While I don’t have the temperament to be a full time submissive, I do like to dabble now and again. Thankfully, I have a friend with whom to dabble, when the urge strikes…

He left a key under the mat. I let myself in and found His instructions on what He likes to call his “altar.” A single handwritten sheet, lying beside a collar and leash, read, “Be in position when I arrive.” He’d be home around 5:30, but I knew better than to wait. Once, He surprised me early; it was several days before I could sit without wincing.

I had been kneeling for more than forty minutes when He walked through the door. Other than the collar and leash (also attached to the doorknob), I was naked. I was in His favorite submissive position: naked, on the floor, sitting back on my heels, knees spread wide, hands behind my back and eyes downcast. He stepped forward until his crotch was pressed against my face and I rubbed my cheek against Him like a cat. Taking the leash he led me into His play room. He took a chair and I knew to get back into position on the floor before him.

He ordered me to masturbate for him. I removed one hand from behind my back and slowly slid my fingers up my thigh to my exposed pussy. My finger circled and rubbed my clit before sliding inside my wet pussy. My fingers probed deeper and deeper inside, as my hips began to rise to the rhythm. I felt His riding crop caressing the underside of my breasts, as I pleasured myself for Him. The first sting against my nipple made me cry out.

He ordered me to stand, buckled leather cuffs around my wrists, and blindfolded me. After a few adjustments of His suspension ropes, He had my arms above my head. I was stretched until only my toes touched the ground. He raised my left thigh parallel to the floor. With another length of rope, He made a loop and hooked it around my shin, holding my left leg suspended, my pussy again open and exposed.

He walked around me, His crop caressing my stomach, my breasts, and the back of my thigh. He stepped in close behind me, and reached His hands around me, sliding them up my torso and cupped my breasts. Kneading and stroking them, He applied pressure to my nipples. I could feel a tightening in my abdomen as my pussy began to throb. He released me when I began to whimper.

After reaching down to feel how wet I was, He slipped a vibrator inside me. He adjusted it to a medium setting and continued to pace around me. This time the crop lashed out instead of caressed.

When the vibrator slipped out and fell to the floor, I felt the first real blow. The crop came down across my ass; I could hear its whistling descent through the air before it struck, leaving a welt. I choked back a scream into more of a muffled cry. The vibrator was pushed back into place, and the small whips continued to dance across my skin. I felt little stings everywhere. He paid particular attention to my nipples and the back of my exposed right thigh.

The third time the vibrator dropped, I came when the crop slashed across my ass. I got another two lashes for coming without permission. Tears were streaming down my face and my pussy was dripping as well. He knew it was pointless to continue with the vibrator, I was too wet to hold it in.

He released the ropes that had held me balancing on the toes of my right foot, and He caught me before I collapsed to the floor. He carried me to His alter, and positioned me on my stomach. His hands brushed lightly across the welts on my ass, before bending to run His tongue along the length of each welt. My whole body shook from the light touch across my aching skin.

He opened my legs and easily slid his cock into my wet pussy. He fucked me hard, pounding His cock inside me. I cried out with each thrust, begging Him to allow me cum. When He finally acquiesced, He came with me, buried deep inside me, as my body trembled beneath Him.

He carried me to His bed and I fell into the deep sleep of the thoroughly fucked.