An Association of a Dom and a Sub

Chapter 1: The Trial by Ordeal

Thwack!

Someone must have made a false accusation against Sara K, for she was spanked one morning without having done anything wrong. That had never happened before.

Thwack!

The sound of bare palm on bare bottom; the sting of impact; the reddening of the skin. Her - bent over the table, dress pulled up, knickers pulled down just enough to bare her bum. Him -- suit jacket discarded; tie loosened; shirt sleeves rolled up, bead of sweat on his forehead, going to work.

Thwack! for a third time.

"Three. Thank you, Sir," Sara said.

She repeated the words they had agreed, quietly and for the first time. She seemed scared. Was she scared of the pain? scared of being helpless? scared of how turned on she was?

If he was being rational, probably still a bit scared of meeting a complete stranger with an admitted kink for administering pain and dominating women sexually. Yeah, it didn't sound great when you said it like that. Of course, he knew he wasn't some pervert, just a normal bloke exploring his sexuality. In fact, as a nice liberal man, who respected women, and had never, ever hit a woman, this was all messing with his head a bit. He felt the heat of her blushing bum; the shaking with each stroke; the shortness of breath. She was definitely really turned on, and so, against his better judgement, was he.

Thwack!

"Four. Thank you, Sir," she said, louder this time. "Rule one: I must always call you Sir."

"Rule two: I must always do as Sir asks and aim to please Sir at all times," Sara continued.

The Sir thing was a bit odd too. Why did it turn him on so much? Here he was hitting a woman while holding her head down. Later he might tie her up and do whatever came into his mind. No, that was not right. She wanted him to do anything and everything to her, with her full consent.

He could feel the bulge in his trousers. His cock was almost painfully hard, leaking pre-cum. He had never felt this horny before. Picking up a leather paddle from the table he gently stroked it against her bum before striking her bare skin hard and making her jump.

She was getting into it now; enjoying the hard spanks; enjoying being bent over; enjoying the submission. Her self-consciousness had disappeared. It was a safe space. Maybe this was who she was.

Thwack!

"Five. Thank you, Sir." She intoned.

"Rule three. I must ask permission from Sir to orgasm at all times. Rule four: I must take my discipline from Sir politely and obediently." Sara continued.

There really was no going back now.

Chapter 2: Terms and Conditions

Sara and the man who would now be known only as Sir had discussed their fantasies, wants and needs by text. They had both experienced vanilla sex with other partners that, whilst enjoyable enough, left the vague thought of kinky itches needing to be scratched. But when they described to each other what they really wanted -- spanking, receiving or inflicting some discomfort and pain, no degradation, but definitely total sexual submission and domination -- that was when it got interesting.

It soon became clear that this discussion was more about agreeing terms than describing fantasies. Sat at his laptop, wanking his cock with long, slow strokes, Sir came as hard as he ever had, increasing the pressure until great gobbets of cum shot onto the desk and his stomach. Then, as his orgasm subsided, cum dribbled down his hand until he had wrung every last spasm out of his cock.

At exactly the same time, but seventy-five miles away, Sara was lying on her back, legs as far apart as they would go, one hand frantically rubbing her clit, the other texting until she orgasmed so much it felt like she had wet the bed.

Asking Sir for permission to come had pushed her over the edge. She'd never asked anyone permission for pleasure before. An extremely attractive, highly assertive, career woman, Sara was the girl in the bar that men (and women) flirted with. So, the idea of asking for anything sexual was strange to the point of absurdity. But she was entering Narnia now, no longer in the normal world.

"Sir, I've just orgasmed. Thank you, Sir. Thank you." She typed.

Reading those words his cock gave an extra lurch and the last drop of cum slid out. So, I'm a Pleasure Dom, he thought. A Dominant who uses pleasure as his tool of domination, who gets off on taking his subject apart, listening to her orgasm over and over, and ideally leaving her an exhausted mess.

"Good girl. Me too," he replied.

"Sir. I wish I was there to lick up your cum, swallow it, and completely clean your cock, Sir," she continued.

After some thought he replied, "Maybe we should meet to discuss this in person?"

