The Baseball Hat

I was running 30 minutes late and I was so mad at myself. I knew that you would first be worried and then irritated. We had a standing date every Thursday from 4-7PM. For three hours, I would be your willing little submissive and you would be my unrelenting dom. We started the standing date about a month ago and it quickly became the highlight of my week. For those three hours I was able to fully let go of all the things rolling around my head and just be guided by you. To be late was unacceptable for both of us. As I walked in, you were standing in front of the door wearing a henley with the sleeves pushed up, long shorts that showed off your toned legs, and a baseball cap. Your arms were crossed and you were not smiling.

"You are 30 minutes late, baby. Does this time mean nothing to you?" you asked sternly. Your gray eyes, usually so warm and kind, were stormy and furrowed. I was immediately self-conscious and looked at my feet.

"I am so sorry, Sir. There was a line at the bank and the post office had only one person working the counter."

"Then you skip the bank and the post office and you get that ass here to me. Your errands can wait. I do not wait."

"I am so sorry, Sir. It won't happen again," I kept my eyes on my feet as you walked over and took my keys and my purse from me and set them on a table in the hallway.

"Last week you were ten minutes late and do you remember how I punished you? Tell me how I punished you and tell me what lesson you were meant to learn. And look into my eyes. No more of this looking down at your feet."

I looked up into your piercing eyes, feeling the intensity of your gaze. "You spanked me for ten minutes, Sir. I was meant to learn to be home, naked, on my knees, and ready for you at 4PM exactly on Thursday evenings," I remembered the handprints and bruises, I felt that spanking for at least two days afterwards.

You looked at your watch, "It is now 4:32. You are not naked, you are not on your knees, and you are certainly not ready for me. I think tonight's session might have to take a different tact."

"Yes, Sir," I was so humbled under the gaze of those steely gray eyes. I looked down at my feet again but quickly remembered your instructions and looked back up at you. You adjusted the baseball cap on your head, frowned, and crossed your arms in front of you. I love when you wear a baseball hat. There is just something casually sexy about the way you wear it. For our dom/sub Thursdays you've tried out several hot outfits, but the henley/baseball cap combo seems to get me the wettest.

"Unacceptable, just fucking unacceptable." You turned your baseball cap backward and walked quickly toward me, forcing me backwards until I was against the wall, you put your hands on the wall behind me, pinning me in your arms. "Look into my eyes, babygirl. My instructions were very clear." I started trembling, not from fear, but because looking into your eyes made me feel stripped, exposed, and vulnerable. Usually on Thursdays I had more time to mentally prepare myself to submit to you, to get in the headspace of your willing submissive. But this lateness was my fault, and now I was doubly caught off guard by my unpreparedness and your intense response. I looked up into your eyes. "That's it, baby, look at me. I want to know you are listening to me, that you understand me."

"Yes, Sir," my voice caught a little.

You placed a gentle but firm hand on my throat and pushed your knee between my legs, forcing them apart, "Keep those legs apart, baby, you know better than to keep your legs closed around me." I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. I felt myself getting so wet, so aroused. You knew I would instantly flood my panties by wearing that baseball cap, and pushing me up against the wall reminded me who controlled that wetness. You leaned down close to me, almost as though you were going to kiss me, I opened my mouth ready to receive a kiss, but you teased me with your lips, not quite touching mine. I felt your warm breath on my mouth and cheeks and craved your lips on mine so desperately. You smiled at my eagerness. Keeping a firm hand on my throat, you whispered in my ear, "The time for excuses and talking is over. Now, you are going to say nothing and follow my instructions to the letter. Nod your understanding," I nodded. "Good. You are going to remove all your clothes and sit on your knees and you will keep your eyes on me. Nod your understanding." I nodded again. "I am going to make you wait on your knees for me. Your legs will start to ache. Your back will start to hurt. But you will wait until I say it is time, do you understand?" I nodded again. You stepped away and I began to take off my shirt, my jeans, my shoes, bra, and panties. You pulled up a chair and sat down, watching me undress. When I was naked and exposed, I got on my knees and folded my hands in my lap.

"Keep your eyes on me. Do not look away," you turned the baseball hat back around and stood up. You began taking your clothes off slowly. You pulled off your shirt, kicked off your shoes, unbuttoned your shorts and stood in your boxers and that damn hat. I stared up at you while you rubbed your cock through your boxers. I wanted you so badly in that moment. I wanted to please you. I wanted to crawl to you and feel your kiss. I wanted to take your perfect cock out and lusciously suck it until you spilled down my throat. I wanted you to bend me over and fuck me and fuck me until I forgot my name. I felt my eyes fill with tears of longing and my mouth salivating for you. I could smell you, I could sense your warm body, I could almost taste you. A single tear fell down my cheek.

