A BDSM Fantasy: An Ordinary Submissive Day

I awake, naked in His arms, His hand between my legs, prodding me awake. He whispers in my ear, “On your belly.” I roll to my belly, spread my legs wide, cross my wrists over my head and lift my hips for His pleasure. He grabs my wrists and holds them tight. He rubs my sex but I’m already moist and ready for him.. He uses it to moisten my anus and slips his fingers inside. I gasp at the sudden stretch. He pumps His fingers while kissing and biting my neck and shoulders. I moan for Him. He likes to hear my moans in the mornings. When my legs start to tremble, He slides between them and plunges into me in one swift move. I mewl with pleasure and my hips lift higher, inviting Him deeper.
He orders me not to cum. He never lets me cum in the mornings. He likes for me to be at a heightened awareness and desire for the whole day, awaiting His touch when He returns. But, he loves to give the order and I love to hear it. I whisper, “Yes, Master.”
He grinds into me. He grips my wrists tighter and presses His body down on mine, pressing me into the mattress, holding me motionless. He plunges into me and wiggles His fingers, trying to push me to the very edge. With His order, I know not to beg for release, it won’t be given. I begin to whimper as it becomes so very hard to hold back. He releases me and grabs my hips with both hands. I remain where I am. I know not to move. He spreads my ass and legs as wide as they will go and drives into me forcefully and cums as His fingers dig into my hips. I slow my breathing and drag myself back from the edge. He leans down to me and kisses my neck. “Good girl. Now, go make me breakfast.”
 I make His breakfast as He showers and gets ready for work. As He eats, I sit at His feet and rest my head on His knee. He reads the news for the morning and then gets up. I follow Him to the door, awaiting any special orders for the day. He opens the door and steps out. He turns back and I step into the doorway. He likes to let me know He can show me off whenever He wants to whomever might be watching at His whim. He gives me a light kiss and says, “No touching.” I shudder with anticipation. That means He plans on a reward for me tonight.
I drop my eyes. “Yes, Master.”
“I’ll be back at 6:40.” I know this is a declaration that the conversation is over and merely nod, saying nothing. I never take the last word, it is always His.

I remain naked and make sure the house is in order and all the bills are paid. I don’t mind. I prefer not to wear clothes at home. He likes to know that each room is being subtly scented with our morning exercise. He also likes me to be naked at home. Sometimes He walks about naked, but sometimes He wears clothes to show me He can expose Himself or not to me and I do not have the same privilege. However, if I’ve displeased Him, He makes me wear clothes. Not ones of my choosing that would be sexy for Him, but one that reminds me of a burqa. I know if He doesn’t want to look at my body I’ve done something terribly wrong. I do have sexy clothes I can wear for Him when we go out to the park, the mall, the beach, dining or whatever.
After the house is in order, I take my shower and run any errands. Then, I have thirty minutes at the gym. I like to stay in shape for His touch. He doesn’t mind it either. Then, I do any grocery shopping and return home. I remove my clothes and, now that my nose isn’t accustomed to the scent, I can smell our combined scents in each room. It arouses me but I refrain from easing any desire I have. I work on my studies and crafts until a half hour before He is to come home. I begin preparing our supper. One minute before He is to arrive, I will put it in the oven, either to cook, to finish cooking or to keep warm.
When He arrives, I greet Him at the door. I take His coat and case and ask what He would like to drink. As He sits down, I put away His things and get His drink. I rub His shoulders and ask about His day. Right now, I expect only something like, ‘it was long’ or ‘it was productive’, just something general. I want Him to relax and let go of his worries. I work hard to relax Him. If I do a good job, when I finish and kneel at His feet, He will let me take His cock out and suck it. I know there are women who do it just because their guy likes it, but, I really enjoy it. I like being able to just focus on this one thing without it being a part of ‘other’ sex. He nods at me and I smile delightedly. I open His pants and remove Him from His constraint. I adore Him with my hands and eyes first, loving the sight and feel of Him. I glance up at Him. He’s watching me. I smile. He doesn’t smile back. I know He likes to make me think I’m not performing well enough so I try harder. But, I know he enjoys my adoration. He sometimes stands in front of me, naked, and won’t let me touch. All I can do is look. But, I can see how it affects Him. I can see His cock become engorged. I look back down and take Him in my mouth. I taste Him all over first. I love tasting Him. All of Him, but ever so much more so His cock. It’s perfect, beautiful and talented. I love the slight bend it has to the right. It’s just thick enough my fingers can’t quite get around Him and just long enough I can’t reach the end as I slide Him in my mouth.