Chapter 3: Dinner Date

They met in a smart restaurant. They chatted about work, the things they had in common, the weather. But all through the meal there was tension. Not just the sexual tension of two people who wanted to fuck, although there was definitely that, but two people who were about to try something for the first time, to experiment.

"Do you want to see your collar? I have it in my bag," Sir asked.

The words were a shock because they were shocking. The possessive "your" associated with "collar", the signifier of possession. Was she really going to put on a collar and have sex with this man? Was she really going to be such a BDSM cliche, like some submissive from a porno film? Would she wear the collar that meant, for a short time at least, she would not be in control; that she would do whatever Sir told her; that she would submit completely; in that moment she would be "owned".

The stiff black leather collar had a single brass ring and a brass buckle with padding inside. It felt lovely. It was her collar and the thought of what the two of them - the collar and her - could get up to was turning her on a lot.

"It's lovely. I love it. Thank you. Can I have it for a minute," Sara asked.

She took the collar and stood up and headed across the room towards the lady's loo.

The collar really was lovely. Well-made and smelling of new leather, it creaked as she played with it in the first stall of the lady's loo. She held it up against her neck. It was thick going from just below her chin and sitting on her collarbone. The leather was stiff, but the padding gave against her skin. Sara was desperate to know what it felt like to wear. She wrapped it around her neck and passed the leather strap through the buckle.

Pulling gently at first, she experimented with the tension. On an impulse, she pulled it as tight as it would go. She quickly fastened the buckle before she could change her mind. Although she could only breath in gasps, the stiffness of the leather and the softness of the padding made much more sense now. The collar held her neck very firmly. She needed to move her whole body to look right or left and up and down were now not possible.

She lifted the hem of her skirt, put her hand inside her knickers running a finger between the lips of her pussy. She was wet. The collar was so sexy. Using a second finger she started circling her clit. The collar felt fantastic. With her other hand she stroked a nipple through her shirt. She wanted to make herself come, but reluctantly that would have to wait. What she really wanted was to see how the collar looked, but she could hear other women talking in the loo.

Sod it! Summoning up her courage, she adjusted her clothes, pulled the chain and opened the cubicle. Walking to the mirror, she avoided eye contact with the other women. They started giggling and Sara could tell they were staring, but she didn't care. She was transfixed by what she saw in the mirror. The collar looked amazing. But more than that, it made her look amazing. A strong, powerful, attractive woman who was, of her own free will, subjugating her sexual pleasure to another human. What was there not to like? She took out her phone.

A moment later his phone pinged. It was a photo of her with her jacket removed, her breasts visible through the sheer shirt and wearing the collar.

"What do you think?" the text said.

"You look fabulous!! ;)"He texted back, his mouth dry with excitement.

Outside the restaurant they kissed with breathless excitement. Her hard nipples pressed through her shirt, his hard cock through the worsted of his suit. Tongues in mouths, hands everywhere pulling, caressing, pinching.

"So, we're doing this, yes?" he queried.

"Yes, Sir. Yes, we are." Sara replied confidently.

Chapter 4: Harder

Thwack! Now with the hard leather paddle. There was no doubt that this must sting at the very least, probably hurt quite a lot.

"Six. Thank you, Sir."

"Sir, I think I can take more. Please spank me harder! I want you to punish me until my bum is red and raw." Sara continued.

Thwack! He was spanking her really hard now. Her wet pussy turning him on even more.

"Seven. Thank you, Sir." She said, sticking to the rules.

"Rule Five: I must thank Sir after orgasms, discipline, and other activities. Rule Six: I will use my mouth to make sure Sir's cock is always clean." She repeated.

She could feel the tabletop against her cheek, his hand pressing her head down. Her collar was tight around her neck, restricting her breathing. It felt amazing. She could feel herself getting excited; a tingling in her pussy; moisture between her lips.

He stood back and looked at her from behind. She was gorgeous. Long legs in high heels leading to a beautiful, now bare, bottom, and, oh so sexy, thong knickers round her knees. Bent over like that, he could see her pussy, pink, swollen and devoid of pubic hair, just like she had promised. And just above her pussy, her bumhole. He felt no revulsion towards bottoms, quite the opposite; just another erogenous zone that needed to be explored.

