Step Into Submission: Part 4
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Moving on to the story… Last week was fantastic, we went shopping and had a movie date followed by some serious intimate fun once we got home. When Monday rolled around, I was busy getting ready for work. While we were having breakfast, he ate at the dining table and I was performing oral pleasures on him from under it. Once he finished, he sprinkled cumin in my mouth and that's what I had for breakfast. As we were getting ready to leave, he kissed me and told me something.
M: Prepare yourself, you're in for a surprise today.
I was perplexed, wondering how he could possibly be at my place as it was unlikely for him to visit, but he could potentially send me a gift. This thought lingered in my head while I commuted to the office. When I arrived at work, there was a new team member joining our squad. I didn't pay much attention to it and focused on my duties.
My office buddies stopped by just for a laugh and a chat. Since he fancy's me, but I never made any signals, I knew that attracting the attention of my dominant partner wouldn't end well. We had a nice conversation when he suddenly grabbed my hand. I attempted to disengage, but it would've created an unwanted commotion, so I remained calm. It seemed like an awful day for me. Then our new manager arrived and was standing close to my cubicle. I was petrified, struggling to process the situation. My colleague assumed it was because he saw us in a questionable moment. However, I was preoccupied with what my master might think if he saw me in such a state with this new manager, whom I now knew to be "him."
There was a message on my phone. It came from him.
Message: Visit my office right away.
Reply: Yes, sir.
I headed to his office.
S: Yes, sir.
M: Who was that guy?
S: He's just a colleague, sir.
M: What was he doing?
S: Nothing, sir; we were just chatting.
M: Were you talking while holding hands?
S: No, sir.
M: Meaning you talked to him when he grabbed your hand?
S: No sir.
M: What does "not holding hands" and "not talking to each other" imply?
S: I mean, he grabbed my hand but I was the one talking. I was trying to retract, but I didn't want to cause a scene, so I kept silent.
S: I'm sorry, master; this won't happen again. I'm deeply apologetic, master.
M: You have betrayed me. Since I saw you with that other guy today, I can surmise this behavior repeats itself. You had conversations with other boys, which is nothing but a heartbreak.
S: No, master, it's never happened before today. I apologize, master. I'll rectify my misdeed.
M: Indeed, you will be punished for your misconduct.
S: Yes, master.
M: This is no place for you right now. Go back home and wait there, ready to live with me and travel frequently. I can't trust you with other males any longer.
S: Yes, master.
I left to inform my colleague and he was clearly perturbed by the situation. When he returned, his face conveyed a sense of remorse. It was later revealed that he'd lost his job due to this episode.
Later that day, my boss arranged a cab for me and sent me this text.
M: Cab is waiting downstairs. Go home and take care of your daily tasks. Be near the couch in just your bra and pants, maintaining your holding position.
S: Yes, master.
When I arrive home, I prepare dinner for both of us, complete all the chores, and take a shower. I wear a red lace-trimmed bra and matching panties, which are semi-transparent, and apply makeup. I think that if I look attractive, it might lessen the punishment I'll receive. I know tonight will be long for me. I remember the day I made him angry, where the punishment was so severe that I considered using a safeword, but the mistake I made that day wasn't as grave as the one I committed today. I'm terrified. However, I have no alternative, so I wait patiently close to the couch in the NADU position. I sit on my ankles, with my legs spread wide, my palms on my thighs, and my head facing down. After waiting for nearly an hour, I hear his footsteps. He enters the room but decides to ignore me and head straight to his bedroom upstairs. I'm waiting there, but now I'm getting antsy because it's tiring to wait for my punishment. I want to get it over with, but he knows that, so he makes me wait for almost an hour longer. Once he returns, he approaches me, takes my face in his hand, and orders me to stand up.
Master, stand up.
I stand in front of him. He kisses me passionately on the lips, and then starts biting my lips. Blood starts to seep from my lips, but he doesn't stop. This marks the beginning of my suffering. After ten minutes, he returns and orders me.
Master: Get on all fours and follow me.
I immediately obey, following him up the stairs to his bedroom, remaining in the dog position to wait for his next instruction.
Master, come, stand here in front of me, and offer up your hand.
At that moment, I understand he'll punish my hand where the boy had touched. He's possessive of his belongings. I'm one of his belongings; a favorite one he doesn't want to share. He's an excellent person who respects my boundaries. He knows I'm not comfortable with being fucked in the ass. I've been fucked in my ass only once after he was angry, but after that, he never does it again.
When I present my hands to him, he grabs a cane and informs me:
Master: So, slut, I will hit your hand ten times, and you must count. If you miss one, we start from the beginning.
Slave: Yes, Master.
I'm frightened as I feel the pain in my hand.
Master hits my hand, harder than before.
Slave 1, thank you, Master.
Smack
Slave 2, thank you, Master.
Smack, smack, smack
I'm dealt ten blows to my hand.