I can’t deep-throat. According to the Kama Sutra, I’m a rabbit. I have a small mouth. A big voice, but a small mouth. I wish I could deep throat and He’s constantly pushing me harder to get there. Maybe I will someday. It saddens me that I can’t. I try but it feels like He hits a brick wall at the back of my throat. I don’t know how that feels to Him and I don’t want it to feel like a brick wall slamming into Him. I wish there was some surgery you could get to make your throat bigger. I may have to bring up my feeling of failure in this case with Him and see what He says.
I lick, play and suck on Him to my heart’s content. Well, not quite. Dinner’s in the oven and He will decide when the party’s over. I just enjoy the time He gives me. I know the things He enjoys most and jump back and forth between them. I know when He’s getting close and how to back off at just the right time until He grabs my head and forces me to do exactly what He wants to cum in my mouth. When He takes my head in His hands, I relax and let Him use my mouth as He pleases. I love it when He pulls me hard against Him and bends over me. I know his semen will taste hot and salty. I know it will have a touch of sweetness as well. I love the taste of it. But, I love the act of getting it ready for me the most. I could play with His cock all day if He’d let me.
After He finishes, I wash and take dinner out and set it on the table. He asks about my day as we eat. He wants to know everything. I don’t hold back anything that happened to me. I know He will be disappointed in me if I try to hide anything from Him. After dinner, He returns to the living room and pulls out His work while I clean the kitchen. I join Him when I’m finished and He tells me about His day. He talks about His work knowing I may be able to give an insight to a problem or ask a question that may spark and insight for Him. I love that He trusts my intelligence and asks for my opinion. I know that He is looked up to at work because He can solve so many of their problems. I laugh to myself, knowing that He has two brains to their one.
When He closes His work papers, I know it’s time for whatever He has planned for us for the night. He smiles at me. My excitement rises. I’ve pleased Him and now He will reward me. He leads me to our playroom/bedroom. He binds my wrists to the ends of a bar hanging from the ceiling and my ankles to eyebolts inset into the floor as wide apart as my wrists. Every part of my body is now completely exposed for Him and His desires. He stands before me and looks into my eyes as He attaches a suction device to my clit. As He increases the suction, the pain/pressure/pleasure increases and I groan from the intense sensation of my clit being distended as it’s pulled into the cylinder. I want to shut my eyes and just feel, but He wants my eyes on His. I feel my vagina start to pulse, preparing to orgasm. I gasp, “Stop. Stop, now.” It’s not an order but a signal. If He continues, I won’t be able to stop from going over. I know when it’s close. I have to give the signal.
Once, I didn’t. I wanted to know what it felt like to orgasm from just that. His face went cold and He unbound me. He had me lay on the bed and gave me five hard hits with the crop. Hard. I wasn’t allowed to cry out and had to apologize after each one. He had me stand and tell Him why I’d received the punishment. His face wasn’t angry, it was full of disappointment. That hurt so much worse than the crop. Then, He brought out one of those cat scratch pads…the ones that looked like corrugated cardboard set on its side, and made me sit on it in the corner all night while He slept. The pad rubbed the welts and made the night uncomfortable. I didn’t get much sleep, sitting up with my ass aching. But, it wasn’t the discomfort that devastated my night, it was the shame. It was my selfishness that was the cause of His disappointment and the ruin of our evening. I never failed to tell Him again.