And then she felt something against her clit. So soft she could barely feel it at first. It was his tongue! His tongue licked her a second time, harder and deeper. Lapping against her pussy from behind.

A hand on each bum cheek, he parted her so he could get his tongue into her pussy. Licking and nibbling her lips; sucking her clit. Then burying his whole face in her pussy whilst the unrelenting licking continued. He was tasting her, savouring her pussy. She was soaking now; her juices smeared across his face.

"Please Sir, can I come?" She said anxiously.

What would she do if he said no? She wasn't sure she could stop her orgasm. The train had left the station and was busy rolling down the hill.

"Of course." He said "I want you to come for me. Come now!"

And at that point her orgasm started. Her first O as a submissive, and still his licking continued. But now he needed to feel more transgressive. Something forbidden. Something really naughty. He started licking her in longer strokes. Starting at her clit, he licked all the way along her pussy, slowly and persistently, in longer and longer strokes. Until he was licking all the way from her clit to her tight little bum. Over and over, exploring her with his mouth.

And then he started gently licking around the folds of her bum hole, teasing and probing. This startled Sara. No one had ever done that before. A few exploratory fingers, untutored and unwelcome, had pressed against her unprepared butt to be swatted away or repositioned somewhere more receptive. But this was different. It was gentle and teasing, pleasant but insistent. She felt her whole body relax as she enjoyed the sensation. In any case, she told herself, she wasn't in control. She couldn't stop it now, even if she wanted to. She had agreed to be his submissive. To let Sir do whatever he wanted to her; to use her body for his pleasure.

Oh my god! His tongue was now inside her! Actually, inside her bumhole! Probably only a centimetre, but definitely inside. It felt sexy and rude, sensual and invasive all at the same time. But mostly it felt very, very naughty. Nice girls don't enjoy getting rimmed, she thought.

As Sir got into a rhythm with his tongue, his fingers lightly touched her clit she felt her orgasm start to rise.

"Please Sir! I'm going to come!! I need to come." She pleaded.

And before he could give permission -- well how could he -- she started shaking. Her orgasm started at her feet and then her legs were shaking too. But Sir didn't relent. Tightly holding onto her hips, he forced his tongue further into her beautiful butt. This time she pushed back against him, forcing his tongue into her tight little hole as far as she could.

She was shuddering now, starting a whole-body orgasm, her body trembling with the force of it. Juddering to its peak, she could feel her legs convulsing uncontrollably as her pussy spasmed and her bumhole quivered in unison. For at least 30 seconds that felt much longer, her shaking shocked her.

"Thank you, Sir," she whispered as her orgasm subsided.

Chapter 5: Complete Control

He kissed the nape of her neck, put his arm around her and, pulling her upright, kissing her on the lips. A long sexy, post orgasm kiss. Their tongues touched. His hands running through her hair they kissed like that for a while. Sara's breathing started to calm, and she felt lovely and warm. She could feel the sting on her bum and the tingle in her pussy.

"Come and stand in the middle of the room," he commanded "and put your hands behind your back."

She did as she was told. He slipped a blindfold over her eyes. Now she couldn't see, only feel. He slipped her knickers down and she stepped out of them. Then he unzipped her dress and removed it. Lastly, he unclipped her bra and removed that too. All the time, his strong soft hands were caressing her, touching her tits, feeling her bum. She was now completely naked in front of him apart from her collar.

"Part your legs so I can clearly see your pussy and hold your hands out in front of you," he instructed.

She could sense him moving around her and hear him picking things up from the table. A few seconds later he attached two leather cuffs to her wrists and positioned her hands behind her head, connecting the cuffs with a short leather strap. Then he cuffed her ankles connecting them by a short chain.

Again, a wait whilst she heard him moving around the room. Probably no more than ten or fifteen seconds, but long enough for her to wonder what was going on. Why had he stopped? She couldn't tell what he was doing, or why he wasn't touching her. She was naked in front of him, her pussy was wet, ready, open, and frustrated waiting for his cock. She needed to be fucked hard! Why the fuck wasn't he fucking her!!!

