bag on the bed next to me. Putting his hand inside, he opened the bag up far enough so that he could see inside but I was not able to see anything but the side of the bag from where my head was laying.

“This is what you had before,” Master said, withdrawing a blue gel filled dildo. This one was only about 7 inches long and not much more than an inch wide. Remembering how full I felt with that one in the dining room, my fear increased as I once again glanced up to look at the monster that was on my bed. It was all I could handle when my Master had forced his fingers inside me with the small dildo.

Taking the small blue dildo, Master began to rub it on my body. Starting at my shoulders he slowly caressed down to my ass. I could feel the soft gel filled tip against my tightly puckered asshole but was too tense to allow it entry. Knowing I had never experienced anal sex, Master did not force the issue but allowed the dildo to trail its way down the slick path to my cunt. With a quick almost brutal shove, Master lodged the dildo deep inside of me.

“Now, crawl up on the bed but don’t let the dildo fall out,” Master commanded as he moved his gym bag over to the other side of the bed so that I would be laying on the edge closest to him.

Pinching my thighs tightly together, I did I as I was ordered. I lay on my back with my legs tightly together, knowing that as soon as I opened them, my body would attempt to force out the intruder. Master knelt beside the bed and wrapped one arm under my shoulders as his other hand slid between my thighs to find the dildo still inside of me. Grabbing hold of the dildo, Master began slamming it deeper and harder inside me.

“You like this one in your pussy don’t you?” Master asked me as he continued to fuck me fast. I could only nod as my body moved with him.

“I should take the monster and fuck your ass, whore”

“No! Oh God, please don’t” I begged him. I was gasping in pleasure as he rammed that dildo in and out of me, harder and faster but also in terror of the one he called the monster. My body was arching off the bed, trying to pull that dildo deeper into my body, wanting to cum for him again.

Suddenly my head arched back and I screamed, “Fuck me, Master. Oh God! Please don’t stop fucking me!” My cunt went into spasms around the dildo as my hips rocketed up and down on the bed, not wanting the feelings to stop. Master pulled me tightly to his chest with the arm around my shoulders as he began slamming the dildo into me until the balls were bruising my outer pussy lips at how hard he was fucking me. Never in my life had I been fucked through an orgasm like this and it seemed to last forever. I was unaware of anything in the world except the way my cunt was clenching at that dildo as it continued to slide in and out of me.

Slowly my orgasm faded and I lay in Master’s arms, trembling. At some point I had wrapped one of my arms around Master’s back and was aware that I was clenching a handful of his shirt in my tight fist. I released his shirt from my hand, smoothing it out and apologized for touching him again without his permission.

Laughing, Master pulled back enough so that he could look into my eyes. “I love it when you lose control like that when you are cumming for me,” he whispered. “When all of your lessons fly out of your head like that, I know you are really having a good time and not faking it. You are one incredible lady.”

My body shivered as Master pulled the dildo out of my cunt. I could feel my juices running down the crack of my ass and wetting the bed as he prolonged the feeling. Rotating the dildo inside me as he slowly slid it out. Listening to my groans of pleasure as he also massaged my clit with his thumb. Finally, it was out. Leaving me feeling so empty and on edge as his thumb had quickly brought me once again to the very brink of an orgasm before stopping.

“Get dressed so you can go buy my beer while I shower,” Master commanded. Pulling me up so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed as he sat down next to me.

Reaching behind me I grabbed my bundle of clothes and pulled on my socks, pulling my feet up on the opposite leg to slid them on. Then I grabbed my lacy bra and put it on, my breasts pushed forward as I reached around to close the small hooks. I stood up and pulled my shirt on, my hands trembling as I struggled to refasten the buttons. As I bent over to step into my jeans, Master stopped me with his hand on my arm.

“You forgot something,” he whispered as he quickly slid the dildo back into my open pussy. I moaned as I felt him pushing it deeper into me. I dropped my pants back onto the floor as I grabbed hold of the nightstand next to my bed. Using his fingers against the dildo, he gently rocked it into my body a couple of times just to watch my hips pushing back at it.

