1. Ultimate Devotion


    Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Female Domination, Sado-Masochism, Author: Redlust, Rating: 33.3, Source: sexstories.com

    This was part of the Calling All Writers #19 Contest on the forums a while ago. The gimmick of the contest was to choose a song that you want to write a story about. As should be overwhelmingly obvious the song belongs to the artist. I don't own any part of it. ////////////////////////// Kneeling naked with my arms tied behind my back I watch her as she circles in front of me again. I know better than to make eye contact, that’d be taken as an insult. So my head stays bowed and my eyes don’t look higher than waist level. She’s in black bikini panties, and black heeled boots almost coming up to her knees. Above where I dare to lift my vision is her black corset. She most likely is also wearing a scowl, she has had one since she let me in tonight. I am not wearing anything, besides a few welts that must be beginning to rise on my shoulders. When she answered her door tonight she was in a stunning little black dress, which fell to just above her knees, giving just a glimpse of the creamy skin above her boots, and dove to the tops of her breast. A cameo necklace drew my eye to her décolletage. This glance caused the first of her scowls. I followed her in she gestured at the floor where I was to kneel. I looked at her briefly then dropped to my knees. It has been over an hour since I came in and besides my disrobing and her change of attire; there has only been the circling of my mistress and her choice of where to inflict the next stinging strike. She hasn’t said anything to me ...
    for that entire time, I feared I would be one of the rejected multitude that spent a night being abused and then turned away forever. It wasn’t that thought that caused me to act though; it was the little glimpses of her ever circling form. The perfect flesh above her boots, the skin of her thighs called to me. When the opportunity arose I leant over and planted my lips right above her knee. The heated flesh against my mouth felt like it was almost enough to push me over to orgasm then and there. That’s hyperbole of course, and not surprisingly she wouldn’t give me that chance. She stepped away angrily and I, overbalanced, fell to the floor. She spat epithets at me. I felt the crop’s sting on the side of my neck then back and forth, crosshatching my back and shoulders with increased ferocity. I struggled back into a kneeling position as the blows rained on me. I am sure that I even felt a drop of her sweat from the exertion land on my heated skin; that, or it may have been a drop of spittle from her frothing rage. It took some time but her anger abated and the crop slowed, then stilled. My back felt scorched and I dreaded to think what wearing a shirt would be like tomorrow. “I’m sorry I angered you Mistress, but I couldn’t stop myself. You, literally, are irresistible.” She slowly circled in front of me again. The tip of the crop appeared under my chin, forcing my face up to look into hers. There was a questioning expression instead of the previous scowl, and I saw in her ...
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