Punishment

"What if I told you that I have been writing a blog about us?," I asked shyly as I lay next to him.

"Have you been?," he asked evenly. "For how long?"

"Maybe...for a couple of weeks," I admitted. He took my hand and put it on his cock, which was growing harder. I thought he was trying to tell me that the writing turned him on.

"Do you write about how much you love this cock?," he inquired.

"Yes."

"About how much you love to suck it, how hungry you are for it?" He pushed my head down on it and I nodded yes.

"About how I give you exactly what you need?" I nodded and moaned onto his cock. He gathered my long hair into his hands to direct my head up and down his shaft. Suddenly, he yanked my head up by the hair so he could look me in the eyes. He slapped me hard across the face.

"Why didn't you tell me you were doing that?," he yelled, smacking me again and again before I could respond. "Why didn't you tell me?" He shook me and I stammered, "I don't know."

He pushed my head down violently on his cock and held me there until I gagged, then he pulled my head back up by the hair so he could look me in the eyes.

"You don't keep secrets from me, do you understand that?," he demanded, shaking my head by his grip on my hair.

"Yes," I wailed. I was miserable. I had disappointed him and now he was angry. I started sobbing.

"You should have told me," and he smacked me again. I was sobbing, trying to look away, but he held my head in place. "You should have told me." He watched me, let me sob pathetically. All I could do was say "I'm sorry" over and over again. But I don't think he cared if I was sorry, or if I had an explanation.

"Once you stop crying, put my cock back in your mouth." I calmed down and he pushed my head back down.

After a moment, he dragged me by my hair to the place on the bed next to him. He leaned over me and put his hand on my neck, holding my face up so that I could only see him out of the corner of my eye. He put his face right up to the side of my mine and growled in my ear, "You don't keep secrets from me, Kitten. I guess you haven't learned that lesson yet, have you?" He tightened his grip on my neck so I couldn't respond or nod my head. He wasn't waiting for me to answer him, anyway. He was telling me and I would have to learn.

"I think you forgot your place, didn't you? I think I have to train you to be a better girl for me." Harder, he choked me so that I was bucking underneath his hand, trying to breathe. He was getting angrier and angrier. There was no placating him, I just had to take what he was giving me as punishment. All my apologies were worthless. I just had to wait for it to be over.

My upper body was up off the bed as I tried to get out from under his grip and he twisted his hand to keep his hold on me. "Don't you forget who owns you. Don't you EVER forget that I own you." He bit me hard on my upper arm again and again, then finally threw me down.

He knelt over me, pinning me down, and stroked his cock fast. "You're mine, Kitten. Don't you ever forget that." I started sobbing again, overwhelmed by his anger and his power. I felt like a stupid child for disobeying him. As the tears coursed down my cheeks, he came. He came all over my chest and my stomach. I arched my back to feel his cum wash over me, wash away all that I had done wrong.

Begging

"Be a good girl and go get your beads, then come right back here."

I quickly went over to the bedside table to get the small anal beads from the top drawer and climbed back to the place next to him on the bed.

"Good girl," he cooed as he took the beads from me. He loves it when I'm responsive. Once he told me to look at him and I snapped my head up suddenly - he loved that.

He laid down and pulled me over him so that he could lick my clit while I took him in my mouth. He slowly circled his tongue over my clit, making me squirm and moan onto his cock. After a minute, I felt him touching the first bead to my asshole.

"Tell me what you want," he ordered quietly. When I hesitated, he smacked me hard on the ass and said louder, "Tell me!"

"I want the beads in my ass," I gasped.

"You want the beads, all of them?" he asked, toying with me.

"Yes, please, please, I want the beads."

"Please? Are you begging me, Kitten?"

"Yes, oh please, put them in, please." I was breathless.

"I don't think I told you to stop sucking my cock." As I took him back into my mouth, I felt him slide the first bead in. I moaned as he pushed it in, moaned harder as he used his finger to push it deeper into my ass.

"You take these beads so good into your little asshole, don't you?" I kept moaning as he slid the next one in, and the next. "I think you might be ready for a bigger set. What do you think, Kitten?"

I moaned, keeping his cock in my mouth, excited and terrified of the larger beads.

"Yeah, I think you'd like that. I think you want the largest set." He tugged on the string dangling out of my asshole, making me whimper and squirm. His voice, previously gentle and teasing, suddenly turned gruff. "Get up on all fours, now."

He slammed into me from behind, hard. I cried out. I could feel his cock tight in my pussy, rubbing against the beads in my ass. I knew he could feel the beads too from the way he was moaning. He pushed my shoulders down toward the mattress and fucked me harder. He tugged on the string, waiting for me to come.

"Touch your little clit for me," he moaned and I did. I came hard, screaming face-down into the mattress. And just as I came, he pulled hard on the string, tearing the beads from my ass in one quick movement.

I laid flat on my stomach, breathing heavily. He stroked my hair, telling me that I was such a good girl for him, that the beads looked so hot coming out of my ass.

"You took so much for me, you're such a good girl for me," he soothed as he pulled me over him. He brought my face up to his so he could look me in the eye. "I think you can take more, can't you?"

