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Cum Girl is happiest when Master uses her for His pleasure. She craves instruction and left unattended she soon falls prey to doubts and worries as to whether Master wishes to own her. This evening I will ensure there will be no reason for her to doubt Master’s desire to possess her.
In erotic fiction dominant males always seem to wish to turn the females under their control into bimbo sex sluts only fit to service their friends and neighbours. This seems to me to be destructive and misogynistic wish fulfilment. She is my life partner, she stands at my side and I expect to be proud of everything she is and does. She has placed her life in my hands and it is my responsibility to ensure that her life is a happy one. Our relationship is positive, creative and in being Cum Girl she has become more than she ever was before.
I have instructed her to demonstrate her sophistication and poise. She is to show me how well she can present herself, carry herself and complete her instructions. When she arrives downstairs, I am delighted at the vision before me. She is holding herself erect, her back straight, shoulders back, eyes fixed in front of her. Her hair at last long enough to tie up, leaving her neck naked and her collar exposed. Her skirt has bunched and I straighten it and then she is there; as I desire; legs lengthened by her 4? heels, calves taut, hips and waist accentuated by her skirt, breasts naked and sparkling and her face alive with apprehension and pleasure.
I have her walk; immediately I can tell there is a problem with her shoes and she shuffles ungainfully. It is not pleasurable to watch; despite repeated instruction she has not mastered the art of walking as I require. On another evening I might have had her change her footwear and walk properly. However, tonight is not about walking, I have chosen the heels for standing in. I wish to see if she can maintain her poise as the evening progresses.
I allow her to sit and relax and allow myself to enjoy the pleasure of her company and the sight of her so wonderfully displayed. I savour these moments; having her ready and waiting, eager but nervous. I take my time, watching her sip her wine, smoke her cigarette and we chat. All the while I am waiting to take this beautiful, gorgeously presented, sophisticated woman and reduce her to a throbbing, panting, orgasming Cum Girl.
I leash her and lead her on her hands and knees to the front room. I have the cold leather of her leash wrapped around my hand and can feel its tautness as she struggles along trying to keep. She is incredibly sexy crawling: her tight arse wiggles, her breasts swing free, her head down turned, eyes to the ground, her collar tight around her neck, her leash leading her. She is the perfect picture of obedient submission and it is that obedience that I require her to demonstrate.
A long time ago I had her learn the Gor Slave Positions and I had her practice them until she could adopt them on command, but in our everyday life we really use only four (Kneeling, Collar, Inspection and Obedience). The Obedience Position is supposed to reflect her acceptance of herself as submissive and of me as Master. There should be no position she should be happier in than kneeling on all fours before her Master, kissing His feet.
I expect her to cum whilst doing this. I expect her to kiss, suck, lick and bathe her Master’s feet, to fuck her mouth with her Master’s feet and to cum with the pleasure of her submission. This evening she completes the Obedience routine as if it is a task. Her body is perfectly positioned, her mouth caressing my feet, but she shows no pleasure. I stop her and talk to her about my expectations, she lowers her mouth once again and then she is there, in that special place, ready to submit herself body and soul to her Master.
I gently stroke her hair, shoulders and back as her mouth moves over my feet. I love her like this; lost in her submission; truly Master’s Cum Girl. I can feel her breath hot and heavy now, I can feel her body twitching beneath my hand, she is starting to dribble saliva onto my foot as she sucks, licks and kisses it, her pelvis rising and falling. She is ready to cum and all she needs is to be released.
She is lost in her own pleasure. She needs to ask for permission so I prompt her: ?Please Master? and as she repeats my words back to me her orgasm overtakes her and I feel her shake beneath my hand, against my foot and leg. Everything is pleasure for her now. Her body writhes as she continues in her obedience. She pants a ?Please Master? into the skin of my foot and her second orgasm is released. As she cums I lift and turn her head and bring it to rest on my right foot and I sit back and sip my glass of wine as she salivates and cums her obedience.
She is flushed, panting, her breasts heaving gently, her hair dishevelled, her lips parted, her eyes shut. She is a vision of pleasure, cuming endlessly at my feet but I do not wish her to lose herself completely, and after a couple of minutes I gently guide her head up and return her to the Kneeling Position. I pass her a glass of wine and instruct her to have a drink and as she kneels and sips I tie ropes to her wrists in preparation for binding her.
I am going to tie her with her arms spread, perched on her heels and I am going to spank her. It has been a while since she has had a proper spanking and I intend to make this one last till her arms ache, till she can stand no longer, till she looses all control, till she is senseless from the pain and pleasure.
Once she is tied and spread, I push up her skirt and run a finger between her swollen labia. She is soaked. Cum Girl is always wet in my presence, usually sodden, but when truly aroused her vagina becomes liquid. She cums instantly, her head bobbing up, eyes firmly closed, arms already shaking under the tension of the rope. I bring my finger up, feed it between her parted lips and she greedily sucks it clean of her cum; then bites hard into my finger as another orgasm explodes through her.
I pull my finger free, leave her hanging and walk around behind her. I take a moment to admire her beautiful body, spread and bound, trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasms. Her arse cheeks are pale globes; curvier than when we first met. I run my hands across them and they ripple slightly at my touch.
I have learnt how to spank her now. Earlier in our relationship I would have begun with hard sharp smacks but now I understand the importance of warming her up, of bringing the nerve endings in her arse alive, of gradually increasing both the strength and tempo of the blows and of giving her periods of respite and affection.
I use the brush first; dragging the teeth across her skin, watching her arse redden, covering the whole of the surface of both cheeks and down to the tops of her thighs; all the while being careful to avoid her soaking wet pussy. I place my other hand on her pubis in order to hold her fixed and so I can feel her body responding. I am surprised to find the whole of her pubic mound soaked; my hand strays further down, just touches the top of her vagina above her clitoral hood: she is drenched and her body is spasming beneath my touch.
