I have been serving the Admiral as his sexual submissive for about 9 months. One of the best things about the Admiral is that he encourages me to share fantasies and he is quite willing to help make some of them come true. So one evening after a particularly intense session, he asked me if I had a fantasy he could use for our next encounter.
"Actually, Sir, there is one. It was a scene on the show True Blood." He started to roll his eyes at me and I quickly said, "No vampires were involved! It was a very hot bondage kind of scene." I proceeded to describe it to him and he looked very interested.
"Well, baby girl, it will take a little planning and arranging, but I think I can work with that."
And so a few weeks later, I knelt on the floor in the position the Admiral demanded - face to the floor, my knees spread wide to show him my holes. He snapped on my collar and then put shackle bracelets on my wrists, and I knew my fantasy would happen that night.
As was our usual routine, I had a list of infractions to read while I received my punishment for them. Sir's hand cracked across my ass with each item on the list, stinging and leaving a red hand print with each. I had such mixed feelings about my punishments. Mentally I still had a tendency to rebel at the unfairness, but the spankings turned me on and soon my pussy was wet and wanting to be filled.
After punishment, Sir moved in front of me, wrapped his hand around my ponytail and pulled my head back. My mouth was open to receive him and he sank his cock into the back of my throat, gagging me as I had to quickly deep throat him. Holding my head still, he fucked my mouth. I kept my lips wrapped tightly and used my tongue against his shaft as he pumped in and out of my mouth. My eyes watered a little from my gag reflex and he slowed his thrusts. He said, "Show me what a good little cock sucker you are, slut," and I went to work on him. I worked his cock with my tongue, finding his most sensitive spots, while one hand cupped his balls, tugging and playing, then grasping the base of his shaft and squeezing in rhythm as I sucked harder. I heard him sigh with pleasure. Giving the Admiral great head is fun for me.
He finally released my hair, which was my cue to stop. I slowly released him, allowing the head of his cock to *pop* from between my lips. He reached behind him and brought out a blindfold and tied it around my eyes. I don't normally like the blindfold; I like watching Sir while he dominates me. I like him to see the submission in my eyes while he's feeling it from my body. But the blindfold was part of my scenario.
He lifted me to my feet and led me to the edge of the bed to sit. He said "Spread your legs, slut," and I spread them wide, moving my ass just to the edge of the bed. I leaned back on my elbows because I knew what was coming. Then I felt him pinching my nipples, which instantly hardened beneath his touch. He put the clamps on me and said "Do not move. Every time you move or twitch, this will happen," and I felt a little shock of electricity hit my nipples. Oh my god! It was such a feeling. I can have mini orgasms just from nipple play. This could definitely drive me over the edge.
I felt Sir push my thighs a little bit wider and then his tongue lightly flicked across my clit. Without thinking I shivered and *zap* the electricity hit my nipples. The Admiral knows exactly how to use his mouth and tongue to drive me into a frenzy and he was bringing his best to the table tonight. Every time I twitched or shivered or ground my hips against him, *zap* another pulse hit my nipples. Between the sensation of Sir's tongue and the electric nipple clamps, I was lost. I moaned, deeply, loudly, and a wave of orgasms hit me. Sir continued to torture me as I came again.
He pulled away and took my hands, raising me to standing. He moved me away from the bed and I felt him threading something through the rings on the shackle bracelets. Then he lifted my hands above my head and hooked them to a chain suspended from the ceiling. He raised the chain, pulling my arms taut above my head, causing me to raise up slightly on the balls of my feet. This was my fantasy sex scene from the show; in the first episode, Jason fucked Maudette Pickens rough and hard from behind while she was blindfolded and suspended from a chain. It had turned me on when I watched the show and now the Admiral was going to do the same to me.
But what I felt next wasn't his cock pushing into my cunt. Instead, I felt him trail leather thongs from my shoulder down to my ass. "You'll get your fantasy fuck, slut, but not just yet." And he snapped the flogger against my ass. I whimpered; it stung. Then he trailed the leather up and down my leg, only to snap it again against the back of my thighs. He alternated this, stroking me with the leather and then flogging me lightly. He varied the pattern. Then I felt him pull the leather over my pussy. He lightly flicked me and then the handle of the flogger pushed between my pussy lips. He worked it into me, fucking me with the handle. "You like that, don't you, slut?" When I didn't answer, he slapped my breasts hard and said, "Answer me, whore!"
"Yes, Sir. I like it, Sir."
"What do you want, slut?"
"I want you to fuck me, Sir."
"Beg for it, slut. Tell me what a big whore you are."
A groan escaped my lips. He continued to work me with the leather handle and I couldn't help but rock my hips with it. "Please, Sir. Fuck me. I need your cock, Sir. I am a big whore and I need to be fucked, rough and hard. I need your cock in my cunt, Sir. Please."
"Good girl," he replied and he pulled the handle out. I felt his hands grasp my ass and pull my cheeks apart. The tip of his cock rested against my pussy lips and I tilted forward a little and said, "Give it to me Sir, please, now!" He slammed his cock into my cunt, pushing deep into me until he hit my cervix. He slowly pulled back and then slammed into me again.
"Is this how you want it, slut?" he demanded. "Oh god, YES! YES!!" I yelled, as he fucked me hard. He was rough, shoving deep inside and slamming against me. I would have bruises the next day, but I didn't care. I was completely immobile, hanging from that chain. All my focus was on how good it felt as he fucked me harder, faster, his hips pistoning back and forth, his hands gripping my hips so hard that I could feel his fingers pushing on my bones.
"Whose whore are you?" he demanded as he worked me over.
"I'm your whore, SIR!" I moaned.
"Are you going to cum for me, slut?" he asked.
"Oh...god...YEEESSSS!" I screamed as I came so hard, my hips pumping against him. I was crying with the release of it. Blindfolded, hanging from a hook, being fucked hard and dirty...this was what I wanted, what I needed, and what the Admiral gave to me. And then he came, his cock swelling a little bigger and then exploding, filling my cunt with hot juice. He continued to thrust in and out of me for a couple minutes as his own orgasm rolled through him. Then I felt him lean against my back, his arms wrapping around me as both of us tried to slow our breathing.
Finally I felt him pull out, and reached up to unhook my arms. I sank to the floor; my legs were rubber and I was so overwhelmed by the experience. I just curled up into a ball, hugging my knees and sobbing. He was immediately there, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his chest. He rocked me and whispered soothing words. I hadn't ever gone into sub-space quite like this. The electric shocks, the fantasy come true...all of it.
When he felt that I wasn't shaking anymore, he asked "Are you okay, baby girl? Was it too much? Why didn't you use your safe word?"
I smiled up at him. "I didn't need the safe word, Sir. It wasn't too much. It was perfect."
