L____was wandering in the newly constructed house. It pleased her that so much had been done to her exact specifications, and she laughed remembering how the contractor groaned when he had to meet her one more time with her designs. This wasn't just any house. It had to meet special tastes and needs. She hadn't really thought much about the garage basement area, but wouldn't a dungeon be fun? She had thought about those in the past and wondered about crosses and cages and containment. She would have to ask her Dom what he thought. No one would hear a bound slut down there. In truth, no one would hear her throughout this house. She shivered.
She went upstairs into the main living area. A beautiful view across the way to a curving river and trees. Peaceful, yet part of the city. Her kitchen was huge. Her dream kitchen. Lots of stone counters. She ran her hand along them and again shivered, knowing how cold that stone would be. No one could see in. She lifted her blouse and bra and pressed her tits onto the stone. Her nipples grew hard immediately and she moaned. If he were here...she knew what he'd be doing...throwing her forward over the counter, pulling down her pants, running his hand between her legs...only to find a dripping wet cunt. How could a counter arouse her so? It was a good thing she altered the plans to get lots of counter space.
She glanced across the way at the little nook next to the butler's pantry. She hadn't put anything in there yet. Maybe a little desk? She remembered her past. If her Dom were around to give advice and share his desires, he'd want a beam up there and a spotlight recessed in the ceiling to show her off, while he sat in the family room watching her between commercial breaks on tv: maybe even twisting her clamps tighter to see her wince. She would make some changes to allow for that.
She went upstairs. So many bedrooms. Four. Each could be designed in a different theme to be fucked in. But the master bedroom. A huge walk-in closet, a big bathroom, and her new bed things. If the Dom saw her new bed...well....first thing out of his mouth, "I need to put anchor points on this. This won't do!" And he'd be right.
L____ walked over to the bed and laid there...she still had her top up and she started playing with her tits, pinching the nipples really hard and twisting them. Odd, but that's the only thing that satisfied her anymore....that pain. It reminded her of him. She closed her eyes remembering his cock. If she thought hard enough she could pretend he was fucking her...the memory lingered of that last cock. Something she had never was replaced or changed in her mind. How he would dangle his cock over her bound, naked body, and if she arched up to get the cock he would pull away teasing her to beg for it. She could not say "Give me the cock," not with a penis gag shoved down her throat, choking on that black leather, but her eyes would tell him all: how much she wanted to be fucked, how she wanted him to gather up her huge tits, press them together and then shove his cock through them.
She would see the tip of the cock emerge if she looked down, dripping precum, thrusting out and back. She always knew if she could just get this gag out and twist enough, she could shove the cock into her mouth as it thrust forward. But. With the penis gag...impossible. Sometimes if she was a good slut, he would understand her needs and tit fuck her for a while: teasing her that he would shoot his hot cum over her face, cum she would have to wear for days--out in public. And she had. Proudly.
Or when he would hold his cock and run it along her cunt lips, flicking it against her clit, just to see her twist and scream trying to make it go inside her. "You love that cock, don't you slut?" Tell me! She nodded...no more sass in her now. She would do anything to be honored to receive his cum. The fight was out of her. He had gone too long. What could she do to make him want to fuck her?
A long thread of drool fell from her mouth onto her huge tits and left a trail. This was too much and humiliating. Didn't he remember? Didn't he know what she wanted? She remembered. The longer the gag stayed in her mouth, the more she drooled, and with a penis gag...a poor substitute for his cock... it only made it worse.
Or when he would wrap her hair around his hand and pull. She would scream under the gag. He would look deeply into her pleading eyes while her prone body carried the weight of his above her. She loved feeling that male weight. If only he knew. Feeling his chest press into her tits. His belly against hers. The cock darting and weaving in and out between her legs, but never penetrating. It was torture, and he knew it. She would do anything to be his best slut.
There were times he would leave the bed and walk over to a chair. Would he ever be here in this new space? She hadn't taken any of her old furniture, and that was a sad memory: the cum stained couch, the dining room chair that almost broke when she thrashed to get out of her ropes. Would he ever have her spread eagled on her new duvet, her new sheets? Not a cum stain on them. If he ever was here, she thought, he'd make sure he would leave some memories behind so that every time she saw a spot or a mark, she'd remember him.
It was always so humiliating when he sat in the chair, knowing he could see her open, receiving cunt and how wet it was. Full of blood. Deep pink. A few drops of cum and steam would rise. She glanced over at her balcony. Maybe he should string her up there, naked, so the people driving on the boulevard could see her on the upper levels as they drove home. She glanced at the ceiling. Another flaw in her planning. No anchor points in the ceiling in front of the windows. She made a mental note. "Fix that." Her Dom was a man who demanded perfection.
A tear slid from the corner of her eye. Remembering. His confident stride into the bedroom--any room, and him stroking himself, saying "Do you still have oil in the ready for me, slut?" Always. He only had to go into the master bath, open a cabinet and there was a new bottle, in its box. She remembered so many nights under candlelight, watching him pour oil into his hand and stroke himself, enjoying the sliding sensation the oil produced. On occasion, he would put a little drop on her clit and rub. She would scream ...loudly.
