I Apologize
He lay exposed on her bed, his naked form facing away from her. She held a belt in her hands, the same one she had given and commanded him to wear daily. After all, he belonged to her and did as she commanded - at least for the most part.
She had stripped him naked while he had been wearing the belt during a game of strip poker. While winning, she chose what he lost, starting with his shirt before he could even take a breath. His luck turned against him, and she had beaten him of his pants. For losing yet again, he was forced to remove the belt and hand it over to her. She ran the tip of the belt along his bared chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Both their eyes traced the outline of his large erection. He was completely vulnerable, with no clothes to hide his hardened shaft.
The cards were not the only game they were playing; it was more mental and physical session of dominance. She threatened that if he didn't win a hand, he would face a different form of beating. So she lightly ran her nails up and down the length of his erection, swivelling her hand near his balls and making him shiver. A small droplet of pre-cum gathered at the tip of his penis. His only thoughts were of her tactile reactions and the control she had over him.
She ordered him to kiss her feet, and he immediately dropped his head in submission and proceeded to behave accordingly. Kissing the top of each foot and grabbing one in both hands, he gently rubbed and kissed the entire foot. Then he repeated the same with the other foot. Her gaze was hypnotic as she sat on the couch, observing him perform these duties with gusto. She began to wrap the belt around his neck, securing him to leash. He let himself be controlled, understanding what was at stake.
His lips tickled high on her inner thighs now, moving toward the junction. He could not resist her scent and desire emanating from it. He moved his lips to each of her thighs, then to the area she wanted most. He mirrored his moves with his tongue, kissing her exposed skin. As much as she could, she ensured she enjoyed his every touch. She gripped his leash with one hand and held his head in place, stroking his hair with the other hand. He began to stroke her thighs, enamoured by her approval of his service.
While still leashed, she instructed him to remove her panties so his lips could lick around her folds. Her moans echoed through the room as she waited for more. But the game had not ended yet, she had more in mind. Her hand moved to his leash, pulling sharply to command him to stand.
He rose from her feet, staring intently at her for her next command. Her body was still covered, but her disrobed state allowed him a tantalizing glimpse. His eyes fixated on her ample thighs as he was directed to kiss the outside of each of them. Calmly, he licked upwards, beginning at her ankle and heading up to her torso. Once these tasks were completed, she shifted her posture slightly to provide better access to her inner thighs, and then kissed her flesh in the area exposed by the elongated stretch of her clothing. Before long, he was licking her Dew-covered lips with broad strokes, all while he continued to stroke her thighs.
Her panties grew sodden with her pleasure as she felt his warm tongue explore. She liked his behaviour, and held a tight grip on his leash. "Up!" she yelled. As ordered, he moved to a sitting position. "In the bedroom and onto the bed. On all fours.", she instructed. With her gaze fixed on the erection jutting up from his body, she announced, "You lost at cards, and now I'm going to beat your body."
Excited by the opportunity to discipline him further, he went into the bedroom, climbing onto the bed and dropping into a four-legged stance.
And then she took action. Following his position on her bed, she removed the belt from his neck and started slapping him with it. Hitting his arms, his sides. Beating his ass with it. It was hurting him, she could tell. But he remained in place and accepted it. Occasionally, she needed to inflict pain and force agreement. Like at that moment. She'd won and he'd lost and this is how she wanted to commemorate her triumph. She beat him and beat him. It was even more satisfying how ready he was for the punishment. He would never tolerate this from a random stranger. But he enjoyed submitting to her. He remained in his spot and his groans after certain strikes were pleasing to hear. She scrutinized her nails along his bare skin. She pinched his balls, then confined them within her fingers and thumb. He moaned, his twitching penis protruding away and outside her grip, fresh droplets of semen dangling down.
