Sugar

You are quiet as we drive through the darkness. My breathe is short as street lights pass overhead. The underbust corset is tight and my pulse races. Your collar feels tighter around my neck than normal but I feel sure it is my nervousness. I close my eyes, breathe deeply, and silently will myself to relax.

You reach over, place your hand on my thigh. I jump slightly but you tell me, ‘Relax, sugar’. The word seems to lick at every inch of my skin. I melt. Everytime. I sigh and do your bidding.

After parking, you open my door. I place my hand in yours and feel my legs weaken. I am glad you are holding me so I remember to breathe. We’ve been to the club before in clothes suitable for clubbing but not true dungeon attire. And certainly not with my naughty bits exposed.

You take my coat and ask for my skirt. Only my corset and boots remain. My nipples harden in the cool air and I feel my pussy flood. You smile at me. I stand a little straighter and breathe a little easier. I only desire to make you proud. 

Entering the dungeon, I follow as you stop to observe a few scenes. Through lowered eyes, my face flushes excitedly as I watch a submissive receive a caning. I can almost feel the bite of the cane on my flesh. You watch me for a moment and softly say, ‘The night is early, sugar’. My stomach flip-flops. I have no idea what you have planned for me. For us.

You find a comfortable chair near a corner and instruct me to kneel at your feet on a nearby cushion. After a moment, you ask me to bring you something to drink. My heart pounds as I walk through the crowd to the dining room. I am one of many subs in the dungeon but feel as if I’m the only one naked and exposed. Vulnerable. And yet, I know you are watching me. I am safe. I am free to please you Sir.

Returning with your neat scotch and, after your nod, I return to my cushion. You reach over and absent-mindedly caress my breast. I’m happy that I accomplished my mission and you are pleased. You tear me from my reverie with an unexpected pinch to the underside of my breast.

“Yes, Sir?” I squeak.

“Your knees are to be spread. Wide,” you demand. “Everyone in this room should be able to see your excitement at serving your Master.”

I quickly comply. My face is hot as my pussy lips cool in the air. I can feel the dampness coating them. Everyone will know that I am naughty. I am shameless. I close my eyes to hide and the room spins.

“Open ‘em, sugar. Open your eyes and see the desire,” you say.

I scan the room and see a couple Doms observing us. I remain still as you stroke and pinch my breasts. Breathing has become difficult and the corset tightens. I know and hope I will have marks to admire for the next few days.

“Let me help you, sugar,” as you guide me to a kneeling position facing you. “Maybe it will be easier if you can’t see them watching you. Watching you pleasure your Master.”

I can only nod as I unbutton your pants. I am frightened but I need to please you. It isn't pride, it is hardwired into me. I need you to make me feel you. Your cock is hot and reassuring and I can focus on your pleasure and not the eyes that dive into my modesty. Pressing your cock to my cheek, I am consoled. I gently lick the pre-come and draw you into my mouth. I allow myself to become intoxicated with your smell, your taste, your hardness.

Stroking my hair, “I did not give you permission to close your knees. Open them wide for your audience,” you command. “Let them see what I know to be true.”

Obeying, my face burns and tears threatened to spill from my eyes. I now feel the dampness on my thighs. My pussy drips shamelessly. For all to see. I press my tongue against your cock to keep from sobbing aloud. I revel in the feeling of your pulse as I push myself down on you and fight my gag reflex.

Your firm grip in my hair pulls me from your cock, I gasp and face you. Tears now roll down my face as I feel my wetness drip further down my thighs. You softly play with my breasts and nipples as I look deeply into the darkness of your eyes. The darkness there calms me as you say, “You have pleased me, sugar. You have obeyed me as I pushed you.”

Your finger trails my cheek and jaw. “I will now push you further and I know that you will follow my instructions without fail.” I pray that I can complete your request.

I am soothed by your voice as you continue, “You will have no fear. Only the satisfaction of pleasing your Master.”

I am hypnotized by your eyes. Your sureness. I will do anything to please you Sir. I belong to you. My heart, my soul, my body.

“Now you will continue to pleasure me. You will not remove your mouth until I give you permission. For any reason. You will await my instruction,” you tell me flatly.

Nodding numbly, I return my mouth to your cock. I breathe deeply, close my eyes and feel the pulse of your cock against my lips. There is nothing else. I sense you sipping your drink and gesture to someone. I have no fear. Only trust in you.

Startled, I feel a hand stroke my ass but I will not disappoint you. Another hand touches the wetness that has dripped down my thigh and follows the trail to my pussy. I feel adrenaline race through my body and am light-headed. My mind reminds me that your pleasure and orders are all that matter. I wish only to please you.

Fingers push inside and my pussy flutters. I hear a deep voice say approvingly, “Very wet. ” More fingers stretch me and I struggle to keep from pressing against them. It will not please you if I am distracted from your pleasure. The fingers stroke my clit and my battle to remain still is almost lost. I gag as I push my mouth down on your cock further to ensure I am pleasing you.

“Nice,” the voice purrs.

Your hand brushes by hair. The fingers thrust inside me repeatedly and then leave. I hear a whistle and then the sharp sting of a cane on my ass. I moan and focus on your taste. The presence of your cock consumes me. My ears buzz and I hear only my breathing. 

Again, the bite of the cane finds it way to my thighs. I suck harder, drawing you into me. The cane taps against my ass and then tickles my pussy.  I am grounded only by your cock. I silently beg myself to remain worthy of you.

The cane searches again for a weakness. Harder. Quicker. My ass, thighs and pussy lips are hot. There is only the cane and your pulsing cock. I feel your orgasm approach as you swell in my mouth. The cane is no longer gentle but punishing my tender white skin. I feel the stripes grow with each additional strike. The cane searches and finds the already sensitive areas and threatens my resolve. You growl, hold me against you and empty into my mouth. The cane continues as I gulp your seed. Tears stream from my eyes as I soften into the cane. The world disappears around me. I am nothing. 

You pull me from your cock and rest my head upon your chest. The cane is gone. I feel slightly disappointed and relieved at the same time. You tell me to straighten your clothes and return to my place at your feet. My knees are spread and I am yours to display. We resume watching the dungeon scenes in front of us as you slowly finish your drink.

Eventually, you stand and take my hand. I float through the space and quietly accept my outerwear from you to depart.

In the car, watching the street lights pass, you stroke my thigh and tell me, “I am pleased, sugar.”