She was used to men entering her pretty soon after removing her panties, sometimes before. She liked having them pound her like crazy until they came inside her in an eruption, not stopping like this. In fact, she loved feeling a cock fill her up; that sensation as it stretched her pussy on the first intrusion and then the extra inch cocks seemed to grow just before men emptied their balls into her waiting pussy. That almost always made her come. So, it wasn't that they were inconsiderate, just that this was, well, different.

And then she realised what it was. Normally she was in control, she was the gatekeeper controlling the pace. But now Sir was completely in control not only of her, but of himself. Clearly Sir could out-wait her, possibly indefinitely. And the thought of that was unbelievably sexy. She was sure she was wet now, but her hands couldn't move. Then She felt his breath against her neck, now very close. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back until it hurt.

Whispering in her ear he said "I'm going to play with your pussy and tease your clit. I'm going to squeeze your nipples and put my fingers in your mouth wet with your juices so you can taste yourself. I'm going to lick you and bite you."

Continuing, he said, "I'm going to beat you, and it will hurt. You're going to feel pleasure and pain until you can't bear it. You are now my sex toy and I'm going to play with you until you beg me to let you come. We've only just started."

"Sir. I am your plaything. I'll do anything you want, but please Sir, I need to feel your cock fill my pussy, feel you fill my mouth with your spunk." she begged. "I need to come. Please! I'll do anything, but I need you to fuck me. When are you going to fuck me?" she pleaded, whining with frustration and horniness.

"When you've proved that you really mean it. That you're prepared to completely submit to me. Then you can have my cock. Then you can swallow my cum." He replied, calmly.

And with that he moved away. She could hear him moving, but the wait was excruciating. Then she felt his hand on her pussy so gentle she wasn't sure it was there. Then a gap, then his mouth sucked and bit her nipple almost drawing blood.

Again, the wait, then the paddle really hard across her bum and then really hard on her pussy lips. That really stung and throbbed for seconds afterwards. A wait, and the fingers that had touched her pussy were now shoved roughly into her mouth. The taste was unmistakable. When she was playing with herself, she sometimes tasted her own juices from her fingers. It always felt naughty, and she never admitted it to anyone. This was starting to drive her mad. She felt so horny but there seemed no chance of relief. Her legs started shaking again.

He went on like this for ages, a touch, a breath, a spank, a kiss, a bite, a lick, followed by a break. Sometimes a few seconds. Sometimes longer. She felt the warmth of him and anticipated each touch, punishment and caress, the pleasure and the pain coming together in waves. One time she heard the door close. That scared her. She nearly ripped off the blindfold, grabbed her clothes, and bolted, but she didn't. The truth was she trusted Sir and was getting more and more turned on by this mixture of abuse and pleasure.

Then, when she thought it would go on forever, she felt something pinch her nipple really hard. Not the soft organic feel of fingers and mouth, but something harder, more industrial. He was clamping her nipples! He pulled each nipple harshly, pinching to make it stiff and then attached the clamps. That hurt quite a bit. The clamps restricted the blood flow and made her nipples throb.

Sir pulled on the chain connecting the clamps. The clamps were so tight it really pulled on her tits making them hurt more, but they were so sensitive, and she was so turned on that the pain and the pleasure combined. He grabbed one of her tits and started suckling the nipple, licking and sucking then nibbling. It was so sensitive, and the feeling was so intense she could hardly stand it.

"Please Sir, I really need fucking. I'm your sex toy," she gasped in frustration.

"Please, please stick your gorgeous prick inside me. You can fuck me however you like."

This was his signal to increase the pace. Blind and mostly restrained, she couldn't believe how out of control and alive she felt. His hands were all over her now, the gaps shorter and shorter. Pinching her nipples, pulling her hair, smacking her bum, fingering her pussy. Then he was kissing her, biting, teasing.

Every time she felt her orgasm building, he would pause. At first, she thought he was just being inept, but after the third or fourth time she realised it was on purpose, the utter bastard. And every time it happened the intensity increased.

