Tramp Stamp

Tramp Stamp (bi)

She liked being subservient and I liked being dominant. It wasn't that she did it for me. It was wired into her psyche. On the other hand I did it for her. If she didn't have the desire to serve I would have been very happy with a traditional equal relationship.  

And I'm also not saying this defined our whole relationship. It was mostly how we did it in the bedroom.  

Now, I did enjoy how she was so willing to make my sexual needs her priority. Like, on a typical night I would ask "Are you ready, slave?

And she would answer, "Yes, Master." if she was.  

Then I could follow my whims. If I wanted a blowjob I could just say, "Suck my cock, slave." And she would do it. It thrilled her to be called a slave. She craved being told what to do. She wanted to be controlled.  

It was a rare moment when she might decline: If she had a headache or something. Then she would say, "I'm sorry, but my head's killing me, Andy."

We never tried the roles any other way. As much as I was not a natural dom I was absolutely not subservient.  

Sexually I was completely satisfied. But Rosalie wanted even more subservience. She wanted me to play up my role. She wanted me to be more dominant and even aggressive. She wanted me to force her to do what I wanted even to the point of physical control. I can't say I understood what drove her.

I tried talking down to her but it took some effort. I would grab her and put her in the positions I wanted, but she always felt I was too gentle.  

So one day we saw this couple walking down the street. Rosalie whispered to me, "She's a sub." I looked, and maybe she was right. But maybe they were just a normal couple.  

"What makes you say that?"

"Hmmm, she only looks at him when he talks to her. He always speaks first. She's wearing an ankle bracelet with a tiny silver lock on it and her tramp stamp says 'force me'." She was just a touch smug, "That's what."

"Huh, I bet you're right. Wanna talk to them?"

"Not on your life. You're all I need. But I'm jealous."

I laughed, "You're a thousand times better looking than her."

"That's not what I mean. He controls her more than you control me."

We were walking past a tattoo parlor a few minutes later, "OK, go get that same tattoo right now." Then I remembered to add, "I command you."

First her face dropped. Then she got excited, "Let's go!"

However, when push came to shove she couldn't follow through. We were in there for forty-five minutes picking out a design and a font. But in the end she was too afraid. Finally, Rosalie squeezed my hand, "Andy. I can't do it. Will you forgive me?"

I hugged my darling, "Of course." Then, yet again, I remembered what she wanted, "But you've earned a spanking." 

She smiled widely with a twinkle in her eye, "Really? You've never spanked me."

"I know. I'm trying to get better." And I was trying. It wasn't natural to me but I became obsessed with getting better.

At home I played my role, "Strip, slave!" A minute later she was standing before me nude with a bowed head.  

I sat on a kitchen chair and motioned for her to lay across my lap. I could read the sexual exhilaration in every movement of her body. With her bum up and her head down, my hand rested lightly on her cheeks as I got the nerve to hit her. Meanwhile, I could feel the moisture building up on my thigh under her pussy.  

I lifted my hand high, "You wasted my time." Then I brought it down fast, but hesitated at the last second diminishing the blow. It still hit her with a resounding whack!

She yelped. And a moment later she was teary eyed and snot nosed. I scrambled to lift her up. Looking in her smudged eyes I begged, "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"

"Oh, Andy it hurt so much! I didn't know what it would be like."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

She hugged me back, "Don't be sorry. I want to get better at taking it. Promise you'll spank me again?"

Holding her close I patted her rump symbolically, "As soon as I'm ready." I pushed her toward the kitchen table trying my best to be rough, "Bend over so I can look at the red handprint on your perfect ass while I fuck you!"

I plowed her cunt thirty or forty times until I had a wicked idea, "Pull your cheeks apart, slave." She grasped her creamy buns and pulled.  

Gazing at her delectable asshole I declared, "I'm gonna do something to your bung. Are you ready?"

"Yes, master. Whatever you will."

I wanted to ring her chute in tiny circles with a gentle finger. But I thought better and first spit on it loudly before working my thumb as far in as it would go. I have to admit, it had the desired effect and made me cum right away.

When I pulled out, my cum leaked from her used hole, hitting the floor with a splat. "Clean that up! Did my slave cum? Does she want to?"

Naked on her hands and knees she wiped the floor with some paper towels, "I got something better, Sir."

We snuggled on the couch watching NCIS after that, "Andy, you're the best boyfriend in the world."

I pulled her closer, "Thanks Rosalie. You're the best too."

A couple days later the package I'd ordered for her arrived, "Rosalie, would you come here please." I was excited to show her what I'd got.  

Cutting open the box she asked, "What is it?"

"You'll see, slave. I want you to put one of them on right away. No wait, you MUST go put one on right away."

