Gift of Submission
Keywords: Submission, of, Gift,
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Steam billowed from the tub and fogged up the mirrors as the water poured from the faucet. I let it get about half full before I turned off the taps and stepped into the oversized tub. After soaking in the warm water for a bit, I grabbed the shaving cream and razor and got to work. It was Valentine's Day, and I would be spending the night with my guy. Even though we had been seeing each other for six months, I had not yet earned the right to call him my master.
Our relationship developed slowly, and even though we did things normal couples do, the current of my submission was always present. He tested me daily, and I yearned to please him. I wanted nothing more than have the honor of wearing his collar around my neck. I had learned much from him over the months and discovered things about myself I wasn't previously aware of. Until we spent our first night together, I hadn't known that pain was like a drug to me. It was my pleasure and in giving of myself wholly to him, I gave my pleasure to him.
He made the instructions for the night clear and simple. Bathe and shave before his arrival and be naked and waiting on my knees beside my bed at six o'clock sharp. He possessed a key to my apartment, so he would let himself in. There had been some previous discussion of our Valentine's Day plans. There were lines we had yet to cross, and he felt as though it was time. Tonight, he would use me in every way he chose, and I will give it to him willingly, my full submission my gift to him for Valentine's.
After making sure there were no stray hairs, I rinsed off and stepped out of the tub. I knew the time neared for him to arrive, so I grabbed a fluffy towel and dried the droplets of water from my body. Padding out of the bathroom, I checked the clock and gasped to see it read 5:59. I ran to the side of my bed and fell to my knees, my legs hitting the carpet as the clock switched to six. I'd barely made it in time. I struggled to quell my racing heart as I heard the sound of a key in the lock.
He did not enter the room immediately. Instead, I heard him banging around in the kitchen and wondered what he was doing. I knew I couldn't let my curiosity get the better of me, so I waited patiently until he appeared in the doorway.
"Valentine's Day just wouldn't be the same without chocolate," he quipped as he stepped into the room. Noticing the bottle of chocolate syrup in his hand, I pondered which of us would be feasting on the sweet. He tossed the bottle onto the bed and walked into the bathroom to grab a towel. Spreading it out onto the floor in front of me, he unfastened his pants and let them fall to the floor and then stripped off his underwear and stepped out of both of them.
He stood on the towel, his semi-hard cock right in front of my face. Grabbing the bottle, he pulled the top open and squirted chocolate syrup onto his cock, coating the head and shaft in the syrup.
"Take your treat," he said, "and make sure you get the cream at the end."
With my hands clasped behind my back, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. The syrup tasted sweet and rich on my tongue as I flicked it over the head. My lips glided down the shaft, pushing chocolate forward as they moved. Knowing he expected me to get all the syrup, I pulled off his cock and ran my tongue over the velvet skin. He groaned as I licked over his balls, slurping up the chocolate that had dripped there. Once I was satisfied the chocolate had been removed from the lower part of his shaft, I kissed back to his tip and then wrapped my lips around his head and glided down his now rock hard cock.
His fingers tangled in my auburn locks and he used my hair as leverage to push me on and pull me off his cock. I sucked eagerly as he fucked my mouth, his cock plunging deep, the fat head bumping against the back of my throat. He groaned as my mouth and tongue ravished his cock, and I felt him stiffen against my lips. Hot come gushed into my mouth, and I swallowed rapidly, trying to ensure that not a drop escaped from my lips. Once his release faded, he withdrew from me, his cock coming out of my mouth with a wet pop.
"Get up on the bed and lie on your back."
I scrambled to my feet and climbed onto the bed. It dipped beneath his weight as he leaned on one knee to fasten my hands into the restraints already buckled onto the headboard. He followed suit with my ankles and left me spread eagled on the bed as he exited the room. I only had to wait a few moments before he returned. While gone, he had removed his shirt, and he held a long-stemmed red rose in one hand and a small bag in the other as he entered the bed room.
Moaning softly, I arched into his touch as he dragged the soft petals up my belly and ran the rose in circles around my taut nipples before moving back down my belly and gliding them over my pussy lips. He smiled at me and turned the rose over in his hand, holding it just below the bloom and I tensed with anticipation of what was to come. The thorns scratched over my belly, leaving light pink marks on my skin, and I gasped as the sting radiated through me. He dragged it in slow arcs before grasping one nipple between forefinger and thumb and pinching firmly, and I groaned as pain shot through my body. Pulling at the nipple, he lifted my breast by the stretched peak and ran the thorny stem over the underside.