And then two of his fingers were pressed into her pussy, Sir was fucking her with his hand. Slowly. She was so wet. Then as she was about to come, he stopped. Holding her neck, he pushed his wet fingers inside her mouth again forcing her mouth open and making her gag. The roughness of his fingers made her feel even more like his plaything.

He went back to fingering her pussy, fucking her with his long fingers, thumb against her clit, fingers finding her G spot. Desperate for relief and most of her dignity gone, she moved her hips to try and get his fingers to fuck her harder, to rub against her clit.

"Please Sir, Please, I'll do anything if you let me come," she quietly called.

"No! Wait!" He commanded.

The moment she dreaded. No chance of misinterpretation. His fingers stopped immediately, his mouth disengaged. Still, she was on the verge, trying desperately not to orgasm. Her legs shook with the effort. Her pussy clenched and unclenched around his fingers. She wanted to orgasm so much, but she wanted to be Sir's submissive more.

Was he torturing her deliberately or helping build her orgasm? Even he wasn't sure. He just knew that controlling her, dominating her, enjoying her submission was more of a turn on than he had ever felt before.

"Are you now ready to submit to whatever I ask of you?" He asked.

"Yes Sir, I am," she purred.

"Ok. Come now," he instructed "you have 15 seconds to come for me."

That was it. No modal verbs like "you can" or "you may", just an unadorned command. Sir was telling her to do exactly what he said. He was in control. she had given him control. He could make her come or stop her whenever he liked.

And so, another orgasm gushed from her in an emotional stream. The biggest yet, she felt it flood her body and pour out of her. She thought there must be a puddle on the floor between her legs, but there were just her juices trickling down her inner thigh and a few drops on the floor between her legs.

He held her body as she shook violently with her orgasm. It seemed to go on and on. She felt all floaty and as if her orgasm would never end. The edging and final release was astonishing. She was completely in the moment. Aware of every touch. It was like being high, but without the negatives. Maybe this was subspace?

He put a chair behind her, gently sitting her on it refastened her hands behind her back and took off the blindfold.

"How are you feeling," he whispered in her ear.

"Thank you, Sir. That was amazing," she gasped.

Sara looked up and could see herself in the full-length mirror now with Sir behind holding her head. See herself for the first time in this situation. Her hair was wild from being pulled and grabbed. Her face, red and flushed from her orgasms, makeup smeared and streaked. Naked apart from the collar tight around her neck and the restraints. Her tits, their nipples mangled and discoloured by the clamps. Her pussy swollen and dribbling. Her bottom, still sore against the chair from the beating.

She honestly felt, looking at herself now in the mirror, utterly beautiful and totally desirable. This new experience had done that for her.

Chapter 6: Petting

Sir gently stroked her hair and cheek, pulling gently on her hair and collar, and holding her chin firmly as she sat getting her breath back. She was extraordinary. He'd never met anyone who orgasmed so strongly and so frequently. As a man who took a long time to come, they seemed well matched.

"You did very well. You are a very well-behaved little Sub. I hope I didn't hurt you too much?" The Master said, very much in command.

He thought that was the kind of thing Dominants should say, and he wanted to check in. He needed to understand where both their boundaries were. Because the last thing he wanted was for them to break character. He needn't have worried though.

"Thank you, Sir. I really enjoyed it. I really enjoyed being your toy. And the pain made me come even harder. As you were spanking me, I was thinking - I hope he spanks me harder, much harder," she admitted, blushing.

"So now you're my sub, are you ready to be my pet?" He asked.

They had discussed this by text - being on all fours, on a lead, drinking from a bowl. It was the furthest thing from Sara's comfort zone, but one of the things she was most excited to try.

"Oh, yes Sir. Please Sir! I'm ready. I'll do anything you want. I really want to be your pet." She enthused.

"Well, a pet needs a tail, doesn't she?" He smiled.

With that, he put a cushion on the floor and helped her off the chair onto her hands and knees on the floor. Using his riding crop, he positioned her - head up, back arched, knees slightly apart, bum up. He hadn't felt confident enough to use the crop to spank her, and the paddle made a much better sound, but it was extremely useful to guide and position her.

