Before Patrick shut the door, I knew I was in trouble. As soon as he stepped in the house I heard his deep voice in a low dom tone, "Bedroom, now!"
As I walked to the bedroom a slight smirk came across my face. I knew I was going to be punished for not obeying his commands at dinner. I was still reeling from the orgasm he gave me under the table while our friends carried on their polite conversations. I stepped into the bedroom and Patrick quickly followed, slamming the door. He turned me around to face him. “You were a bad girl at dinner! No panties, drawing attention to yourself, and the worst offense was moving when I specifically commanded you not to. What am I going to do with you, Princess?” I knew this was a rhetorical question, and I simply shrugged my shoulders and lowered my gaze from him. This caused him to chuckle. “Acting innocent now isn’t going to save you. Take off your shoes and get on your knees.” I quickly slipped out of my shoes and lowered myself to kneel before him, my heart pounding with thoughts of what wonderful punishments I was going to receive. He walked around me, inspecting my body, letting out little chuckles from time to time. He stopped in front of me and bent down, lifting my chin so our eyes met. “Now, you want to be a good girl? Trust me, you’re going to be the best girl Princess, just you wait.” Patrick stood back up and went to the toy drawer. I heard him rustling around which made me excited, he knew my favorite toys, he knew my favorite punishments, and most of all he knew how to make me suffer without saying a word. I felt him behind me as he placed a blindfold on my face. The coolness of the silk felt good on my skin and I felt myself growing wet with anticipation. “Stand up Princess.” He helped me to my feet and I felt his hard body press up against my back. He pulled my hair gently back to one side and kissed my neck. “You look so nice in this dress, I hope it wasn’t terribly expensive,” he whispered in my ear before he began ripping it off of me. The fabric fell to the floor as he unsnapped my bra and threw it to the side. “You are so perfect, look at how beautiful your body is, especially when I know it’s all mine.” His hands started exploring my body, and I heard his chuckles as I whimpered and moaned at his touch. The temptation to face him and kiss him was very intense, but I held my composure as his hands wandered from my breasts to my stomach to the outer lips of my pussy. Instinctively my hips bucked and I felt a sharp slap on my ass. “You are such an eager little slut, but you need to learn to stay still. Had you done that in the first place we wouldn’t be here now, isn’t that right?” “Yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir.” I felt him back away from me, and I knew he was going for his favorite flogger. My pussy pulsated at the thought of him using it on me, how many strikes would I be getting? How hard would he be hitting me? “Hands on the bed, ass in the air!” he commanded He slowly led me to the bed, and made sure my hands were firmly and comfortably placed where he wanted them. His warm hand caressed my back finding their way down the curves of my ass. Once his hand left my body, I knew it was time. I could smell the leather of the flogger before he swung it. The slight stings of his warm up lashes were enough to get my endorphins racing. “Don’t move Princess, and I mean it this time.” Before I knew it the warm up was over, and we had moved on to the real show. Slap after slap, lash after lash, I felt the sting of the cold leather and tried my best to stay still. I could feel my skin becoming warm from each strike. Patrick was enjoying it as much as I was, but he never lost focus of what he was doing. Unexpectedly he stopped and began rubbing my cheeks, I felt his hand slowly move around to the outer lips of my pussy, then he plunged one finger in to gauge my wetness. “You’re soaking wet Princess.” He added another finger hitting my g-spot, then his thumb on my clit. My legs were shaking, and I felt as if I was going to collapse. “I said don’t move, and here you are shaking,” he said, playfully taunting me. “It's time to continue with your punishments, can you handle that?” Through my moans, and gasping for breath I managed to get out, “Yes Sir” before he spun me around and guided me to my knees. “This next part is going to be so much fun for both of us. Now remember to relax your throat.”
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Dear Future Sir,
I'm very excited to meet you, get to know you, learn from you, and be with you. However, there are a few things you need to know and understand about this woman you desire to be your submissive. Its true I've never had a real Sir before. I've been steered in that direction by other men, who didn't want a true Dom/Sub relationship. They wanted a woman they could tell what to do, and how to do it without regard for her wants, needs, and pleasures. All I know is what I've read in books and researched online. I've been mistreated by a lot of people in my life, so my trust doesn't come easily. I've built walls around myself for protection, the thicker the walls have become the more I've secretly hoped someone would save me from myself, from my self imposed isolation. I'm stubborn, I'm used to taking care of others, taking care of things on my own. I put myself last in many situations, so much so I long for someone to take care of me, emotionally and physically. I am financially stable so you can expect me to pay for things, I'm not looking for a sugar daddy or a "free ride". I know I come with a lot of baggage, but I promise you I am one of the most loyal, loving, caring, funny, goofy, and otherwise good person you will ever meet. I need connections to be attracted to a person, and there was some connection between us that made me feel you were attractive. As I'm sure there's something you saw in me, I too see something in you. That something makes me want to be everything you want, desire, and dream of. To show you my loyalty and my trustworthiness. To give you my complete submission and trust. I don't know who, or where you are. I do know I look forward to meeting you, getting to know you, and learning from and with you. Thank you for your patients and understanding, I will do my best for you, my Sir. Until we meet, Dahlia Rose "You look nervous" His deep blue eyes were focused on mine, making me feel even more edgy.
