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The day dawned quietly, the soft early morning
light peeking it through the thick velvet curtains that helped close
in the comfort of the night.
She rose as she always did before Him and slipped
into her blue silk wrap, pulling it tight around her. The fullness
of her breasts barely covered as was the soft curve of her ass,
the soft material skimming her flesh as she left the room.
She opened the door quietly so as not to disturb
Him and walked down the stairs, her heart beating deep within her
breast.
Today…she was to be disciplined…she was
to learn her place within His life.
Today she was to take the slave stance and sit
at His feet until He allowed her to move.
The children, if indeed you could call them children
at 15 and 17 would be out at school and college from 8-30 in the
morning until 3-30 in the afternoon and she was to be at His beck
and call through those hours for the next three days and over that
time her prime function was to serve Him as and when He saw fit.
They had lived a D/s lifestyle for a little over
two years now and while He had total control over her and her life
in the bedroom, He rarely exercised His right over her when the
children were about so that she was not embarrassed by the life
they choose to live. There was of course no real need to exercise
much control as she willingly sat at His feet of an evening and
the children saw nothing out of the ordinary in that. Anymore than
they saw anything other than a loving couple with a strong Man and
a woman who adores Him.
Lately however, He has exercised a little more
openly and she was not sure she was ready for it.
Both the children knew He was very much the Master
in the home and that she was His submissive, but in order not to
embarrass them, He was careful not to push things too far with her
in front of them. They had been open and honest with the children
as their relationship had flourished but had never been openly sexual
as good parents shouldn’t be and He has always been careful
to keep any form of control out of their view.
But for the next three days she was to learn that
in front of them or not she was His to own and command.
She made her way to the kitchen and made herself
a cup of tea and toast for breakfast, eating in the sunlight sitting
room that suddenly didn’t look so homely or welcoming. The
dining table at one end was a large sturdy wooden one she’d
bought with her when she moved to the City, and suddenly its solid
table top took on a slightly sinister appearance as somewhere for
her to be tied flat and left helpless.
She squirmed a little on the couch and realised
that around the room there were areas and items that could be used
to enforce what He wanted while this learning session was ongoing
and she stood, heart pounding as even her pretty candles —
unused as yet took on a whole new meaning. She moved silently to
the kitchen and washed the two items quickly.
She went back into the sitting with a glass of
orange juice, chilled and fresh from the fridge and settled for
a few moments longer in front of her computer to go through her
mail. She knew He would be getting up soon and wanted to have a
cup of tea waiting for Him next to His computer.
Her heart began to pound slightly as she heard
Him moving, then His footfall on the stairs and smiled with sparkling
eyes as He walked through the door and made to stand to greet Him,
and then stopped as she saw the look on His face.
He stood in the doorway, scowling with narrowed
eyes. He growled out at her, "dressed slut?"
She looked down at her naked body covered only
with the silk wrap and looked back up at Him, nodding softly.
"Get back upstairs now and strip. How told
you what to wear this morning? Come back down wearing stockings
and your heels. GO. NOW"
His last two words were shouted at her and she
jumped at the tone of His voice.
She scrambled from her chair, almost falling in
her haste and moved quickly to the doorway to slip past Him, gasping
as He caught her by the arm and hissed "bring your collar and
cuffs down as well slut."
Nodding, she whimpered and rushed up the stairs
with a strangled sob. He’d not used that tone with her for
months. Not since the last big fight they’d had over His family.
She entered the bedroom and leant against the door,
taking a deep breath.
Oh god…this was going to be worse that she
thought. She knew He was determined to put her through a disciplined
regime but that tone of voice?
How far was she going to have to go?
She slipped the silk wrap from her body, the sleepy
warmth of the bedroom still comforting her skin and walked to her
wardrobe, searching for the box of stockings. Taking a pair of barely
black laced topped hold ups, she sat on the bed and took a deep
breath. Steadying herself she rolled first one then the other up
along the long slender legs and smoothed the tops down.
Adjusting them so that a full four inches of thigh
were naked, she allowed her fingers to lightly brush the smooth
shaved lips of her cunt, startled at its moistness already and wondered
for the umpteenth time would He fuck her after all this?
Or would she be left wanting and needy and begging
for release?
She bent to the bottom of the wardrobe and pulled
out the five inch heels and looked at them. They were impossible
to walk far in and He’d bought them with one thing in mind.
They were one of two pairs of what were known amongst sexually like-minded
people as CFMs — Come Fuck Me shoes. They were hardly ever
worn outside of the bedroom and it they were, the occasion usually
called for her to do no more than walk across a floor and sit all
night.
They added extra height to her already long, tall
body but they placed her cunt and ass at the exact height needed
for Him to slide His cock into her with no discomfort or knee bent
positions when he wanted to take her from behind.