She knew she was a slut so starved for cock, she would cum even just by hearing his voice. "If I remove the penis gag, will you obey me and not lung for the cock with your mouth? You have to obey me. Don't you remember? I put my cock in your mouth and you must receive it. No sucking. To suck is to fail. I need to see your control after all of these years without having my cock."
She remembered the times he would walk over to the bed, climb on top, grasping the headboard while his hard cock dropped down toward her mouth. Let it find its way into her mouth. No hands. She would rear up to receive it. Always she wanted to ...almost....the will was so strong to suck....oh she wanted to suck so badly....but...she knew she had to be satisfied with this deep arousal at the potential fullness in her mouth and throat. She prayed she wouldn't choke on the cock when she gained access to it.
It always felt like the longest time, when her Dom was above her, looking down at her, while her mouth was stuffed with his cock. He didn't move. She didn't move. Even now she knew he would say, "Excellent, slut. You still remember." Very slowly...very slowly....because she could go cock crazy with a frenzy that would take her mind some place dark and unleashed....he began stroking inside her pretty, wet mouth, her lips swollen and wrapped around the hardness, a large vein throbbing, wanting to shoot down her throat, over her face, into her hair.
There were times...very rare times...when her Dom had completely surrendered to his own passions, and when he did, he screamed just as loudly as she did. She would never forget it. How he would say, his voice husky with lust, "Do you want me to fuck you, whore? You've missed my cock, haven't you? Day after day, starving for the one thing deprived you." "Do you want me to tit fuck you a little? He gathered up her huge breasts, pulling at the chain and clamps, and he would thrust into them while he held her breasts tightly together. As predicted, she leaned her head forward trying to flick her pink tongue at his cock head. Always. That desire never died.
She knew he had loved having her flick her tongue at the tip of his cock, faster and faster and there had been times he had stopped her saying, "You know my passions, but I can't have you ignoring the rest of the cock. Now suck some more." Her cheeks would sink with the pressure of her sucking. He liked stopping and controlling the heat. He would drop himself down on top of her, his voice buzzing in her ear. When it got like this, she lost her mind in his, wanting so much to give him pleasure. His letting his cock freely dangle over her cunt. She was embarrassed. She was dripping wet. Lying on her new bed in an empty house.
Without using his hands, he used to let his cock slide up and down her slit, watching her twist under him, and up, her breasts hurting as his chest cut into the clamps, making them dig deeper into her flesh. The cock touched the opening to her cunt. She really started thrashing then. Twisting in heat. Boldly saying to him, "Please give me your cock. I need to feel you inside me. I need to feel your hardness in me. I want to receive your hot shooting cum up in me."
When the cock would enter her, she would scream. Scream so loudly he had to half wonder if she would trigger some quirky alarm system. All was quiet in this warm, seductive room, and her demanding body, wanting cock and willing to do anything, even beg, to get it. Mentally punishing her to do without his cock this long. Yet she knew she had been wise to do without. Once you were trained. A trained sub. Bound to a Dom. You had no choice but to wait. He would decide when she received cock. Even if it took years. This was the discipline.
She hoped one day he would be able to look at her, deeply at her, and connect so well that she orgasmed just at the sight of him. The sight of the cock in full erection. She knew he would watch her crawl across the floor, kneeling in supplication, then looking up at him; collared with leash dangling between her tits, not daring, but praying, he would let one of her body parts feel his hot cock flesh as it touched her. Truly fucking her again.
The emotion. The sensation of the fucking. It was loosening her mind and taking her beyond the room, beyond anything that feeling what his body and his voice and his gaze had the power to do to her. Controlling her every action. Clamping her down, when need be, to slow her down. If she twisted any harder, she could hurt him, her cunt shoving side to side to maximize the fullness of him in her.
During the coming weeks, L____made repeated trips to the house, to watch its progress. So much done. What she did not know was that her Dom had been given the address, the directions, and the floor plans. He knew all. She also didn't know he had been given a set of keys, and he was already in the house. Waiting. Every time L____ came into the house, her mind was elsewhere. Remembering. Sad. She returned to her bedroom. The anchor points had been done. Good.
While upstairs she heard a knock at the door. WHAT? Then she remembered. Oh shit. E____ had said she was going to bring a curtain specialist to the house and give her fabric samples and a discount treatment she had designed for the house. "L____?" E____was under the windows yelling up. HEY! Answer the door. We've been trying for weeks to get this woman here." L____ went downstairs...never guessing her Dom was in the walk-in closet.
E____ and the designer entered the main rooms. E____had sharp eyes. Anchor points in the alcove...and a beam? She opened the pantry. Did he put those toe kicks in here? Hmmm. More anchor points. "You know L____, E____said, racing up the stairs, I really want to see the master bedroom in natural light, so we can pick the best colors." There was the Dom. The Dom she knew about, but L____ didn't know about, that she knew. Sigh. What a convoluted mess. E____whispered, "WHAT are you doing here?" What do I do? Do I go back down and act like I didn't see you? He walked over, naked and hard, and shoved her against the wall, thrusting his hardness into her. His precum left a stain on her clothes. Now she had to go downstairs to face these women with a wet cock imprint.
