Unexpected

She walked through the door with her usual confidence and smile looking superb this particular evening for no other reason than just looking superb.  She strode towards you wearing her thigh high PVC boots, PVC mini skirt and tight fitting PVC corset.  She was a vision.  Her submissive waited patiently for her as she walked towards him, hand extended.  He greeted her with words and kissed her hand as was the protocol.

She stepped back and look down at him.  All of a sudden, She got a sense something was brewing within her submissive but could not put her finger on exactly what was different about him this evening.

She tilted her head slightly, puzzled, but let it go and turned to move into the lounge room, however, before she could take a couple of steps her wrist was grasped by her submissive’s strong hand.  She stopped, turned her head to see what was happening and immediately saw the lustful look in his eyes…and it was not just the lusting look there was an intensity in the eyes as well.  She looked down and saw his cock was hard – she had not noticed this when She arrived.

She said to him, what?  He stood up immediately and towered above her.  She met his full gaze, and said, what?

In a split second, he pulled on her wrist roughly which brought her beautiful body close to his naked one.  His hand immediately moved to her throat and locked around it as he pushed her up against the wall.  She looked up into his eyes, locked with them, as her breath quickened in shock and something else… something primal stirring within which she had not been felt in a very long time. 

His hand tightened around her throat and she gasped for breath.  “Stop” she managed to whisper but he tightened again.  Her body flushed at this unexpected turn of events.  She could take back the control of this situation she found herself to be in but was somewhat intrigued to see where this would lead.  This turn of events happened within seconds, milliseconds.

He was so intense and his lips were curled almost animal-like.  He was so strong and beautiful.  Her alpha submissive.

He moved his other hand around the contour of her chin and brought his face closer to her.  She was mesmerised by his boldness… it was so unlike him to behave in this manner.

Her sense of smell was heightened because of this unusual situation she found herself to be in… she could smell him, smell his body, smell his strength, smell his extraordinary power which she had never been witnessed before.  She felt something shift within her and it was an incredible feeling to be in a position which she could be overpowered due to physical strength.  Again this was all split second thinking whilst she pushed up against the wall by her submissive.

Holding her chin, he leans forward and kisses her mouth… firmly.  Her mouth remains closed.  He pushes his tongue against her lips, forcing her mouth open.  He wins, her mouth opens and slowly responds to his lustful attention.  His hand moves from her chin down to his breast and squeezes… hard.  He had never touched in his way… it hurt, she endured.  He moved his hand to other breast, found her nipple and twisted extremely hard.  It hurt, and she whimpered.  This brought a smile to his face and his eyes glinted, his breathing quickened as he twisted it again slowly and viciously.  She whispered “stop” and he leaned forward and licked her face all over… then whispered “shut up, Mistress”.  This shocked her, and she tried to push away from his body but couldn’t budge him away from her.  His hand went immediately to her neck again and pinned her to the wall. 

He whispers “Mistress, I am in the mood to enjoy you the way I want to for a change”.  She looked up into his eyes with a touch of uncertainty reflected in her eyes.  She was fighting with herself wondering why she was allowing him to take control.

He then ran his fingers through her hair until he got to the back of her, intertwined his fingers in her hair, twisted and pushed her down to her knees.  She was not happy about this position but stayed there.  He says “Now, Mistress how do you feel being on your knees in front of your submissive?”  She refused to speak.  He repeated the question.  She still did not speak as she was horrified.  Horrified that he had forced her into this position, and she was enjoying it. 

She made up her mind to give him a good flogging at their next time together however she made the decision to continue with this ‘scene’.

She responded to his question with one word “interesting”.  He slapped her face and said be expansive in your response to my question.  She was stunned that he dare lay a hand on her in this way, stunned and speechless.  She then responded: “well, its an interesting position to be in phil”.  He says “but how do you feel being in this position?”.  She says “I don’t like it particularly if you want an honest response”.  He responds “well if you don’t like it, how come I can see your nipples protruding through your top, and the flush in your cheeks?”.  She looked down and her body was indeed betraying her – she was excited.  Shit!  She looked back up and asked “may I stand up, phil?”  “No, Mistress you may not” was his response.  He let go of her hair, and took one step backwards.

He stared at her, his eyes unreadable.  He continued to stare and she lowered her beautiful brown eyes as she was becoming uncomfortable with his gaze.  She waited for his next move.

He instructed her to remove her PVC corset… slowly.  She did so without hesitation.  She was wearing a black lacy push up bra.  He leant forward and began to caress the mounds.  She sighed with pleasure and he immediately slapped the other side of her face.  She squeaked and raised her hand to her face to rub it.  Her eyes watered.  He recommenced caressing the mounds of generous breast flesh.  She remained quiet as he touched her expertly, gently but firmly.  She liked it.