I take my time punishing her with the brush’ till her arse is reddened to my satisfaction. I swivel the brush and start paddling her; short, firm strokes, pushing short pulses of pain through her. Initially she pulls herself away from the pain and then as the pleasure builds, pushes her arse backwards to meet each and every stroke.
She is cuming continuously now. She concertinas her legs, spreads them wide at the knees, pushes her arse back further, her head raised skywards, her mouth panting, flecks of saliva at it’s corners, she is hanging from her wrists, her weight pressed down hard against my hand on her pubis. I can feel the pleasure building in her, feel her shuddering as the intensity of each orgasm grows, and hear her labouring to fill her lungs with sufficient oxygen.
?Cum? a whisper in her ear and I release her. I hold her to me as she cums. Feel this orgasm pass through her body flowing back and forth in gradually diminishing waves. Feel it gradually subside. I rest her head on my shoulder; stroke her hair, my other hand wrapped around her waist holding her close to me. I want her to know that she is safe and that her Master loves her.
We stand, bodies pressed together, breath intermingling, her hair damp against my chest. I feel the steady rise and fall of her breasts as she recomposes herself, as she fills her lungs with air, and as her breathing steadies, I start again. Finger nails scraped across her skin; the slap of my hand against the flesh of her arse. I feel the sting of pain across my palm, feel her body quiver and then I stroke away the pain with a gentle caress. Smack upon smack, building the pain; hand against arse, flesh on flesh, increasing the tempo; a throbbing in my hand, her arse brightening from its punishment, her body writhing in pleasure in its bonds.
Dominance and submission has always been the core of our relationship, bondage and discipline our pleasure. I’ve never considered myself a sadist or her a masochist; but at moments like this with her body spread and helpless, the palm of my hand spanking her reddened arse with progressively firmer blows, it is impossible to deny the enjoyment I get from causing her pain and the pleasure she gets from receiving it.
So I spank my Cum Girl and she hangs in her bonds, pushes her arse back, spreads her thighs wide, wobbles in her heels, her hair now a wild tangle, her mouth agape, eyes fixed shut, her head alternately lifting to the ceiling then collapsing down to rest on her heaving chest. She is there before me but she is gone; her sophistication and poise but a memory.
Cum Girl’s orgasms are amazing things. Once in her special place, once her orgasms start, she cums continuously. But behind the endless waves of pleasure that flood her body, there is another orgasm taking form and it is as if each time she cums a little part of her orgasm collects elsewhere until her whole body is tense waiting for ‘the orgasm’ to explode through her. As her orgasms intensify she bends her legs at the knees trying to spread her thighs as wide as possible, lowering herself as close to the floor as her bound wrists allow. She is flushed, her skin glows, her eyelids flutter uncontrollably, every single muscle in her body is taut. She desperately needs release.
?Cum.?
Her whole body explodes with her orgasm. I wrap my arms around her petite, vibrating body, pull her close to me and feel the waves of pleasure crash through her. I rest her head on my shoulder, nestle my nose in her hair, and kiss away the sweat on her face and neck. I hold her so she knows I love her, that she has her Master there to look after her, to care for her, to protect her and that nothing bad need ever happen in her world again.
I wait for her orgasm to subside. I am trying to decide whether she can endure more punishment; more pleasure. I kiss her, hold her, and caress her gently. She responds her mouth eager beneath mine, and her body fluttering beneath my touch. I focus my attention on her breasts and pussy. I am still stood behind her, still have my arms wrapped around her, she is still resting her head on my shoulder but now the hands that stroked; punish. Now they find the fleshier parts of her and pinch, scratch, and abrade. Where there was once comfort now there is pain and she delights in it.
I am going to spank her pussy; that is how I will finish with her. It is the ultimate abuse. The soft flesh of her pubis, her swollen labia, her engorged clitoris, her drenched vagina, the centre of so much pleasure for her will feel the pain of my hand smacking into them. It is a special pleasure for her and I frequently reserve it for the finale of our lovemaking. She always cums hard when her pussy is spanked, her release is instant and complete. So, as I scratch my fingernails roughly across her sensitised skin, I make her ask, make her plead, make her beg, knowing that the added humiliation will make it all the more delightful for both of us. The anticipation is divine.
?You will ask for it Cum Girl.?
?Yes Master.?
?If you desire it you will plead for it.?
?Yes Master.?
Her pubis is red raw now. My fingernails are dug deep into her flesh. She is cuming endlessly beneath me. Her whole body is shaking; she is balanced precariously in her heels and in danger of collapsing at any moment.
?Please Master.?
?What Cum Girl??
?Please spank my pussy Master.?
A sharp slap; she cums hard.
?Please spank my pussy Master.?
Again.
?Please spank my pussy Master.?
Again and again and again; a series of short sharp spanks connecting hard against her reddened pubis, punishing her clitoris and squelching into her soaked vagina. She throws her head back, pants her ?Please Masters? and shudders violently as she cums and cums. I smack her 10, possibly 20, times; each smack connecting hard between her wide-spread legs and then it is too much; the pain outweighing the pleasure and reflexively her thighs shut. She is done. She can take no more.
I untie her bonds, assist her in stepping down out of her heels, pull her body close to mine and hold her quivering and shaking against me. She can’t stop cuming now. I place her mouth to my neck and she sucks, nibbles and bites, holding on limpet fashion as I stroke her hair, her face, her neck, back and arms. Everything is tenderness now; I pull her close to me, caress her, and feel her beating heart next to mine and she cums again and again and again. She has no control now and the slightest touch causes her to cum. She has no poise, no sophistication; she is Master’s lost and orgasming Cum Girl and He loves her.
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