I looked down at my hands rubbing my pinky on my right hand. There was always this passion in me, this desire, this longing that I was always ashamed to explore. It wasn't until now I truly felt comfortable with someone to ask, consider, or even act upon my desires. Gregory had been very patient with me, we met a few months prior and there was something about him that made me feel at ease. It was hard for me to find a connection with someone let alone someone I could express my fantasies to. "I am nervous, I've never spoken to anyone about these things before. I've never even entertained the idea that I could explore my sexuality like this." I looked up to see him smiling at me, and I felt comforting warmth in it. We had been talking about these things in general terms, and now that we were here talking in more personal terms it was nice to know his demeanor wasn't changing. "How do you feel about me, Daisy?" he shifted in his seat placing one leg across the other in a less formal gesture. I thought about it for a moment, the last time I truthfully answered that question for someone they felt it was necessary to degrade me and take advantage of my feelings for them. "I'm attracted to you, " I said quietly as I lowered my gaze from him. My heart pounded in my ears and I was terrified to hear his response. I was expecting to hear something along the lines of, "you're a nice woman, but I don't feel the same way about you." The silence between us was deafening and it seems like forever before he responded. "Why haven't you said anything before now?" I felt anxiety creeping up on me, I had been played with mentally by a lot of men and my instinct was screaming at me that this was just another man who was trying to manipulate me. "I'm not playing a game with you Daisy, I just want to know." I raised my gaze to meet his once again and there was the sincerity in his eyes I knew him to have. My mind began to relax and I started to let my guard down. "I'm not very good with men," I let out a deep sigh, "I've been played with, I've been used, I've put myself in situations I thought I'd never be in. Plus I'm not exactly the most social person, I'm shy and somewhat awkward. And you're so experienced with these things and all I know is what I've read, researched, and what you've told me. You are most likely not attracted to me in that way, which is completely understandable. I'm sure you want a submissive that is experienced, not someone you have to train and ease in to the lifestyle. Plus, look at me, I'm not exactly drop dead gorgeous or someone's dream woman. I'm chubby and frumpy, you could do so much better than this." Pointing at myself to enforce my point, I saw a stern look cross his face. He sat back in his seat crossing his arms. "Daisy," he said in a stern tone I hadn't heard before while bringing one of his hands up to his chin, "You make some very good points. I know you're not experienced, and yes I could go find a more experienced submissive. Someone who knows the lifestyle, someone who wouldn't ask quite as many questions, or someone who knows exactly what they want and how they want it. Those types of submissives are a dime a dozen, that's not a good thing, it's not a bad thing, it's just a fact. However, it's also a fact that everyone has to start somewhere, and if I were to turn down someone simply because they weren't experienced what kind of dom would I be?" Putting his leg down he leaned forward letting this elbows rest on his knees. "This lifestyle is not a one time class, it's a constant education. Yes, you are a novice but that doesn't mean we couldn't learn things together. I'll be the first person to tell you that I don't know everything there is to know, I'm constantly learning just like you are and always should." He leaned forward a little more making sure he held eye contact with me. "You are right in saying you aren't good with men. I can tell that much because you don't think I'm attracted to you. You don't notice the way I look at you, the way I compliment you, the way I make time for you. I am attracted to you, very much. It's been a long time since I've found a woman who interests me the way you do. I think you're absolutely stunning, you're kind, you're sweet, and you have a wonderful sense of humor. I'd like very much to be your teacher, your dom. I'm well aware it will be a slow process, but I'm a patient man, I don't want to rush you into something that you don't want to do or something that you don't fully understand. I'm not looking to take advantage of you. I'm a dom, but I'm also a person and I realize you have emotions, needs, and wants just as I do." "I want your trust, your complete submission. But I'm not going to force it, I'm not going to pressure you, I'm not going to set a time limit. If and when you decide to give me your trust and your submission I promise you I will not take that responsibility lightly. I will never make you question whether it was the right thing to do. But you also have to earn my trust, and show me that it is placed in the right hands. Communication is a must, honest communication. I know you're shy and we'll work on that, but I want you to be able to trust me enough to know that it's okay to tell me no, or when you're feeling uncomfortable and I want to be be able to trust that you're not doing things just to please me or because you think that's what I want. You are a beautiful and rare find, Daisy, I can't let you slip away." I let out a huge breath, realizing that I had been holding it while I was focusing on what Gregory was saying. I sat in stunned silence as I tried to take in everything he said. Sitting across from me was this genuine, patient man, waiting for a response but not urging it before I was ready to give it. "Gregory, I... I don't know what to say..." I looked down at my hands as I started to rub my pinky again. "Just yes or no," His tone softened, "I just want to know if it's something you're interested in exploring. If it's overwhelming, if you need time to think about it that's perfectly fine. If you want to hold off and continue to be friends, that's fine as well. If, however, you want me like I want you we can take things slow, open that line of communication, extend that line of education, and figure out how we can make things work between us." "I... do... want you," I managed to squeak out, "I'm just nervous and I think I need some time to think about what it all means, and weigh the pros and cons of it." He leaned back in his chair with a somewhat proud smile on his face, "You're a smart woman Daisy, you take all the time you need and I'll be ready for your response once you've decided. Until then I'm more than happy to continue to be your friend." |