Once in position, he took the brand-new tail out of its box. It was about two feet long and made from very soft auburn faux fur. It looked lovely, just like a fox's tail. At one end was a solid chrome teardrop shaped butt plug. It was 8.5 cm long and 3.5 cm at its widest and apparently "suitable for most people"! He'd bought it on Amazon a couple of days before and the instructions said to - add some lubricant to the butt plug. Lift the buttocks, relax the body and slowly insert the butt plug into the anus - which made him smile.

He showed the tail to Sara and then pressed the new butt plug against her lips. Understanding what to do she opened her mouth and took it into her mouth until just the stem was visible between her lips. She looked like a hunting dog with some half-swallowed animal in its mouth.

Sir had moved behind her now. Wetting his fingers in her pussy, he started rubbing a finger around her bum, teasing it, stimulating it, getting her tight little sphincter to relax and get used to being played with. Sara was surprised at how soothing and enjoyable she found this. Like the rimming earlier, where Sir had stimulated her anus, pushing his tongue inside her, this was a big turn on. He squeezed some lube onto his forefinger and gently massaged it into her relaxing hole.

Before she knew it, he was gently sliding his finger in and out of her bum, the last frontier. Then some more lube and a second finger sliding in and out of her little hole. She knew he was preparing her bum for what was to come, making sure her smallest hole was relaxed enough to take the butt plug with a bit of discomfort, but not pain. And then maybe bigger toys? Possibly his cock too? Sara was not used to anal, but she was definitely curious. All these thoughts went through her mind as she was on all fours with Sir relaxing and stretching her butt with his fingers.

Then he took the tail out of her mouth, rubbed some more lube on it, and pressed the pointed end against her opening butt. He could see her stretch open as he pressed the plug a bit harder, bit by bit she was taking it, until the widest part of the plug had dilated her bum to 3 cm. It looked delicious. The shininess of the plug against her stretched pink ring. Then with a plop, the plug was sucked in and all he could see was the stem and the tail sticking out. It looked gorgeous and he couldn't resist kissing her perineum between her pussy and her butt.

Once it was in, Sara had a feeling of fullness, but no discomfort. She was glad he had warmed her up first. Then she felt the tail hanging down brush against her pussy and thighs. That felt good. No, that felt amazing! She swished her bottom backwards and forwards so she could feel the tail some more. It felt so nice.

"Thank you, Sir! This tail feels amazing," she purred "Thank you for all your lovely presents. And thank you for being so gentle with my inexperienced butt."

"That's ok my sub." He replied. "I want you to enjoy this. Shall we go for a walk?"

And without waiting, he fastened a chain link leash onto her collar and started leading her round the room on all fours. Once they had completed a couple of laps he led her to the chair in the corner, sat down, and positioned her facing him. Between his feet was a bowl filled with water.

"Drink some water", he commanded.

Sara dipped her head and without hesitation started lapping water from the bowl on the floor. A strange thought occurred to her-- Here I am, a senior manager for a large bank, responsible for tens of staff and hundreds of millions of dollars, and I'm naked on all fours, wearing a collar, pussy dribbling, with a butt plug tail stuck in my well lubricated bum, drinking water from a bowl on the floor like a domestic pet. It made her smile. She felt completely calm and relaxed in an almost dreamlike state. The floor felt hard against her knees, but this was exactly what she wanted - for Sir to be in complete control.

"So do you think you have completely submitted?" he asked.

"Yes Sir. I really think I have. I am your submissive, your sex toy, and your pet. I will do whatever you ask," she said in her most submissive voice.

"In which case, you now have permission to suck my cock." Sir instructed.

In truth, he was not sure he could have waited too much longer. He had been dying to fuck her mouth, her pussy, for quite some time. But he wanted, no needed, to get her to this completely submissive state for both of them to get what they really wanted.

But now he needed his dick seeing to. Needed to feel it somewhere warm and wet. Needed some cock worship.

"Undo my trousers and take out my cock." He demanded.

She did exactly as she was told. Her bottom couldn't take another beating just yet. Pulling his trousers down his thighs, his distended cock sprung out. His hair was trimmed and neat, and the shaft smooth and circumcised. In reality, his shaft was slightly above average length and girth, with an attractive shaped head. But she had never wanted a cock so badly in her life.