When she saw the rub-on tattoos she shrieked, "It's the best ever!" Holding one up to admire the decal she read the gothic tramp stamp, "Force me". Then she ran off to the mirror by our bed to apply it.  

It looked amazing and we both agreed on how great it was. I told her, "Doggy style is going to be the only way we fuck for the next week. When you suck my cock I want you to make sure your back is arched and your ass held up high. And when I eat you to orgasm I'm gonna do it from behind."

I tossed her 'violently' onto the bed and screwed her brains out. She was definitely more orgasmic than usual. And I came twice.  

Then we slept the satisfied sleep of lovers. What I didn't notice was that one of the extra decals was in our bed and I slept on it all night long. I had no idea that I was the proud owner of a beautiful "force me" tattoo, albeit temporary.  

So anyway, the next day on my way home from work I decided to stop at the local adult bookstore to do some research.  

I perused sexy costumes, essential oils, vibrators, lingerie, and many more items, including movie titles. All the dom/sub movies were in one aisle, in one bay.  

I was kneeling on the concrete floor reading the back jacket for, "Master/Servant a Slave's Journey" when a couple behind me struck up a conversation with me. The first thing I noticed was the anklet on the woman's sexy ankle. Appraising her from foot to head she was quite pretty. A leather choker connected her to the man via a chain.  

I thought about how much Rosalie would really like that. I could lead her around our apartment, maybe give it a jerk if she were naughty. Why hadn't I thought of that before? I was a bad dom.

The woman was silent, but the towering man spoke to me, "That's a good movie. Are you renting it for your Master?"

"Uh, no. Rosalie, um, I don't have a Master. I'm just doing research." 

"Come with us. We'll teach you what you need to know." I desperately needed to learn more.  

I walked along with them as he lectured, "The Master needs to be confident, not like a sub. I can see you're not confident. The sub gains security from the dom's strength. It's his or her job to protect, teach, and discipline subs for their own good. Any questions?"

"Is she your sub?"

"One of them. Go in there. We'll watch that movie you were looking at and explain how stuff works."

I was hesitant. Yet I wanted to learn how to be a good dom. I stopped at the doorway to the booth since I hardly knew these people. Then he pushed the woman, who bumped into me, propelling us all into the dark cubby.  

She put some money into the slot then chose the movie I'd been considering. A dungeon appeared on screen. In the first scene a man with a huge cock pretended to whip a naked woman with a prop cat-o-nine tails.  

The Master proclaimed, "A lot of the lifestyle is real but some things need to be imaginary." When I turned back the woman had the front of her blouse open with big firm jugs out on display.  

I didn't want it to happen but my dick sprang to life in my pants. "Kiss them!" He said. And he shoved me toward her cleavage. I wasn't expecting that and fell into her bosom. He kept talking, "They're the best. Aren't they?"

I didn't want to be rude, "Very nice." I tried to straighten up, resisting his continued pushing on my back.  

"Don't be shy. She's here to show off. I want you to do it."

I had a girlfriend. But my dick took control of me and I found myself kissing between her boobs, then actually sucking pointy nipples. "See we're teaching you already. You're gonna be fantastic in a Master/dom relationship." I vowed I was NOT going to fuck this woman.  

One of his hands touched her shoulder lightly, "I'm ready to fuck your mouth."

Immediately, she dropped to her knees, dutifully just holding her mouth open for him. Then, just barely touching my shoulder, he winked at me, "We're ready for some good facefucking now?"

"Wait. I want to ask some questions first." 

He nodded once as if to say, "Go ahead."

"Does it hurt?"

He told her to answer and she looked up at me, "It hurts very good. But I love him and I want his cock all the way down."

"Oh, I meant the collar. Does the collar hurt?"

He removed the collar from her and handed it to me, "Check it out for yourself."

I turned it over in my hands examining the leather. Meanwhile I heard the slave gagging and when I looked down he was running what must've been an eight inch fleshy pipe through the opening to her throat. He didn't stop reaming her at all as he suggested I try on the collar to really know how it would feel.

I was awestruck by how violent it looked. I thought, "This must be what Rosalie wants from me." Then I asked, "How about that? Does that hurt? I fastened the collar on my neck, sliding it around to see if it would dig into Rosalie's skin.  

The Master laid his hand on my shoulder again, "We already told you." He was right and I nodded, "So does she really like to be forced?"

"Being forced seems to be your main interest. Right?"

"Yes. It's important I find out all about it."

She tugged on the chain from down on the floor as her Master explained, "The chain is symbolic. You'll see. The sub obeys because it fills a need, not because of any real force. You have a need, don't you? And the best way to get answers about force is to follow along for perspective."

She kept tugging, gently but insistently, and I allowed her to bring me down to the sticky floor next to her where I could watch what he did to her with more perspective. "I DO need to know, for Rosalie."