“Now, finish getting dressed,” Master told me. He held it inside me with his fingers as I bent down to pull on my blue jeans to hold the dildo in place. As my jeans came up over my hips, Master slid his fingers out of my jeans and reached between my legs to push on the dildo as I fastened my pants in place. He reached down and handed me my boots. I groaned as I sat down to pull them on and the feeling I had as I pulled one foot onto the other leg to be able to zip up the boots was incredible. My eyes were closed as I rocked my hips; it felt so damn good to sit like that.

“Not now,” Master said as he pulled me to my feet. “You can cum as many times as you like once you get back with my beer.” Pushing me in front of him, Master told me to lead the way back to the dining room so he could put on his shoes and move his van out of my way, claiming that he wanted to watch me walk with that dildo inside me. I was conscious of his eyes on me as my hips swayed on the way to the dining room. I could feel my cunt muscles squeezing around the dildo with every step I took. If I had to walk very far, I would cum again I knew, desperately hoping it would not happen in the middle of my local grocery store.

Once we had reached the dining room, I was ordered to pick up my Master’s shoes and bring them to him where he sat at the table. After bringing them to him, Master demanded that I kneel in front of him and put his shoes on for him. As I finished the job, Master grabbed a handful of my hair again.

“For being such a good slut, you desire a special reward,” Master told me. “Now close your eyes and no peeking,”

I shut my eyes and wondered what my prize would be for following orders so well. I did not have to wait long until the sound of a zipper being pulled down seemed to echo around me. My body was shivering in delight at not knowing exactly what awaited me this time. Would it be my Master’s cock, another toy or something meant to inflict more pain?

Suddenly I felt the spongy hot head of my Master’s cock against my lips as he pushed himself against my mouth. I slowly parted my lips to allow my tongue to slip out and caress him, the tip of my tongue teasing the slit in the head. Keeping my eyes closed, I slid my body forward until my arms were resting on his legs and I was kneeling between them. He pushed his cock forward and forced his way into my mouth. I could feel the head of his cock pushing into my throat and gagged slightly as the head touched the back of my throat. My right hand slipped down to cup his balls as he fucked my mouth, slowly but pushing deeper with every thrust. His cock was slightly smaller than the dildo he had placed inside me, roughly 6 ½ inches long but had to be close to 2 inches wide. I could feel my mouth stretching tightly around it as he continued to push deeper until his balls were pressed tightly against my chin.

I could feel his precum leaking out onto my tongue as he slowly fucked my mouth. His hands wrapped in my hair so he could control how fast I moved my head and how deeply I took his cock. Anytime I would pause at how deep he was going, he would push down on my head until I had once again swallowed it all, forcing me to deep throat him, as I never had been able to do before. As he would pull my head up I would curl my tongue around him, stroking him with my tongue and lips. Wanting desperately to give him some of the pleasure he had given me.

With a groan, Master pulled himself from my mouth. “That is enough for now. I want to shower while you run to the store for me like a good slut.”

Leaning forward, Master gently kissed my cheek as he stood up and helped me to my feet. Turning me around, he lightly patted my ass and followed me out the door. As the door closed behind me, I double-checked to make sure that I had not locked my Master out of the house. I shivered just thinking of the punishment that would cause!

Walking down the steps of my house, I could feel the dildo shifting inside of me as I slowly walked down the steps. I had to keep a careful grip on the rail, as I was afraid I would pitch forward. My knees were trembling from the feeling of the dildo twisting inside of me with every step and of it rubbing on my clit at the same time. I had no idea how I was going to make it going through the grocery store as the beer was at the very back.

Easing my way into my car, I just sat for a moment. Allowing my body to adjust to sitting again with the dildo inside me. Once I had gotten use to that, I swung my feet into the car with a groan. Oh that felt so good! I rested my head on the steering wheel for a moment to try to recapture my breath.

Master had backed his van out of my way and impatiently honked his horn as I was still sitting in the driveway with the car not even started! Quickly, I turned over the motor and popped the car into gear so I could back down the driveway. With a quick check to make sure nothing was coming, I backed out into the road and started towards my local grocery store as Master swung his van back into the driveway.