She caressed him on the back of his shoulders with a strong stroke. It caused him great distress. It caught him off guard, it felt exceptionally painful. He was quite deep under her influence. Even after that, he didn't want to completely surrender but it disrupted the trance and he had no idea what to do. He rose up, spun around, and glared at her. He didn't speak anything. He did not say his safe word, yet he required a form of communication. Just that contemptuous look would have to suffice as his message.
She despised this! Of course, she didn't intend to seriously hurt him. But he needed to verbalize his thoughts if such a severe action was taking place. He had to exhibit her respect. That disdainful look was far from respectful.
"Stop staring at me like that, young man!" she shouted.
"It was agonizing!" he responded.
"It doesn't matter, that's the goal!", she replied. "Use your words if it's overwhelming, but otherwise, just keep quiet and endure! That's what occurs when I triumph and you lose. Or whenever I want it to happen!"
"Yes, Ma'am", he mumbled. Perhaps he ought to have said something about the agony. Though she had bewildered him.
"Don't stare at me like that! It's extremely disrespectful!", she barked. Then she smacked his face harshly.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Say you're sorry!"
"I'm sorry, Ma'am!"
As this point, she pushed him onto the bed. Forcing him to be completely on his back. There was no disobedience.
She mounted him now, straddling him. And she struck his face once more. "Say it another time!", she commanded.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am!" He felt his erect, turgid organ rubbing against her. A slight setback after that neck smack. But he was clearly still enthralled, and now under her body as well.
She ripped off her panties. Then she pushed his cock head into her vagina. She stared intensely into his eyes. "Say it a second time", she commanded.
"I'm sorry!", he exclaimed, and pushed harder against her. His cock head penetrated her barely. She slapped him again and furiously rocked her hips to accept him more fully within her. "I'm sorry!", he repeated even more strongly. Verbally, at least.
She was now located on top of him, commanding his penis stuck within her desperate, eager pussy. She wasn't entirely moist, yet that was swiftly changing. His only possible motion was fucking himself into her, which he did sluggishly and rigidly into her snugness. She descended further onto him with every thrust. Gulping him up a little at a time. He said "I'm sorry" with each thrust. She smacked across his face every time.
Eventually he was all the way in and she'd fully immersed herself onto him. She was incredibly aroused and moist now. This was the best apology possible, and increased her already immense feelings of victory and dominance. Now he was fucking into her eagerly, telling her he was sorry over and over. She smacked his face again and swirled her hips up and down, riding his stiff penis. Uncontrollable. She relished the feeling. He liked becoming hers.
Perhaps he attempted to push her away, but what reason would he have for doing so? She'd conquered him and claimed him, and he enjoyed it. He kept pounding into her, enduring her attacks, until that tingling sensation that signaled orgasm began to spread throughout his body. He was about to erupt inside her. He cautioned her. She just grinned at him. This was another aspect of her triumph. Come on! He was exploding. His eyes turned opaque. His penis beat and beat, shooting strand after strand of semen into her. She sensed the shift in his expression and the sensation, and forced herself down on him to claim it all. He kept thrusting and thrusting. She experienced the flood inside her. Finally, he sighed and relaxed. She had emptied him.
She climbed off him and climbed up his body for the next stage. She smirked down at him while grabbing the hair on top of his head with one hand in order to hold him in place. He wasn't going anywhere. He liked this part. The final thing he saw was her thick thighs covering his face, wrapping around his ears. Then she lowered her wet, oozing sex onto him. Immediately he felt her tongue licking and probing. Initially eating the semen out of her, then more focused on her most pleasurable spots. She started rolling her hips in sync with his motions.
He was uttering something. It wasn't urgent, simply a statement. She couldn't make out the words precisely since she'd engulfed his face in her vagina. Despite this, she knew his message clearly. "I apologize." Yes, he was. She'd asked for and received his apology, and then swallowed him into her body. There was no resisting. Total surrender, disagreement resolved. She humped and gyrated. He kept repeating it and repeating, and continued to lick. She pressed down hard once more, held his hair tightly, and then screamed in jubilation as she completed her victory by cumming repeatedly on top of his enclosed face.
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