1. Of mice, men and submission (1)


    Date: 6/13/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: Chasingshadows, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    myself. Yes, there were all four of them, drinks in their hands. I saw a table set for a meal in another part of the room. There was a small table next to David’s chair with different things. A whip. Rope. A dildo. Clamps. A small bottle. Different other things. I shivered upon looking at this table. “What kind of compensation were you thinking of, Andrew?” David asked. His question made me shiver again. “I want to spank her. I want to make her experience punishment and its pleasure. Teach her. It might be useful for afterwards anyway, she better learn at least some obedience soon.” "That sounds like a reasonable request. Sweetheart, tell me – have you been spanked before?” I looked at him. Spanked? Something was stirring on the inside of me. “Yes, once." ”Was that with Tom?” “Yes.” “And did you enjoy it?” “No!” He seemed amused by my answer. “Are you quite sure of that?” I looked down to the floor. “Well, I think your Master Andrew’s request should be granted. You have much to learn.” I looked at my feet. He wasn’t my ‘Master Andrew’; nobody was going to be my master. There was a short silence. It made me more and more tense. “Ok, then let’s go. We’ll take more time to talk during supper. Right now, you are hereby under his control, and you will obey his every word, or we will help you do it. Until you are told otherwise, you’re following his orders and not anybody else’s.” “Come on here, over to me,” I heard Andrew say. I didn’t move, still staring at the floor. Josh got ...
    up and grabbed my hair, pulling me down on my knees. “Your master told you to come over to him, and that’s where you’re going. Come on, little one. Crawl.” I was surprised by the roughness and the directiveness of his moves. By this, and by the humiliation I felt when I was forced to crawl to Andrew and made to lie over his knees. He placed me like it pleased him and then invited the other “Gentlemen” to turn their chairs in order to enjoy a better view. I tried to wriggle away, but to no avail. One of his arms held me firmly in place, and he used his other hand to lift the skirt of my dress over my bottom, exposing my bare ass completely. “Sweetheart, you have to relax. Let go. You’re not going anywhere. I want you to concentrate and feel what I’m doing. Pain is your friend. It will help you, guide you, show you something you’ve never known so far. Concentrate on the sensation, not on what you think you have to do in order to be respectable. Forget about these things. Lean into the sensations we’re offering you. Like the time you were with Tom.” His hand was caressing over my butt. His touch was soft. He asked for the hood and the bottle with the oil. He pulled the black hood over my head again and pulled it closed under my chin. Blackness again. I had no eyes and no hands. I tried to listen to him and concentrate on what I was feeling. He poured oil over my ass cheeks and then slowly massaged it in. His touch was soft. And intense. “Your ass is beautiful. I can’t wait to ...
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