Slave: 10, thank you, Master (crying).
My hand is turning red, with some bleeding. He doesn't spare me.
Master: Now remove your bra and panties.
Silence. I don't budge in response to his command.
Master: Remove them right now, or I'll forcefully remove them, and you'll have to go to work without them.
I hesitate before moving.
Smack
He strikes me hard on the face, awakening me from my daze.
Master: Remove your clothing now.
I strip instantly, naked and shaking. It's different from before, as if he's never seen me naked before. I realize that by dawn, every part of my body will bear the marks currently on my hand.
Master: Hold your breasts and lift them slightly.
Slave: Holding my breasts.
Imagine a girl sobbing with her makeup running down her face, standing before you naked, holding her breasts, and awaiting her punishment. It's a hot scene.
Smack cane on my breasts.
Master: Now start counting ten on each breast, and you understand the rules. Repeat the rule to me.
Slave: Sobbing in pain, I must count every hit and thank you for the punishment. If I make a mistake or forget the count, the punishment will restart from the beginning.
Master: Good girl.
Smack
Slave 1, thank you, Master.
Smack
Slave- 2 Thank you, Master.
Smack
Slave 3, thank you, Master.
Smack, smack, smack
I receive three hits together.
Slave: 3,4,5, thank you, Master.
As I get 20 lashes on my breasts, they turn bloody red, and I cry out in pain. To quiet me, he puts my pants in my mouth and tapes them. After silencing me, he puts nipple clamps on. They cause immense agony, and I'm unable to complain for fear of making him more furious, and he is about to:
Master: Hop onto the bed on all fours, with your ass in the air.
Slave: On all fours, with my ass up.
The submissive spoke up, clearly stating, "Yes, my Master, I assume my punishment role. It's time for my backside to be dealt with properly."
The Master replied, "You'll receive 50 strokes, half from paddles and half from a cane. Choose which one you'd like me to start with."
The submissive replied, "Master, I beg for your forgiveness. I won't make this mistake again. Please have mercy on me."
The Master snapped back, "Did I ask for your apology, slave? Why did you say that?"
The submissive stammered, "No, Master."
The Master questioned again, "Then what was that?"
The submissive answered, "Sorry, Master. May I have the paddles, please?"
The Master answered, "That's a decent decision."
The Master began hitting the submissive's behind, but she couldn't answer each hit due to the gagging in her pants. She was soaked between the legs, and tears streamed from her eyes as she cried in pain. Her body responded to the discomfort, and her pussy pulsed with pleasure. With his anger slowly dissolving with each stroke, the Master's pace decreased.
50 strokes with both paddles and canes later, the submissive was sobbing again due to the hurt. Assuming the final part of her punishment would be coming, she braced for it, but she was surprised by something unexpected from her Master. In her kneeling doggy position, her ass high in the air, her breasts clamped, and her lips gagged, she suddenly felt a long vibrating dildo enter her vaginal opening. The Master used the vibrator but did not penetrate her. This brief relief was short-lived, as she felt his bulging penis rubbing around her ass. Without any lube, the Master slipped his tool into her anus. She was in agony, unable to speak due to the gag. She tried to turn to look at him and beg for mercy, but the expression of rage in his eyes shocked her. He held her by her hair while screwing her roughly. Upon nearing climax, he stopped thrusting. Instead, he started spanking her repeatedly. He did this a few times more, stalling his own releases. He then paused, possibly wanting to prolong her suffering. Eventually, after a significant amount of time, he reached orgasm and released himself into her ass. Her ass was painful, then scorching, and she was unable to move, falling back there. Left there with the vibrator set to its highest setting, she climaxed 3-4 times and ultimately lost consciousness.
She awoke to find herself in her Master's arms. The clamps and vibrator were gone. He was rubbing her wounds and applying ointment to them where they were bleeding. When she saw him, she could sense his guilt.
The Master stated, "Hopefully, you've learned your lesson. I didn't want to punish you, but it was necessary to teach you a lesson for your misdeeds today."
The submissive apologized, "I am sorry, Master. This won't happen again."
The Master said, "I hope so, but you'll need to regain my trust. Until then, I won't fuck you."
The submissive expressed her fear, "I am sorry, Master. Don't punish me like this."
The Master remained firm, "This is crucial; you must learn this lesson."
The submissive pled, "I am sorry, Master. I'll regain your trust soon."
The Master thought for a moment, "We'll see."
The submissive smiled gratefully. She ate her meal, swallowed her pain medication, and went to bed. The Master cleaned the dishes left over from dinner.
I hope you enjoy these scenes. Please comment on your feedback. Thank you so much.
Please note there is adult content. Not for those with a fragile disposition.
Read also:
- Criminally-Tuned Rhythm Chapter 1
- Chapter 12: Beth's Affection
- Treehouse Chapter 4
- Catastrophic Envy: Femdom's Perspective (Part 2)
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