I nodded groggily, not sure what more I could take but knowing that I didn't have much of a choice.

"I should make you take more for me. I should fuck your ass right now. Is that what you want?," he coaxed.

I didn't know what the correct answer was to his question because, at some point, I knew that the answer didn't matter. I was having trouble focusing on how best to respond. He smacked my face and repeated his question. "Do you want me to fuck your ass right now?" I mumbled that I didn't know. I was so confused. Was he just threatening me? Did he want me to say yes or did he want me to say no so that he could force me to do it anyway?

"I think I'm going to fuck your ass," he mused. "Ask me for it."

I took a deep breath and squeezed my eyes shut. "Please fuck my ass," I mumbled reluctantly.

"Louder, and open your eyes and look at me," he demanded.

"Please fuck my ass," I said in a clear voice that surprised me. I was getting wetter and rubbed my pussy against his leg. He ground his hips up against me, feeling how turned on I was getting.

"Please? Are you begging me to fuck your ass?"

"Yes, please fuck it," I begged, burying my head in his chest. "Please, please, I want it." I did. I needed it so badly at that moment.

"You're such a good little girl. You beg so well, Kitten." He was smiling at his accomplishment. "Now, get up on your hands and knees and take my cock in your ass."

His only

I was an anal virgin when I met Him. I wasn't a meek girl in my previous life, not in the least, but I had never had anal sex, not even with a long-term boyfriend. I always wanted to in theory, but every time there was a cock pressing at my asshole, I chickened out.

I thought I should have had anal sex by my age. It seemed like everyone and their mother had taken it up the ass, no problem, and I was the only baby left. So yeah, I lied about it to partners and peers, all the while avoiding the big A.

But there was no obfuscation when it came to Him. I couldn't bluff my way through it with him. He's not a schoolboy and I'm not in charge any more. He's a dominant and anal service is de rigeur, expected. It's part of being a submissive that I want and that I finally had to face up to.

So one night while he was talking dirty in my ear, I buried my face in the pillow and told him that I had never had anal sex. He looked almost pleased with himself because he had elicited such a girlish confession from me. He loved the idea that no one had been in my ass before, that I had been saving it for him. That seemed so odd to me since I had spent the past 10 years trying to overcome my sexual inexperience. Suddenly, my one innocence was of considerable value to Him.

He was gentle with me, but he had a plan. He was going to train me, teach me to take him little by little. He'd use everything at his disposal to work me up to his cock - first his fingers, then beads, a plug - until I could learn to love every inch of him in my ass.

The first time, I was curled up with him after coming again and again. He was stretched out behind me, kissing my neck and running his hands over my hips. I coyly scooted back into his crotch and felt his surprising hardness against the softness of my buttocks. I heard a small intake of breath and he paused.

His hands were busy for a moment while he turned away from me, but when he turned back and pressed against me, I could feel that his cock was slick with lube. As he pushed against my asshole, he whispered, "Just the head, Kitten," as if to speak at full volume would break the spell and, with it, my resolve. He pressed firmly, inserting himself only a few inches before pausing to listen to my shallow breaths.

The rest he left up to me.

"Kitten, push back when you're ready," he cooed softly into my ear through my hair. And as he kissed and nibbled on the back of my shoulder, that's exactly what I did. I took a deep breath and felt myself open up for him until I was full.

I could only take a few thrusts that first night and I'm still not trained enough for a good ass-pounding. But I'm getting better every time, taking more of him and pushing past the overwhelming intensity to come harder than I thought I could. He has been so patient, but I worry that his patience with me will eventually run out. How long will it be before he doesn't let me stop when it gets to be too much, when he decides when I've had enough? There's a part of me that is frightened...and then there's a darker part of me that wants my time to run out.

Choke

Things with Him escalated very quickly once we started. We didn't sit around for weeks making lists of won'ts or talking about limits. He just started taking things from me that I never knew that I wanted to give up. He just did. Anything that I was uncomfortable with became part of my submission - how deep would I go to please him? How far down the rabbit hole?

He was over me, fucking me deep with my legs around his waist, glowering down and me and telling me to take his cock, all of it. Occasionally, he'd roll me onto my side and continue fucking me with one of my legs thrown over his hip, then he'd force me back onto my back. At one point, he rolled me onto my side again and held my face at arm's length, turning it from side to side. He considered it, murmuring, "What a good little slut you are for me, Kitten."

He slid his hand down to my neck. His large hand covered the entire front of my neck from my chin to my collarbone. I felt him tighten his grip as he fucked me harder. His eyes were burning black, burning into me as my eyes widened in fear. Tighter, he held me tighter by the neck and I put my hands up to his, gripping them.

I wasn't choking, exactly - I could still breathe if I could stop freaking out - but the pressure of his hand was scaring me. He could hurt me, really hurt me, so easily. He could kill me. How long had I known him, really? Did anyone know where I was that day in case I went missing? That rage in his eyes - what had I done to make him so angry? How far would he go to punish me? I starting clawing at his hand around my throat, desperate now like a wild animal trying to escape a predator.