"Rosalie? Is that what the tattoo is about?" Then he quoted it and I failed to recognize that he should not have known what her tattoo said. I only heard the guttural sound of a cock ramming into a throat right next to me and his voice quoting, "Force me."

"We'll teach you about force. For Rosalie. But I thought you didn't have a master. I bet you want a thrilling Master/sub relationship with her. Right?" I agreed. Then he asked, "Are you Ready?" 

Next, he spoke to his slave, "You can stop now, Linda. Help me show him."

I was thinking, "So she's a real person, with a real name." And "Man, that's a big cock up close."

In the next instant he tugged on the chain with his left hand, drew me in with his right hand, while Linda pushed on my head from behind. It was so sudden. And together they were so strong.  

Master's cock went straight into my mouth. Before I could even struggle it was right back out again and he was talking to me while soft hands stroked my dick through my pants. What a lesson! I could imagine exactly how Rosalie would feel.

He asked, "Is that the way Rosalie would like it?"

The question rocked my mind, as I considered that it WAS the way she would like it! I could get a collar for her. I could shove it in so fast she couldn't stop me if she wanted to.

Caught up in the excitement I told them, "That's exactly how she would want it! Probably longer and deeper." I was learning so much, "And if Linda's right, she would want it to hurt a little." Then I shifted gears, about to explain that I was more of a dom in training. That Rosalie was my sub. However, they surprised me again.  

He pulled hard. She pushed harder. Together they drove Master's cock all the way down my throat. Like to the hilt. All in one go. Immediately, I started to choke and almost retched up lunch. Master held my lips firmly to his stomach, hunching at my face to get an additional half inch down my throat. "Does Rosalie have a strap on?" He was still for a short time then yanked it away.  

Meanwhile, Linda had moved my hands behind my back and cuffed them there with harsh metal handcuffs.  

I could barely talk, "No, she doesn't. She's a sub..."

Then they forced my head onto the fleshy pole another time, "A Co-Master is someone who is a Master over her own sub while still being a servant to the top Master. Like Linda here."

I couldn't stop turning over the permutations, the different possible relationships, in my head. Rosalie would never want to be a Co-Master. She just wanted to be a sub so she could be controlled.

Master grabbed my head and started pulling me in, then pushing me out, rocking me back and forth on his huge yet spongy club. When my eyes watered I knew I was doing a good job. I was learning so much and now I knew I really should make Rosalie's eyes water too.  

I tapped on his thighs frantically when I discovered that I needed to breathe, "Hold on. I get to decide when you've had enough. The very air you breathe is in the control of your Master. And I say when you've had enough now." 

He withdrew his log from me, letting me fall backwards onto Linda, gasping and sucking in huge lungfuls of precious air.

Looking at me with both a cold stare and a warm smile he continued expounding on what was possible, "Rosalie and another Master could put you on your knees and really teach you about force and subservience."

I braced myself against Linda's nude chest, then replied, "Oh no. Rosalie is MY sub. I'm the Master."

He started wiping his spit-shined cock all over my face, "Not a very good master then. You've gotta be stronger and tougher to be a good Master." 

He held the tip of his dick against my lip, "Lick it!" And I did. I licked the whole knob, swirling around and ending with a slurp.

"Still think you're a Master?"

I know I am. I have to be, to make Rosalie happy!"

"Then why are you handcuffed on your knees letting me face fuck you?"

"Because I don't know how to make her satisfied and I'm learning so much."

He slapped my face with the wet beast then stuffed it back inside, "Then fight me." And he pistoned my face at about a million miles a minute before pulling it out all dripping with my spit and mucus.  

"No! I won't fight you. How else can I see what she needs from me?"

My jaw was sore and my mouth hung open from exhaustion so it was real easy for him when he started fucking me again, "You're weak! You're a sub! You'll never make a sub happy!" 

It was then that I had a breakthrough: It took a lot of strength for me to put up with the abuse and it was all worth it if I could make my girl happy.  

Master kept pummeling my oral pussy until with a grunt he unloaded a torrent of cum that coated both my mouth and his jack hammering cock.

When he was thoroughly spent he leaned back telling me to admire the sodden cock that had given me so much.  

And it had given me a lot. That last statement was a stroke of genius which only affirmed how much more I could learn from him. Swallowing the vestiges of the crap in my mouth I said, "I'm gonna become a good dom with or without you. And you've showed me so much already. The best was that as a Master I have to help my sub be strong enough to accept being forced."

I wiped my face, "Can I have another lesson next week?"

He looked surprised, "Then put away his junk, and leaving the booth, grumbled, "Be here at five!"

I went right out to the store where I picked out a pair of handcuffs, a length of rope, and nipple clips. Then I put them all back. Giving Rosalie what she wanted wouldn't require any props. I just needed to understand her deep down in her soul.  

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