"It doesn't feel good, does it, disappointing me?" I shook my head. "Then show me you won't do it again." You stood in front of me in your boxers, I glanced down to see your bulge getting harder, I looked back up into your steely eyes, ready for instructions. "Touch your nipples, baby." I began touching my breasts, making my nipples come to hard points. "Now pinch those nipples hard. I want to see the pain on your face, and part your knees. I want to watch you getting wet. I want you dripping on the floor." I did as you asked, parting my legs so that my hot, wet cunt was hovering just over the floor. I began pinching my nipples hard, and you registered every expression on my face to distinguish pleasure from pain. "Harder," you barked. I worked the nipples harder, pinching as hard as I could, wincing my displeasure. You walked around me as I pinched and pulled my sensitive tips and made them harder. I hated when you just gazed at my naked body. It made me feel more than naked, as though you could see my deepest desires and fears. In that moment, my desire and fear were one and the same. I closed my eyes to try to regain a sense of myself and then I felt a quick slap across my face. "Do not close your eyes, look at me!" I complied, looking up into your face as I continued to work my nipples into arousal and pain. I knew I hadn't yet achieved the submission you needed from me.

"That's better. Stop touching your tits and put your hands at your sides. Now I want you to get so wet baby. I want you dripping with need and desire. I want to see it. Better yet, I want to feel it." You took off your boxers and your hard cock sprang loose. I bit my lip. You turned your baseball hat backwards. I felt myself flood with wetness. The simplest actions, the smallest gestures, and I was turned on beyond measure. You reached down between my legs with two fingers and rubbed my sensitive slit just a few times. I moaned and arched my neck and back, but I made sure to keep my eyes open and on your face. You rubbed your now wet fingers on my hardened nipples. "Do you think that is enough wetness, baby? Are you holding back? I just commanded that you flood that pussy... my pussy, and your wetness comes when I command it. Do you understand?" I nodded. I felt myself flood again. You rubbed your fingers back on my slit and then dipped them into my aching cunt, driving them deep into me. I gasped and rocked my hips toward your hand. This time you took out your fingers, stood up, and rubbed the wetness on your cock, stroking my juices onto yourself. I sighed deeply. How I wanted to touch you in that moment. I wanted to beg you for whatever you would offer me. You sat back down and stroked yourself. "Eyes on me, baby. Do not look away." I watched as you slowly, deliciously stroked your perfect throbbing cock and I felt my need for you grow past my reason, past my willfulness—in that moment I would have given anything just for a drop of the precum I saw glisten at the head of your cock.

I rocked my hips forward, wanting your touch on my skin so desperately. I didn't know if an hour had passed or merely ten minutes, I was so desperate to touch you, to feel your body pressed into mine. I began whimpering. "Baby, you haven't waited nearly long enough," you answered my whimper with another round of stern instructions. "Now that you have those sensitive nipples worked up, I want you to put one finger on your clit. Do not move the finger, just press it lightly on your clit." I did as you asked, I pressed my middle finger on the sensitive nub between my legs. Just the lightest pressure made me arch my back slightly. "Good girl." You stood back up and stood in front of me, so close that I had to look up into your eyes. So close that your hard cock grazed my cheek. "Keep your eyes on me, and keep that finger pressed on your needy little clit but don't move it. Not. An. Inch." Your commands made me so aroused. I rocked my hips briefly and my finger slipped in the increasing wetness. I moaned and immediately bit my lip. You stood back and slapped my face again, just hard enough to remind me that I needed to follow your instructions better if I wanted your praise.

"What did I tell you? This is not about your pleasure, my needy little slut, this is about what I will allow you to have." I took a deep breath and sat very still. My clit began to throb under my finger. You sat back down, readjusted your baseball hat, and watched me like a hawk. I felt like your prey: small and vulnerable. Needy for your affirmation, your praise or your punishment. The minutes passed. You kept staring at my hungry, aching, desperate body. You were determined to break my willfulness, you would have me only when I was broken and hungry and needy and depraved. It all became clear to me, I couldn't force myself to submit to you, I had to forget any of my own will and be controlled by yours. I felt my knees and legs begin to hurt from sitting so long in one position, but I was so turned on I didn't care anymore. I was focused on your face and continued to wait on my aching legs.

You stood up, took off your hat, and came over to me. "Take your finger off your clit now." I obeyed without moan or whimper or any sign of my own self-will. I took a deep breath. I was quickly becoming undone, aroused to the point of forgetting myself, wetter than I ever thought I could get, and so shameless that I would crawl through the city naked just to be at your feet. You gently put a hand under my chin,"That's my good girl. Now you may have the privilege of sucking my cock. Would you like that, baby?" I nodded. "Come baby, let's go to the bedroom." You helped me to stand up and you reached down to rub the sleepy tingles out of my thighs. I looked up at the wall clock and saw that it was 5:30. I had been on my knees for the last hour. Looking into your gray eyes, the kindness had returned to them. You took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. I knew the rest of the night would be bathed in pleasure and bliss. I would've waited a hundred hours to feel that.