And then I realized - trust him. Trust that he can take you to the edge and keep you from falling over. Trust that he has hurt you many times before but always returned you safe to your bed. Trust his eyes that, now I think about it, just look excited, not murderous.

So I let go. My whole body went limp as I relaxed every muscle that had been tensed against him a moment before. And as quickly as I stopped fighting him, his hand loosened against my neck. He smoothed back my hair and kissed me. Could he sense the power of my submission at that moment? That I had put my life in his hands and come out unscathed on the other side. That I trust him to take me anywhere, anywhere.

Bonding

He and I are very closely bonded, very connected. We operate in sync, in perfect mental and emotional coordination. It is wonderful and special, truly one of the things that I treasure about my relationship with Him. When it's working, it is the most amazing thing that I have ever experienced. But when it's not...well, that's another story.

Recently, we went through such a period. Family events, a flu bug that I caught, a cold that he caught, and a holiday apart all came back to back to back and kept us physically apart. Of course, the physical absence is significant for us. Going a couple of weeks without feeling his hands on my neck or without kneeling in front of him made me feel like I had come completely unmoored. But it was the added mental separation that killed us. We were both feeling lousy and started getting on each other's nerves. Petty jealousies came out and tempers flared. I lost all sense of my place and he didn't have the time or the opportunity to discipline me. My submission was completely gone - it had abandoned me. I knew that his control was missing but I had no way to put it back in place. I'm not extremely needy as submissives go, but this period of alienation was driving me to desperation.

With no end in sight for another few weeks, we were finally able to steal away two hours together. It was an extremely welcome respite from everything else, but it didn't even start to scratch the itch. We clung to each other desperately, knowing that we would have to part soon. He made me come and come, but each time only made me need him more.

During a brief lull, I told him that I had been fantasizing about increasing violent spankings during our time apart. I needed him to lay into me. I asked him to please, please spank me. I needed it to ground me, to connect us during this very brief time together.

He rolled me over and softly ordered me to get across his knee. He patted his lap and stretched me over it. He caressed my ass cheeks slowly, whispering into my hair, "Is this what you need, Kitten? You need me to hurt you, spank you until your ass is all red?"

"Yes," I sighed, feeling safe and settled for the first time in weeks. I couldn't wait to show him how much I could take for him.

After a few slow warm-up spanks, he started to sound different - his voice was louder, deeper. He ordered me onto all fours with that sadistic edge in his voice. He told me to close my eyes while he went off in search of something. He came back and braced his left hand against my neck. I dropped my head and tilted my ass up to his right hand. He paused. I waited.

He brought the leather strap down hard across my right ass cheek and pulled it back quickly - a stinging blow. I gasped, sighed, moaned, sobbed all at once in relief. I was home.

He continued, alternating fast series of small blows with harder, glancing blows interspersed with pregnant pauses. My head was swimming with pain and exhilaration. After a time, all I could feel was his left hand against my neck, resting there softly. The strap kept falling. I was inside the pain, curled up deep within it. The pain was all around me, pressing in at me. I was the pain. I was only pain.

He put his head down on my back. We were both panting, exhausted. He murmured, "Kitten, you are such a good girl. You're my good little girl." He reached back to feel my dripping pussy. The wetness was running down my legs. He pulled me over him and pushed my head down onto his cock. I sucked at it purely by instinct, slowly taking his hard cock deep into my mouth. I was focused on looking up at his face while I sucked on him. He was staring down at me with the most intense look in his eyes.

Just as he came, he reached out his hand to me. I rested my head on his thigh, holding his hand in both of mine. I closed my eyes.

I was on my back on the couch with my bra pushed up over my breasts, naked from the waist down, my legs spread open. He was on his knees in front of me, slowly teasing my clit with his tongue. His eyes were on me the whole time - he watched me writhe and moan my way toward an orgasm. Just before he brought me to a screaming climax, he suddenly stood and grabbed me by the hair.

He pushed me onto my knees on the couch facing the back cushions so that my ass pointed in the air toward him. I felt his hard cock brush against the cheeks of my ass, then rub against my wet pussy.

Then, to my alarm, he was pushing against my asshole with no warm-up, no lube, no preparation. I started stammering and gasping, eventually croaking out several "nos" in succession. He pulled back on my hair with a snap.

"What did I just hear you say?," he rasped in my ear.

"I...I just...I mean, the lube is in the other room..."

He cut off my blubbering. "I will put it wherever. I. Want. Do you understand?"

"...yes," I sobbed into the back of the couch, feeling miserable. He forced his cock into my pussy and tightened his grip on my hair.

"You don't say no to me. I will fuck you wherever and whenever I want. Do you understand?," he growled as he pounded into me.

"Yes," I gasped.

"Do you?" He pulled back harder on my hair until my neck was strained. I grabbed at the back of the couch to anchor myself against his angry thrusts.

"Yes," I whispered as I looked up over my shoulder at him.

"Good," he said with a sigh. I had disappointed him and he was going to punish me. "Now, get up. I am going to cum in your face."