Amazing Grace Pt. 01
My relationship has spiralled into a situation I didn't fully understand, I also didn't know if I liked what it had changed into.
I was so in love with my boyfriend, and I knew he was the more dominant one of us in bed, but what I didn't know, is how far he wanted to take that dominance.
He liked the power 'punishing me' gave him. And I didn't mind it, in fact I quite liked him bending me over his knee and spanking my ass. We were going through an experimental phase to see how far with the punishments we were both willing to go, and I enjoyed the majority of what we had tried so far. With that in mind, I had been feeling particularly cocky, and so disobeyed him purposely so we could keep trying out new ways he could punish me.
One night, we were having sex, and he pulled his dick out and lent over me and I heard him searching the bedside table. Blindfolded, I was unable to see what he was doing, but the anticipation felt incredible.
"You know the rules, Grace. You ask permission and do as I say, no exceptions," Tommy said.
"Yes sir," I replied. Tommy exhaled in a way I could tell he was smiling by my response.
Tommy pressed something against my clit, and I immediately felt and heard the intense vibrations. I couldn't keep my pleasure in and began moaning and squirming under his touch, the feeling kept building until
"Please can I cum sir?" I whimpered.
"No, you may not," he replied and the vibration stopped abruptly. I let out a frustrated sigh and suddenly the vibration started again.
It didn't take long for the feeling to build again, the feeling far more intense than the first time around..
"Please, sir, can I cum?" I pleaded
"No, you may not," and again, the vibration came to an abrupt stop. I was so frustrated by what he was doing, I couldn't hide it.
"Keep being a good girl Grace, because the punishment in mind for you is going to be severe,"
"Yes sir," the vibrations began again.
"Grace, I want you to call me master."
"Okay, master," I managed to say through whimpers. The feeling in my pussy was building to an inconceivable intensity again
"Please sir, can I cum?" I begged.
"No, you may not," he replied, I could hear the smile on his face. The vibrations continued, the feeling building more and more,
"Master, please, let me cum," I whimpered.
"No, don't you dare cum without my permission bitch," he replied sounding crueler than I'd heard before.
"Master please, I can't help it. I am going to cum," I moaned back at him.
"Do not disobey me," he kept the vibrator firmly on my clit. I was squirming, trying to get him to move the vibrator, but my efforts were futile. The vibrator was not breaking contact with my sensitive clit.
My legs began to shake as my orgasm built to the point of no return,
"Master, I'm sorry," I stifled and whimpered "I'm about to cum," and with that, my body erupted into the most intense orgasm. The moans and screams came out even though I was trying to stifle them.
The vibrating stopped and there was silence.
"Master, Im sorry. I didn't mean to disobey you. You kept the vibrator on me, I couldn't help it," I said anxiously.
"Grace, you disobeyed me. Your punishment will be severe, and when you least expect it,"
His last comment was frightening, because I was expecting him to spank me or something else to that extent this evening, not at a totally different time.
I stayed laying on the bed and he said "shall we go to bed baby?" And put his hand out for me to hold. I held onto his and kissed his hand and said yes, and we both layed wrapped around each other and fell asleep.
I woke up feeling so cold and uncomfortable with a slight headache, feeling really groggy.
I turned my head to see if Tommy was still asleep only to realise I was in a single bed in a dark room which looked like a prison cell. I tried to get up, and reality soon sunk in. I was completely naked, my left hand was tied to the headboard of the metal bed and both my legs were tied as far apart as possible. I was terrified! I felt completely vulnerable and exposed. I had no idea what was happening!
I couldn't see much in the room, there was a tiny amount of light which just made it look eerie and scarier!
I heard someone walking, but I couldn't see anybody. I couldn't sit up to get a better look so I just had to wait in this horrible anticipation until the person was directly next to me. The lighting was still terrible, and I couldn't work out who this person was. I knew from the scent of the perfume and clicking of the heels that it was a woman who was standing next to me.
"Good morning Grace. I've heard you are in desperate need to be punished. Ever so severely," she said, I could hear the smirk on her face.
The terror disappeared and I felt really angry. Tommy had orchestrated this entire pantomime.
"This is Tommys doing? Right. Okay. Untie me. I need to speak to him, this is not okay," I said in a pissed off tone.
"Tommy arranged my services, yes. But darling Grace, do not ever try and tell me what to do again. You will refer to me as mistress. And if you forget, I will punish you. And I will enjoy it," she said back with authority.
"Tell Tommy I need to know my safeword please, I'm not comfortable with this, I need it to stop," I replied.
She laughed, a seductive, evil laugh. "A safeword will not stop what I have in store for you Grace. You can beg, scream, shout or cry, the scene does not stop until Tommy says it does, and when it does, you will thank your master for allowing you the opportunity to be involved" she said angrily, "I am aware of your hard limits, so I will avoid most of those. However, your soft limits no longer exist, I am in charge of you and your body until Tommy says so. I will do whatever I want and you will thank me. Do you understand?"
I didn't know what the hell was going on. Was Tommy really involved? We had never played without a safeword and it made me feel terrified.
My limits didn't mean a lot to this mistress, so I had no idea what was in store for me. I didn't know how to feel, but in a way I didn't understand, I was turned on by this situation.
Mistress broke my thought by snapping at me "I said, do you understand?"
"Yes mistress," I said feeling confused and petrified.
She laughed her same evil laugh and replied "good girl."
"These are my rules Grace, you abide by them, or you suffer the consequences. I am your mistress. Whatever I want, will happen. If I have to do things by force, then so be it. You do not speak unless you are spoken to, you do not look me in the eyes, you will at all times be restrained in some way. You will be addressed as slave, and you will answer eagerly. You brought these consequences on yourself by disobeying your master, so think of this as your slave training. And I am an evil mistress. Are you excited slave?"
She spat the word slave at me as if I was nothing,.
"yes mistress," I replied hesitantly.
"Good, your training will commence now. Prepare for a world of pain, slave," she said through a smirk.
In the midst of our experimentation, Tommy introduced a new element, saying, "Grace, I want you to call me master." This shift towards a more dominant role marked a new stage in our BDSM exploration, leaning towards bondage and slave dynamics.
The following morning, in a strange room, I found myself tied up and at the mercy of a woman, who introduced herself as Mistress. She made it clear that I was now her slave, and my hard limits no longer applied within this new dynamic.
The Mistress's rules were stern, and she mentioned using force if necessary. She spoke in a way that left no room for argument, stating, "You do not speak unless you are spoken to, you do not look me in the eyes, you will at all times be restrained in some way. You will be addressed as slave, and you will answer eagerly."