“Stand up, Mistress”.  She did.  Go into the lounge room and stand in front of the massage table.  She did.  Now remove your skirt, you sexy bitch.  She felt a shock run up and down her spine.  Did he really call her a sexy bitch?  Shit!  She followed his instruction and removed her PVC skirt.  Now lean over the massage table, Mistress.  “I am not comfortable doing this, phil”.  “I don’t fucken care how you feel Mistress, just lean over the damn table now”.  He grabbed her left arm and tied it to one end, then the right arm to the other end.  Unexpectedly, he gagged her with a silk scarf.  Now, she was nervous.

He began to run his hands up and down her lower body.  She moved against his hands, she loved the feel of his strong hands and fingers.  In the next moment as she was reveling in his touch, *whack* on her suspender covered arse.  She winced in pain, and a muffled moan emanated from behind the gag.  “Did you like that, Mistress?”  In her head, she was yelling “Hell, No”.  Instead, she shook her head.  She felt him move behind her, felt a weight on the massage table, and next moment, *whack* again.  She winced and gasped.  Before she realised what was happening, a bare hand spanking ensued.  Her arse was smarting in pain.  This was not enjoyable at all.  The pain was increasing.  She felt hot – this wasn’t happening.  Oh no!  She fell against the Massage table for support.  Her submissive continued to spank her very firmly.  He says “Mistress, now you know how it feels to be spanked like you do me”.  Her eyes were watering from the pain and she couldn’t even say a thing except murmur in pain.  She wanted it to stop.  He’d only been spanking her for five minutes.

He spoke and said “why do you think I am doing this, Mistress?”  She couldn’t answer because she was gagged.  He pulled her hair which raised her head, and repeated he question.  Her eyes were glazed in pain, and she shook her head ha she did not know.  He states “well, Mistress I thought you should experience being topped for a change”.  “I’ve had a feeling you may enjoy the experience although I can see at this moment you are not enjoying it at all… but I am”.  She heard him chuckle.

He continued to spank her with firms steady smacks.  “OK Mistress lets see if you are enjoying this”.  He pushes her legs open with his to expose her bare arse and pussy.  He inserts a finger into her pussy and feels the wetness.  Yes her body was betraying her again.  “Oh, it appears my Mistress is loving the spanking”.  He tastes his wet finger and says thickly, “yes you taste beautiful as usual my Mistress”.

Another five minutes of spanking ensued.  She endured although her groans of pain continue to emanate from her gagged mouth.

He stopped and asked “have you had enough, Mistress?”  She nods, yes.

He moves to untie both arms, she sags to the floor on her side.  Her arse was red and sore.  He ungagged her.  Her mouth felt free from the restraint.  He leant over her and she looked up at him.  “Are you ready for our next scene, Mistress?”  No, she said.  “Are you sure, Mistress?”  She remained mute but watched him closely to see what his next move would be.  He told her to stand up.  She did, slowly, as she felt tender, and a little fragile.

“OK, phil what’s next?”  He gazed at her and slapped her face.  “Keep your mouth shut until I ask you a question, Mistress”.  She felt breathless and could not believe this was happening.  She waited.

He placed his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her towards him, and pressed his lips down onto her lips, bruising her lips.  She responded to the kiss.  OK Mistress that’s enough sugar”.  He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the corner where restraints were hanging from the roof.  He put her in both restraints but did not gag her this time.  She was swinging slightly.  He removed her bra and her back was completely uncovered.  “Mistress, it is time for a flogging”.  She nodded in resignation.

The flogging commenced.  She screamed and whimpered as he continued to flog.  It lasted fifteen minutes and she had begun to zone out.  He stopped.  “Mistress, have you had enough?”  She nods slowly.  She felt hot all over and wanted to rest.  He undid her restraints and supported her as she fell into his arms.  Her legs felt weak.  He swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

She lay quietly on the bed and whimpered every so often.  He covered her with butterfly kisses which were soothing for her.  She fell asleep… for a few minutes.

She was pulled out of her sleep with from the probing of her arse.  She moaned… a combination of pleasure and pain, well discomfort actually.  Her submissive had turned her on to her stomach and was finger fucking her lubricated arse.  She was totally enjoying this attention to her rear end as she had a bad feeling what was to follow.

“How’s my sexy hot bitch of a Mistress doing?” he whispered harshly in her ear.  All she could do was gasp at being addressed in this manner.  She was feeling really rather non-articulate this evening.  The evening had turned out to be something totally unexpected.  She had been overpowered by her submissive and it was still a little unsettling for her however if she was truly honest with herself, it was more than a little thrilling.