Standing once more to slip her feet into them,
she steadied herself and took a deep breath before making her way
across the room to her chest of drawers and knelt to the bottom
one, tucking her legs beneath her and opened it
.
This was their toy box drawer. With items they’d
gathered over the years that they still added to and used regularly.
Not only did her mind set see her submitting to Him but sexually
they could only be described as kinky and explorative!
She rummaged through the various toys and items
she had in there until she found the one inch dog collar and leather
cuffs and held them to her breast. The collar was the first one
He’s ever bought her and had almost caused he to pass out in
delight the night He’s placed it about her swanlike neck and
the cuffs…Oh god…it was an age since He’s had her
wear them simply because He liked her to be able to touch Him as
much as He loved to touch her.
He was always mindful that their sex life didn’t
spill out into their public family life so it was rarely she had
the collar on but she could remember the day He’d placed it
on her neck as though it were yesterday.
She’d knelt silently in front of Him, scantily
dressed in the chiffons and laces He loved, her thighs neatly together,
her back straight; eyes lowered as He’s bent to kiss her neck
and had slowly slipped it round her neck and fastened it a little
too tightly round her neck. The reasoning He’d said was to
remind her of how tightly they were bound together as one then had
loosened it as His mouth had taken hers in a long, slow kiss. At
the same time He’d eased her thighs open whispering against
her eager mouth that they were never to be closed to Him from that
day onwards.
She made her way a little unsteadily down the stairs,
mindful of the spiked heels and walked slowly into the sitting room
holding her breath as she stood quietly before Him.
He looked up at her from the couch and arched an
eyebrow at her and pointed to the floor. "Well slut? you think
you should be standing?"
She sank slowly to her knees whimpering softly
and instantly biting her lip. She eased her thighs open, mindful
of her already moist cunt, straightening her back, the stance causing
her breasts to arch upwards, her eyes lowered to look at His feet.
"Lower slut and remember this is the stance
you will take at all times when I wish to have you for use and serving."
She shuffled her body back a little and lowered
her upper body forward and downward to the floor, the nap of the
carpet brushing her already hardening nipples and groaned softly
as her heart began to beat deeply with her breast, her fingers reached
out to barely touch the tips of His toes and then arched, almost
purring as His hand ran slowly over her head, shoulders and back.
He bent over her body to run His hand over the
curve of her ass, the movement causing His stiff cock to brush her
face and without thinking she moved her head to lick the stiff length,
gasping out loud as His hand yanked a handful of hair, dragging
her head up to look into her eyes.
"you do not touch unless I say so slut."
He moved His hand lazily along the length of her spine to cup the
curve of her ass, landing a sudden sharp smack on the flesh. she
yelped as the hand landed, leaving the flesh hot and pink. His hand
took her hair again and eased her body upwards until she was on
show again and allowed His hand to move over her skin, skimming
it lightly, using both the back of His hand and His fingertips.
Cupping the fullness of her breasts gently then rolling the taut
nipple between His forefinger and thumb, watching as she began to
arch towards Him, seeing her body stiffen as He began to pinch and
twist the tip. Slowly but surely stretching her nipple outwards,
chuckling low under His breath as she arched sharply to try to ease
the pain.
Releasing it suddenly and watching as it bounced
back, He snarled as her body sank back onto its haunches and yanked
up back up. His hand moving instantly lower still over her hot skin
to be able to brush the smooth shaved lips of her cunt as her thighs
opened wider to His touch. He inhaled softly as the slick lips parted
easily under His probing fingers and pushed a single finger into
her cunt, watching her hips lift to meet the delving digit as He
pushed it slowly in and out of the hot wet hole.
His other hand ran softly over her pale skin and
He moved from the couch to kneel behind her, His finger staying
firmly inside her cunt. He slowly eased His finger out of the hot
wet hole and taking a handful of hair, He twisted it firmly around
His hand to hold her still and let His wet finger move up the crack
of her ass, watching her flinch a little as He touch the tight little
hole He loved to fuck, the tight muscle tightening as He pushed
the tip of His finger into the puckered ring.
He pulled her hair sharply tugging her downwards
and forwards so that her ass lifted of it’s own accord into
the air and pushed a little harder, watching as the dark ring began
to open, hearing her soft moans and smiled softly. He felt the tight
hole finally gave way as His finger slid into her and watched as
her hips lifted towards Him.
He began to ease His finger in and out of her slowly,
teasing her tight asshole. His thumb reached down to gently nudge
her clit now and then and her breath caught in her throat as she
tried to move towards Him, to ease the burning deep in her slut
belly but held fast by the tight grip on her hair, her body squirming
a little as His finger and thumb worked her.
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