She looked down and noticed a small puddle of sticky pre-cum in his underwear. On a whim, she started licking it up, tasting his saltiness on her tongue. She thought it must look quite erotic as Sir's cock twitched a couple of times. Deciding to put on a show, she looked up into his eyes with her best adoring look as she bit her lip. She then rubbed his underpants, wet with his cum and her saliva, across her mouth. That made Sir smile and he patted her on the side of her head.

"Very good, but no hands I'm afraid. Just your mouth." He directed.

She put her hands back on the floor and moved her mouth, so her tongue touched the very tip of his cock.

"Yes Sir," she purred, her hot breath on his cock.

Very slowly she drooled onto the tip of his cock and watched her spittle slide down the length of his tool to collect on his balls.

Opening her mouth, she slowly bobbed her head until her lips were lightly touching the shaft of his member just below the head. Then she started rolling her tongue along his frenulum, the very sensitive bit below the head. Slowly, she sucked, nibbled, and licked her way down the shaft like it was an ice lolly on a bank holiday Monday. She couldn't take all his cock in her mouth so about an inch was left when she felt the tip at the back of her throat. Not having her hands available to wank the shaft or play with his balls was annoying, but it did mean she had to focus her attention on using her mouth. After slowly repeating this process three or four times she elicited exactly the response she wanted.

"Oh my little sub," he moaned. "You have an amazing, talented little mouth. That feels remarkable."

"Thank you, Sir," She cooed, "I really need it in my mouth. I'm your plaything, remember. I need to please you."

Sara lowered her mouth onto his cock again, pressing her tongue against the underneath and sucking gently whilst nodding her head like a monk deep in prayer. In a sense she was. She was worshipping Sir's cock with her mouth as a benefaction.

"Sir. Sucking your cock makes me very happy," she said, "I love opening my mouth wide like you showed me with your fingers and taking your hard throbbing cock into my mouth. When you're ready, I want to swallow your cum too, if you let me."

She took his cock back into her mouth and started sucking and bobbing faster. After a while, Sir gently placed his hands on either side of her head and pressed it down so his cock was forced into her throat and her lips touched his pubic bone.

On any other occasion, she would have leapt away shouting "What the fuck do you think you're doing arsehole!!" and he would have deserved it. But she had vowed to be his toy, to let him do whatever he wanted, so she tried to relax, gagging only a little until he stopped pressing and released her.

"Sir, I want to take your shaft down my throat until I can feel it filling me up completely," Sara said, "It will be part of my submissive training and I'm sure I will get better with practice."

"I want to be able to take your cock as far as it will go and feel your spunk squirting into my stomach. You must hold my head in position until I learn to swallow properly."

They were both shocked by this little speech. Sara had no idea why it had popped into her head, and Sir was too surprised to say anything. The only thing he could do was take her at her word and push her head back down on his straining member until it was in as far as it would go. Then pulling on her collar he started moving her head until he was fucking her face.

"Is that what you want, my pet?" He asked. "Do you want me to use your mouth as my toy?"

After the shock subsided, Sara felt amazing! Her mouth and throat felt full to bursting with Sir's cock and her throat had finally relaxed enough for her to mostly suppress her gag reflex. Although she did notice him being spurred on by a slight gagging and associated saliva dribbling and lubrication of his balls.

Sir pulling on her collar made it harder for her to breathe, but that only added to her excitement. She felt vulnerable and used, but also powerful and cherished. She was giving her Master exactly what he wanted.

Then he started to strain. Sara knew what was about to happen, but there was no way she was going to stop now. As Sir raised his hips off the chair Sara clamped her lips around his gorgeous throbbing, pulsing cock. She was determined not to spill a drop. And then he came, squirting spunk down her throat and into her mouth, so much cum. His sweet salty cum filled her up and she felt it slide down into her stomach.

And then just when she thought he would never stop squirting he subsided back into the chair breathing heavily to catch his breath. True to her promise not a drop was spilled. So quietly, she dropped her head and went back to lapping water from the bowl. She needed a drink.

.../ to be continued