Following Your Instructions

I follow your instructions, Sir. I go to the adult toy store were you purchased the collar and I find, not one, but two goodies that I hope you’ll like. Something fun but maybe a little devious too. An anal plug with something akin to kegel balls inside. The balls have some weight to them and move as the wearer moves forcing the muscles to react by squeezing tighter. The woman behind the counter tells me that it is a brand new item and should be fun for both men and women. I smile and think to myself that I might have gotten myself into more trouble than I realize.

Boarding the 3-hour flight home, I settled into my upgraded seat (all those business trips are good for something). Glad to have a big seat, the window, my Kindle and my earphones so I can avoid any conservation with my neighbor. I’m looking forward to feeling your power engulfing me again in a few short hours.

The seat beside me remains empty until the door closes. Then a tall man walks confidently in, puts his bag above and sits. I’m focused on my Kindle (admittedly, a rather racy book by one of my favorite BDSM authors) and sending the ‘don’t try to talk to me’ signals. I’m pretty sure I’m not of much interest anyway as I’m traveling casually. No makeup. Blonde hair pulled back into a simple braid. T-shirt and jeans.

Once in the air, he orders vodka and tonic. I order gin and tonic. He turns and smiles at me. “I’m Graham”, he pauses. “Gin and tonic. More classic.” “Yes. I agree,” I respond with a smile. I felt his eyes assessing me. “More aromatic.” While we quietly eat dinner, I make sure my wedding ring is noticeable. The unassuming steel ring that binds me to you Sir.

I pull out my laptop to do a little work. I see that you are also online and I greet you. “Did you follow my instructions?” “Yes, Sir,” I promptly respond.

“What did you buy me?” Acutely aware of my neighbor, I turn down the brightness and turn slightly in an attempt to hide my screen. I describe the toy briefly. “Tell me more,” you ask. I’m blushing, “Can I tell you when I land, Sir?” “Why?," you ask. I explain about Graham. “Oh? You know his name”.  I blush harder and hope that I haven’t disappointed you. I explain that he introduced himself. You press harder, asking me what else has happened.

I explain about the drink conversation and that I felt him checking me out. I quickly add that I’m not done up to warrant such attention.  There is no immediate response from you. I’m waiting, trying to be calm.

Finally, a message appears. “Give your laptop to him.” I can’t believe my eyes. What!?! “Sir?,” I ask. “You understand me,” you respond quickly. “And tell him that your Master wishes to converse with him.”

I pause. I turn to Graham and tell politely tell him that my Master wishes to chat with him. I'm red. His eyes narrow and he takes my laptop. I avert my eyes since I’m sure you do not wish me to see the conversation. After what seems like forever, Graham returns the laptop to me. You are there. “Follow his instructions. Do not hesitate.”

I look up at Graham expectedly. He smiles. “Where is the new toy?,” he asks. I’m suddenly hotter and redder than I have ever imagined. I whisper, “My laptop bag.” “Naughty girl,” he grinned. I look down. I feel your presence surrounding me.

“Take it out. Go to the lavatory and place it where it belongs,” he tells me. Adding quietly, “In your lovely ass.”

The breathe leaves me and I stand to step over Graham. He grabs my arm, pulls me down and adds, “Shame you have jeans on. Remove your bra.”

I stumble to the small room and pull the toy out of the box, grateful that I left it in the black bag from the store. I look at the toy and wonder how to lubricate the toy. “Your pussy, sugar,” I hear your voice inside my head. I’m soaked. Of course, you Sir, would know that I would be at this time.

I push the toy inside me and feel it’s power. Your power. I resist the temptation to play for too long and push it slowly inside the part of my snug body you and Graham desire.

I return to the seat and swiftly tuck my bra into my bag. Graham smiles and tells me that we will be landing soon, while leaning over to pinch my freed nipples. I submit and feel the kegels shifting inside. My panties are drenched.

I quietly sit while Graham softly tells me how he would use me. I’m dizzy and cannot remember how I got to this moment. I know you expect me to make you proud.

We land and walk towards the train. As I turn to go to baggage claim, Graham grabs me and smothers me with a kiss. Almost like the ones you give me. Graham tries to own me for the moment and slowly reaches up to pinch my left nipple. All I feel is you, Sir. If his mouth wasn’t holding me, I would squeak.

As quickly as he held me, he releases me, turns and heads to another terminal. I’m on auto-pilot and go to our meeting place, feeling the plug and kegels shifting inside. You see me and hold me tightly. I feel your power, Sir. The scent of you embraces me. "Good girl," you say and my body thrills. "I'm very happy that you followed my instructions." I’m barely standing but follow your guidance into the car.

After a few minutes, you ask, “What other toy did you bring me?”

Steel-Boned Binding

With a smile, you hand me the package that was in the mailbox. I look at the return address and squeal while ripping the package open. Quickly, I hand you the new item and hope for your approval. You smile gently and say, ‘Let’s put you in this”.

Naked from the waist up, I stand before you with the new corset containing me. This one is different though. It has an underbust cut so my breasts and, more importantly, my nipples are accessible to you at all times.