E____ backed away and folded the cloth so it didn't show as much. "Now I understand all of these little changes I have seen. It could only be you. L____would never do this on her own. Not with her recent life." She left the room trying to think of what she could say to L____...pretending she hadn't been in the bedroom, and while she was descending the stairs, the designer shot passed her. "Let's get to the bedroom first!" E____tried to stop her.
The designer walked in and saw the Dom, standing by the fireplace, the light flickering on his erection. Resigned, E____ thought, "Let the designer see. Let her want the cock. And she did. She dropped her sample cards and said, "L____?" "Hon?" You have got to share this." "Hard cock will be my commission." She went over immediately and grabbed at the Dom's cock. He glanced down at her.
"Just what do you think you are doing, you wanton whore?" "I'm going to have your cock!," she boldly said, a woman used to getting her own way. L____gets a discount on the drapes. I get you!" "Think again. Whore. L___is my submissive." That means L____does whatever I want her to do. And right now I want her to go over to her bureau, get scissors, and I am going to bound you to this anchor pointed bed."
"Yes. One of MY custom designs, bitch, and then I am going to have them cut your clothes off, while I watch, stroking myself, then I am going to either fuck you, or shoot my cum all over your expensive designs and this bed." The designer screamed and tried to run, but L____ slammed the door and turned the key. He chuckled. "Very good, slut." L____said to E____, Go into the closet and you will find some rope: a new package never opened." E____pretended she didn't understand, but she obeyed and handed L____the rope. L____knelt before her Dom and handed him the rope in supplication.
"All three of you kneel. I need to think about this. They all immediately knelt before him. L____turned and watched E____and the Designer obey him. L____ was not really surprised, because she knew of the Dom's power with words and his gaze.
"I want all three of you lined up on the bed at varied points." He proceeded to bind them up, one at a time, sometimes undoing the rope so he could achieve perfection with the rope line. It was no good if the arrangement wasn't visually pleasing. A few loosenings. Tightenings. There. Each slut bound. He went into L____'s walk-in closet and opened drawers. "Supplies." Multiple blindfolds. Ball gags in various styles: some with spikes. Collars. He took his time. He made several trips between closet and bureau and laid things out in organized rows. Everything aligned.
He picked different colors for each woman: Green for L___, Purple for E____, Chartreuse for the Designer. It was an old joke.
The Dom said, "We really should get this house color coordinated with the sex toys. It would set them off so nicely. Don't you think that's a good aesthetical approach," he asked the Designer? She could only nod her head. Speechless. What on earth was going on with these women? They didn't take orders from men...this strange man...yet...they did.
He went over and slashed away at L____'s clothes. She kept her face down. Then he went after E____. She turned her head away. The Designer was defiant. She glared at him. He walked over and clamped a leash around her collar and pulled. She screamed. "Shut UP, whore!" Look at how these women obey me. I think I'm going to fuck you in front of them. All over that nice fur rug in front of L____'s bedroom fireplace. They can watch."
He untied the Designer whore and guided her over to where a fire burned. The room had already darkened as the day descended. The flames of the fire bounced off naked bodies. He had never lost his erection. He stood over this strange woman and shoved his cock into her mouth while he stood over her: one hand with her leash wrapped around his hand...one with her hair wrapped around the other. He began thrusting into her mouth. She was choking on cock and screaming. The two sluts on the bed, eyes wide, wanting the cock...not daring to voice protest or they knew they would be punished.
L____, always the bold one, thought, "I'll risk it. I don't mind him thrashing me if I can ultimately receive the cock," and she told him as much. "Oh really?" He went to the bureau and picked up a flogger. He began flogging L____'s tits, hitting the aroused nipples and she screamed in pain, but she did not back down. He flogged at her exposed ass until the flesh looked raw, but L____ did not back down. He shoved the Designer's wet panties into L____'s mouth, but she did not back down. More defiant than ever to have his cock in her, or on her.
He tilted her face up to look at him, standing above her, flog in hand. "You really are starved for my cock, aren't you whore?" You would even take pain for it. The Designer was on all fours, stunned by what she saw. The Dom, now fully controlling all of the women, first went to the Designer, stroked his cock over her and quickly shot a part of his cum all over her face and ass. He then rapidly moved to E____ and shot cum on her tits and face and hair and said, "I know you will obey me. You have slut written all over you, and you will wear cum proudly. Won't you?" She nodded and she received.
Finally, he approached L____. The starved slut The brave slut who faced him down, in her desire to have his cock, above all else, willing to endure the pain he could inflict. He took her thick dark hair and wrapped it around his cock and stroked it, moaning. He went to reach for his oil and oiled his hardness, making L____present her tits to him, pressed together, while he tit fucked her, and then, as both women watching and releasing moans of desire, he mounted L____in front of them and fucked her, her legs high and thrashing in the air, her ass squirming under him.
The Dom bit her neck and said, "You have been an obedient slut. You above all receive my cock." And with that, he stroked harder and faster, releasing the very last drops of his cum into his most faithful of sluts.
Postscript: The curtains? Not beige and not chartreuse.
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