He gave me a few seconds to become acclimated to the pain/pleasure while He retrieved the blindfold. As He placed it on me, He ordered, “You will not cum without permission.” A wave of pleasure shot through me. He was going to allow me an orgasm. The pleasure that rolled through me made my genitals clench and shake the suction cylinder causing my clit to throb and send another wave of pleasure through me. As I focus on my breathing to regain my control, He hangs weights from my nipple rings. The weights cause my breasts to throb along with my clit. I realize it will take everything I have to get through the night to the total ecstasy He has planned. I will not fail Him. I want to please Him and give Him everything He wants. And, I love the extreme orgasms He can give me.
It begins as it always does, with the lash. He lashes every inch of my skin except my neck and face. It stings slightly, but this is merely the warm up. This part helps me to relax. I know it sounds strange, but the stinging helps my body to become more sensitive and that relaxes me. Some parts, like my upper back, thighs and butt He strikes with more force. Every couple of minutes He stops and rubs His body against mine, soothing the sting and bringing more blood to the skin. Then, He begins the second stage. Still with the lash, He strikes the fleshier areas harder and faster. The stings this time make me gasp. When He is pleased with the appearance of what He has done, we move to the next part.
This part is always a surprise for me. I never know what He will choose as the starring toy in our play. My body tingles from the lash and the anticipation of what will be next. He drags His fingers along my skin, stretching out my anticipation. I love His touch. I could stay here all night and just wallow in the feeling of His fingers on my skin. As He walks around me, touching every part of me, He whispers what He might be intending. He describes what He might do with one toy and then what He might do with another. I have no idea which He will choose but they all sound wonderful. Each description makes my insides tremble. He asks if my arms are okay, if I need a stretch before continuing. I straighten them and twist them slightly and tell Him I’m okay. Again, I know not to lie or stretch the truth. If I become weary and have to interrupt the next part of our play, it will be a disappointment to us both.
He steps away for a moment. I can feel the cool air of the room on my heated skin. I hear Him opening our toy chest. He walks back and stands in front of me. I can feel the warmth of His body, but His skin doesn’t touch me. I want to lean forward and press my skin against His. But, I haven’t been given permission to give in to my desires. I wait quietly to find out what He has chosen. I can’t see Him or hear Him move, but I sense His arm move around behind me. A stinging starts in my thigh and travels up across my butt. It is more concentrated than the stinging of the lash  I gasp and arch my back. He’s chosen the electric wand. I wonder what the game will be with it. The stinging begins on my other thigh and moves upward. He tells me the rules of our game. “I’m going to draw pictures on you. If you guess them right, you’ll be rewarded. If you miss three of them, you’ll have to wait for another day for permission to cum.” My chin trembles as I realize the challenge He is giving me.
Years ago, I mastered how to ignore the sensations my body sent to my brain. I was abused and sought a way to survive. Ignoring pain was my way out. It was a blessing and a curse. A blessing because I was able to escape the abuse as it was occurring. A curse because I was never able to feel a gentle touch and needed pain to feel anything. With this game, He was telling me He wanted me to listen to my body, not tune it out. To have a better chance of recognizing the pictures, I’d have to accept the pain, not ignore it. I loved and hated His challenges. I love them because He helped me to grow with them. I hated them because there was a greater chance of failure. I did not want to fail.
He started with an easy one. He wound the wand around the bottom and up over the top of my left breast, down to my belly button and back up around the other. It left sa tingly picture in its wake. I smiled. “A heart, Master.”
“Good.” He removed the suction from my clit. As He did, I realized I hadn’t felt any pain or any other sensation there for awhile. I had become immune to it. He pressed the wand against me. The shock was nearly as great as the initial pain provided by the suction. I gasped and arched my back. My vagina clenched I my body shook with pleasure. “The pictures will get harder as we go up through the levels of the wand.” I hoped I would pass this test. I wanted to please Him and show Him I could do it, that I could meet the challenge. That, for Him, I would do anything.
He drew pictures and paused between each one for me to guess. The first pictures He kept to less sensitive areas and used simple lines. I got the first three right. Then, He increased the level of shock and drew more intricate pictures on more sensitive areas. I missed one of them. There was no reward, but also no punishment. He merely counted it towards my failure. I had to open myself to the pain and it became so intense I didn’t know if I would be able to stand it. He moved us up to the last level. He drew a picture on my inner thigh. It hurt so much I could barely concentrate on what the picture was. I missed it. I got the next one that he drew on my inner arm right. When He placed the wand against my clit at the highest level, I screamed. I was so open to the pain it felt like fire all over my body. But, there was intense pleasure with it as well. My body shook and arched to His hand. When He took it away, I collapsed and dangled from the wrist cuffs.