I shivered at the sensation and heat suffused me, spreading from my breast straight down to my pussy. He repeated the action with my other breast, leaving pink trail marks where the thorns scraped over my skin. My breathing quickened as desire swept over me. The prickly thorns disappeared and were once again replaced by the soft petals gliding softly over the pink scratches. I shuddered as the soft bloom slid between my legs to tickle my labia. When I saw him reverse the stem in his hand, I held my breath.
It burst from my lips with a soft whoosh as the thorns scratched over my inner thighs. I could smell the scent of my arousal as he drew the thorns over my sensitive skin. When he dragged the stem over my pussy lips, I sucked in a breath and whimpered as the thorns lightly grazed over them. When the softness of the bloom returned to sweep over my pussy, I moved what little I could and flexed into the touch. He drew the petals up and down my pussy and then brought the rose to my nose. I smelled the fragrance of the flower mingled with the essence of myself from the juices that had gathered on the tips of the petals.
He tossed the rose aside, and I gasped as two fingers plunged deep into my pussy. He withdrew them and brought them to my lips, and I opened willingly and licked them clean. Opening the bag he had set on the bed, he pulled out a tube of lube and a butt plug and my eyes widened. Unfastening the ankle straps from the bed, he repositioned them so they were now tied to the headboard and I lay restrained with my legs pushed back over my chest and my ass raised just slightly off the bed. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was a bit awkward though it left my ass and pussy opened and exposed fully for him.
"Just relax," he said as he squirted lube onto two fingers and rubbed them against my asshole. We'd done finger play before, but we'd not gone any further... until now. I moaned as he pushed one finger into my ass, twisting it as he slid it in deep. He moved it around a bit, stretching my tight hole before pushing the second finger into me. He twisted them both around, ensuring the lube covered my anal passage before withdrawing them. Grabbing the plug, he coated it with lube and pressed the tip against my ass.
I breathed deeply and fought against the urge to tense up as he put steady pressure on the base of the plug. I felt my ass open and stretch as the toy slid slowly into me. The slow burn of my ass being filled radiated to my pussy, and I groaned as the widest part of the plug pressed into my ass and then my hole suddenly closed over it as it rested fully inside me. The intense feeling of being so full washed over me, and I squirmed a little as I attempted to adjust to the sensation.
He stood on his knees and rubbed his cock over my slick pussy lips, and I grunted when he smacked his shaft against the soft folds. My pussy throbbed and I flexed my hips to signal my need and then gasped as the movement made my ass muscles tighten around the plug. He smiled down at me and pushed his fat head against the pink entrance of my pussy. A loud moan tore from lips as he plunged forward, and I felt as though I had been stuffed full. With both his cock and the plug deep inside me, I was filled like never before and pleasure rippled through me.
He leaned forward, reaching between my legs for my breasts and squeezed them roughly as he fucked me, his cock thrusting deep into my pussy with each forceful stroke. His fingers pinched and tugged on my nipples, sending aching pleasure through me. Each time he slammed into me, he pushed against the plug, and it sent hot bolts of electricity straight to my pussy.
The intense pressure built within me, and I felt myself hurtling towards the edge when he pulled his cock from my pussy. I whimpered in protest but my whimper changed to a loud moan when he grasped the base of the plug and slid it from my ass. He coated his cock with lube and placed the tip at my asshole, but I no longer feared it. He pushed forward and I rocked against him as the delicious burning spread through my ass. My hole stretched even wider as his thick cock inched into my tight passage.
Once he was fully inside, he stopped for a moment before beginning to slowly fuck me. He placed his hand on my mound, and I gasped as his fingers smacked against my lips. The blow vibrated through my clit, and I shuddered with pleasure. He continued to lightly smack over my clit as he plunged into my ass, the thrusts gaining speed as his control began to slip.
The constant stimulation of my clit drove me wild, and I writhed in my restraints as I tried to grind against him.
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Keywords: Submission, of, Gift,