He continued to anally finger fuck her, and for her the pain and discomfort was subsiding as pleasure took over completely.  “That’s it Mistress, revel in this pleasure”.  She moaned softly into the pillow.  “I have another surprise for you, Mistress”.  “Do you want me to describe what I am going to do to you next, or should I just do it?”  She turned her head to the side and whispered, “just do it, phil”.  His fingers left her arse.  They returned wet with lubricant and entered and explored her arse deeply.  She gasped at the depth of those fingers and was thinking thankfully it was only fingers.  She had only be fucked once anally and it had been an awful experience.

“Mistress, I have a choice for you and I want you to make a decision about which one you want to be fucked with?”.  She turned slowly and lined up were all the dildos she normally used on her submissive.  She thought – shit – no way do I want to be fucked by those monsters.  And started to push herself up and away.  Her submissive dived on her and pushed her back on the bed.  “Not so fast, Mistress” “you will stay put and make a decision”.  She yelled “No, I don’t want any of them”.  Well, Mistress I thought I would give you a chance to choose but since you are being resistant, I will have to choose for you”.  She looked directly into his eyes and said “if I had to choose, I would prefer your cock phil”.  He laughed.  “of course, Mistress, I would be happy to oblige but I will have to tie you to the bed and gag you just in case you change your mind”.

He tied her to the bed, stomach down, arms and legs akimbo.  He placed a ball gag into her mouth this time.  She felt very full in her mouth.  Almost helpless.  Not a great feeling at all.

She felt his weight between her legs then he pulled her arse up slight so he could enter her.  She was tense.  As he entered her, she whimpered in pain, it hurt.  He pulled out, and waited for her to relax.  He entered hera gain a little deeper.  She whimpered but it wasn’t as painful.  He pulled out, then entered and felt her start to relax as her arse muscles started to open up more.  He began to pump into her and slowly she started to respond to his movements.  She was moaning behind the gag.  Her enjoyment was evident.  Who would have thought.  He fucked his Mistress and she could hear is growls of pleasure.  His fingers holding her waist were tight and she fleetingly thought, I am going to be bruised.

He continued to fuck his Mistress for a little longer and unexpectedly he stopped and pulled out.  She was so caught up in the sensations she was disappointed at his disappearance.  His fingers inserted more lubricant into her and she was overjoyed knowing he was going to continue. 

He lay on top of her and said “Mistress, since you couldn’t make a decision about the dildo cocks, I have decided to do so for you”.  She froze.  And tried to speak through the ball gag – “No, don’t you dare phil” – in a muffled way.

He laughed wickedly and she felt the hair rise all over her body.  Shit!

He taunted her with the 8inch, 9inch and 10inch.  She screamed in horror.  “hm, which one should it be, Mistress?”.  She was horrified and trapped.  She kicked her legs and arms trying to get out of the bondage.  She felt herself dribbling because of the ball gag.  Her body was preparing for flight but she was restrained.  She trusted him but she still wanted to escape.

“OK, Mistress I have decided to go gentle with you and let you experience the 8inch dildo cock”.  She shook her head in protest.  “Oh Mistress, I am sure you will enjoy it after the initial penetration”.  She squirmed on the bed and in a muffled tone yelled “fuck you, phil”.  “Oh but that is what I am going to do to you, Mistress, fuck you”.  Again that wicked laugh.

She felt the tip of the dildo caress her arse.  She struggled.  She felt it enter the passage and screamed, a muffled scream.  “Oh Mistress, just shut up and relax”.  Oh was he going to pay for speaking to her in this manner, she thought viciously.  He slowly pushed the dildo into her and she felt immediately full and knew she couldn’t handle anymore of its length or girth.  He pulled out and there was such relief felt.  He lubricated her more, then pushed the dildo in again.  She squirmed but it was not as bad as the first time.  He pushed and pulled, slowly, until she got used to its size and he felt her visibly relax.  Her muffled screams changed in tone and pitch, she appeared to be enjoying the invasion of her beautiful arse.  “See, Mistress, I knew you would like it”.  She did not respond as she was not going to give him the satisfaction of agreeing with him.

He fucked her for a while and it was very pleasurable for her.  After twenty minutes, he could see she was exhausted and stopped. 

She lay still and even if she wanted to move she couldn’t.  She had been spanked, flogged and fucked by her submissive and it was something she had never experienced before and had to get her headspace around what had occurred.  Was she Angry? Annoyed? Shocked? Vengeful? Intrigued by her various reactions?  So much to think about it but not tonight.  She was too exhausted and what she needed now was a hug from her submissive.  He untied her, removed the ball gag, turned her over, brushed the hair from her face, wiped the perspiration from her body, cleaned her pussy and arse, hydrated her, fed her from the fruit platter – all with tenderness, love and care.  “I love you, Mistress”.  She knew he did.

~10/11~