After cinching me to your satisfaction, you stand back to admire your work. I feel confined and exposed at the same time. I lower my eyes while feeling you take stock. My breathing is rapid and shallow. You put the small collar on me; the one that can pass as a fashion statement but has meaning for you and me. My breasts rise and fall with the exhilaration of knowing you are pleased along with the prospective of fulfilling your desires.

You hand me my shirt and tell me to put it on.  Without a bra. I disappointedly comply and go downstairs to make dinner while you assist with homework. Throughout the evening, I am intensely aware of my bare, and constantly erect, nipples rubbing against my shirt. Occasionally, I feel your stare and I have to catch my breathe while my pussy contracts. Bending over requires a little different maneuvering. I am imprisoned by you and feel my thong getting wetter by the moment.

Eventually, our daughter is in bed and you lazily sip scotch while I look at a magazine. I can’t focus on the words on the page. I am impatient and you are enjoying my flushed skin.

Finally, you stand and extend your hand to mine. I am electrified by your touch and follow you quietly to the bedroom. I patiently stand waiting. You are close. Your breath is on my cheek as you stroke a nipple through the fabric. You whisper softly, ‘All off. All except your cage’.  As I follow your order, I feel my skin flush despite the cool air.

Clasping my wrists behind my back, I see you are satisfied. More heat crosses my face. You gently pinch the underside of a breast. Then the other. Again, harder this time. More and more. Harder and harder. I struggle to stand. To breathe. Your hand caresses the corset as it travels down to my hips. A pinch to my thighs. Gasping and trying not to squirm, you continue pinching thighs and breasts at will.

You stop for a moment and I waver. Your steady hand holds my corset-covered waist while the other reaches down to feel my thighs wet with my craving. 

“Good girl. I like that you are wet for your Master.”

The world spins as you place me on the bed. Then, you have stripped and are pushing your cock inside my weeping pussy. I cry out with the suddenness. You grip my waist, tightening the compression, to leverage your position. The restraint of the corset combined with your grip pushes me to the edge.

“Please, please, please”, tumbles out.

“No”, you deny me.

Your strong fingers encircle my throat. I am delirious. Breathless. Panting, I beg again. “Please, Sir”.

You stop and lean in close.  “Who do you belong to?”

Your grip on my throat feels as tight as the corset. I cannot move. Gulping for air, I cry out, “You, Sir”.

You brutally lunge into me. I am sobbing. “You, you, you, you.”

You roar inside me. Clamping your hand over my mouth, you issue your command, “Give me your orgasm”.

I burst within the confines of your control, screaming as I surrender to your demand. My pleasure is yours, Sir.

As surely as the corset binds me, I am bound to you, Sir.

I am yours, Sir.

Distractions

Sometimes life puts distractions in your way: kids, family, running a business, buying groceries, etc. You name it, it can fill your days up, wear you out and leave you with nothing left for yourself. Or for your other self. The self that secretly craves the thrill of knowing you will be punished for doing something right.

My Master and I have had one such month. And while we both missed the prolonged play sessions we regularly enjoy, life didn't allow for one this month. A quick pinch or nibble here and there seemed to be the most we could manage. Even a short play session seemed unobtainable. Until this morning.

It is a weekday but since we both work from home, we sometimes have the advantage of being able to sleep in a bit longer. A groggy snuggle results in a kiss. I love to feel your cock pressing against my ass in the mornings...the promise of your cock inside me. If I'm lucky.

I wiggle against you and we tussle a bit. Hugging. Kissing. Enjoying each other. You sit up and pull me onto your lap. Your kiss includes a bite on my lower lip. A bite that makes my eyes water and my pussy clench. Still trapped by your teeth, I feel your hand wander onto my bare ass, I sense a change in your body as you consider the possibility.

You quickly turn me over onto your knee, moving me so my ass is exposed. I have missed this. You have missed this. The first few slaps don't connect well but then you find the spots. And your rhythm. I squirm and moan. I have forgotten the intense sting of a repeated spanking. You select a spot and focus a few slaps there. It is almost too much. I yell and kick my feet. And yet, I can feel my pussy dripping onto my thighs. You find another location to push my limits and test me. You reach beneath me, find a nipple and squeeze. Another strike to the same location and I scream. Simultaneously, I wish for you to stop while wanting more. You know this and continue striking the tender spots and making them more so.

Please, please, never stop, sir.

But you do stop. Dragging me out of the bed and to the shower. Resting your foot on the edge, you once again drape me over your knee and continue the spanking. With the addition of water, the sting is intensified. I hold onto you tightly and try to keep still so your hand can find it's target with accuracy. I scream louder and toss my head when I can't contain the energy.

Slipping into my pussy with your fingers, you find what you expect. "You are very wet", you state with smug satisfaction. "Yes, sir", I reply with a blush. Removing your hand, you surprise me and push your fingers inside my ass. I moan as you continue the spanking while teasing me. I can feel the edge of orgasm approaching. With your fingers still my my ass, you pull my pussy onto your cock and we both gasp with relief. We are both close but I am not to come without permission. You consume me and as I start to come apart you command me and, seemingly, yourself. "Come!"

Things are as they should be again.
With the right distractions.
Sir