He’d been drawing three pictures per level. Would He continue the same with this one? Did I have one more chance to fail? If He stopped now, I‘d only missed two and could have my reward, my orgasm tonight instead of sometime in the future. “Last one.” My legs shook as I put my weight back on them. I didn’t know if I wanted to get it right or not. If I did, I would be rewarded. But, that reward was more than I’d ever withstood before. Could I do it again? But, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t get an orgasm tonight. I wanted that orgasm. I needed it. My body was crying out for it. He drew it on the back of my knee. The shock traveled all the way up to my neck. I tried to concentrate on the drawing. He finished and paused. As I remembered the lines of pain He’d drawn, He walked in front of me. I could feel Him waiting for my answer. “A triskadele, Master?” My ears strained to hear His answer to mine. My body was trying to relax and absorb the pain. I wasn’t prepared for His response. He didn’t answer with His voice. He merely pressed the wand against my clit. The pain made me scream again. This time my body remembered the last shock and added this one to it. It was immense. But, the joy of knowing I’d succeeded and would get an orgasm tempered it into pleasure. The pleasure was as intense as the pain and I had to fight not to cum. I hadn’t yet been given permission. But, if He had let me, I would have exploded into a million pieces.
He held it there a few seconds longer than the last time. I thought I wouldn’t be able to hold back the orgasm when He finally took it away. My body was shaking and I was crying and laughing all at once. I’d met the challenge He set for me. I hadn’t failed Him. I was so happy and immersed in the physical, mental and emotional sensations that I didn’t feel Him remove the cuffs from my ankles. I didn’t notice until He removed them from my wrists and my arms screamed at the movement after having been held in one place for so long. But, it didn’t matter. They’d lasted through the game and I’d succeeded.
He carried me to the bed and laid me on my back. He tied my wrists to my ankles and stretched them as wide as they would go. I could feel pain in my groin as the weight of my legs pulled on the tendons and muscles there. But, it was nothing compared to what I’d just endured. I heard a buzzing start. Then, pain shot through me from my clit. Just pain. He’d used the vibrator we use to get my clit super sensitive. The one with the pointed nubs on its hard surface. My clit was already so sensitive I couldn’t take this new pain. I screamed and writhed, trying to get away. His voice was firm as He gave His order, “Don’t move.” I was tied, but not tied down. It took everything I had to obey Him. Bur, then, the pain morphed into pleasure and my scream turned into a moan. I felt a toy enter my rear and waited to see what it was. I would have to wait longer. He plunged into me and started fucking me hard and fast. He pressed the vibrator harder on my clit and increased its tempo. I was so close to cumming I had to pant to not cum. Soon, I was begging. I couldn’t hold out much longer. He finally gave me permission to cum and I let go.
I can’t describe the sensations. There are no words for them. I was on fire. I was floating. I was shaking. I was being pulled apart. I was sinking into oblivion. Then, my ass started vibrating. Everything I felt suddenly multiplied ten-fold. I couldn’t stay in my body. I was blown into darkness and light. I could feel Him cum inside me and wanted to laugh and cry all over again. Maybe I did. I don’t know. Everything was just so beautiful and incomprehensible.
He unbound me and pulled my back to His chest. He kissed my temple gently. “I’m so glad I found you. You are everything I need, everything I could ever want. You please me and your body’s response pleases me. I enjoy playing with you.”
I sigh. “Thank You, Master. I enjoy how You play with me.” I snuggle closer to Him in His arms.
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Sleep now.” It doesn’t require a response so I don’t answer and just do as He orders. He always gets the last word.
That, for me, would be a perfect ‘ordinary’ day. Of course, perfect ‘special’ days would be unique, challenging and all at His whim.
Written By
Maggi O’Mally
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This is a fictional story written about one individual’s
fantasy.
It is not advice and has been written purely for
entertainment purposes only.
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