His hard cock released he penetrated me deep and fast, thrust after thrust pounded my red-faced bottom. His hands grasped my sho
ulders tightly to achieve maximum penetration. Far from being detached, I was in a wonderful place. Being taken roughly was what my submissive nature dined out on. Even in pain, I could not ignore the part of me that thrived on being used. Dominated and controlled were the icing on my sexual cake and I licked the sweetness off with relish.
At the last moment when he came, he pushed my head down on to the floor, pinning my neck with a firm hand, making sure he filled me. Leant over panting hard, he must have been aware of my whimpering. My body was still wound up tightly waiting for the permission he would not give. I was left deflated as he picked himself up from his knees and headed to the door.
“Come, I’ve not finished with you yet.”
I went to collect my clothes and followed him.
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Up in the bedroom I was building again as Jason rubbed oil into my bum cheeks.
“I want you on your back,” he told me.
I would not dare say no to him that evening. I had asked too much of him already. I flipped myself over and he removed the pillows from behind my head making me lie down flat. From a bottom drawer, he fetched scarves, several scarves plain and unadorned. Taking my wrists, he stretched my arms and tied them to the corner bedposts.
I was expecting him to arrange me spread-eagled, but no he had something else in mind tonight. I breathed rapidly as he took my left ankle and tucked the heel up by the top of the underside of my left thigh. Jason then proceeded to tie my ankle to the top of my thigh. He repeated this for my right leg and I was trussed up frog-like with legs pushed apart making me wide open to his attentions. The last scarf he reserved for my eyes, descending me into pitch blackness. Lastly, to complete his arrangement of me, he put a pillow under my bottom at the base of my spine, raising me up.
“Perfect!” Jason spoke to himself.
Then pinching my chin bone between his fingers he leant down between my exposed parts and his breath was on my face. I pictured his eyes piercing me behind my blindfold. My anticipation was overwhelming.
“I enjoyed my fuck downstairs, plus you took your spanking well and it has made me benevolent. You may come as you wish while I eat you out,” his voice was now coming from between my constrained thighs.
Oh Crikey! A tongue, the very tip of it caressed my warm wet circle, and then it darted inside of me. The tongue was gone as quickly as it had arrived.
“Oh God, Oh God!” I squealed in delight. He took my thighs, wrapping his arms around them from underneath, forcing my legs further apart. He began to tease me in earnest.
This is why I let him do those other things to me.
I’m in Heaven.
Chapter 15
The week passed by with no further misdemeanours nor the need to have my role re-enforced by one of Jason’s spanking sessions. Jason rose every morning at six o’clock. He took no interest in me, unlike the weekend. Instead showering and shaving were the first order of the day. I dashed downstairs to make him breakfast and waited in silence as he knocked back his coffee and toasted bagel. With nothing more than a peck on the cheek and briefcase in hand he was gone. Jason had left me a scribbled note: Martinson’s contact details for arranging trips out.
On Tuesday, I walked the two streets to the gym with Johnson in tow, trailing a few feet behind me, eyes vigilant for my ex-boyfriend in case he was lurking in the side streets. An expensive place, way out of my league, but I had Jason’s allowance to spend.
There was no-one on the reception desk and the reason became apparent after waiting for ages for somebody to respond to the call button on the desk. The gym was small and the reception was left unmanned while the one member of staff on duty concentrated on training sessions. Having signed the obligatory membership forms and listed my complete lack of medical problems, I was given a swipe card to gain access to the inner rooms.
After a brief run through with the trainer, I spent an hour working my way round the circuit of apparatus and equipment. The consolation prize of being out of the house was marred by the tedium setting in within ten minutes. I seriously disliked working out in gyms. The solitary aspect was the killer and having the place to myself made matters worse. I had long ago given up on listening to music on my iPod while exercising. The rhythms made me want to dance, not run repetitively on the spot. As an alternative, I had tried radio channels and found talk shows tolerable. Topics of debate ranged from the mind numbing trivial and insignificant to cerebral, moral subjects that made me yawn.
Given a choice of isolating forms of exercise, I would prefer gardening. Not exactly something that induced a cardiovascular work-out but it did make me ache afterwards so I had always concluded that it was sufficiently energetic to constitute as exercise. My family were all gardeners. For my parents, it was the one activity that they had in common. Their little back garden was divided into three areas: flowerbeds, vegetable plot and perennials. They had been provided with ideas on garden design by my brother who studied horticulture at college. My gardening days had ended when I left home. Living in urban environments removed the opportunity and I had gradually lost interest.
Seeing Jason’s extensive garden at Blythewood had inspired me to want to be out doing something. I quite fancied the opportunity to try my hand at cultivating and growing new plants. I would rather be outside, especially in the warm summer months. Even being out in the cold winter ones would be more appealing than the monotony of gyms. I doubted Jason would see gardening as suitable exercise to improve my endurance. Yet when he told me to go to the gym, I did the deed. That control thing he had over me was kicked into action.
I accepted that I was his to command when it came to sexual matters. I had given him ownership of me and he could do as he wished to gain both his erotic gratification and dominating fulfilment. He clearly loved to control and I gave up my sexual being willingly. After that, the boundaries became bleary. Was letting him decide on other aspects of my life permissible? He had ordered me to the gym because he wanted my stamina to improve so he could fuck me for longer. So I went. What would he expect after that? My diet, my clothing or perhaps my social life. My insides churned at the idea. I was not going to submit that far for him. At some point, we would hit an impasse and I would find out how controlling he could actually be.
In the evenings, Jason usually appeared around seven o’clock. I timed my meals for him well after one noticeable screw up not long after I moved in. He ate his dinner as if he had been starved all day. I generally remembered my place and did not venture comment or initiate a conversation. He read some paper or other while he tucked into his food. After tidying up, I lounged in front of the TV while he beavered in his study to late into the evening – I pined for him but I could not ask to be with him.
I was impressed by his hard working attitude. He did not shy away from long hours, taking conference calls that fitted with other time zones, especially his American employees. Once when passing by his door I had heard him viciously berating someone over the phone. I had a twinge of sympathy for the recipient. However, at least they were not spanked for their screw-ups.
By eleven o’clock, I would retire and decide that if he wanted to have sex with me, he could wake me up. That tactic seemed to work for him. He would either crawled into bed and drifted off into a rapid deep sleep or he threw the duvet off me and climbed on top of me. He would lay his nakedness against mine and buried himself into me. Kissing and nibbling on my breasts, quickly arousing me from my semi-slumber. I never went to sleep until he came to bed and I did not refuse him as he grasped my hair, thrusting himself deep into my wetness with an all too obvious urgency.
Stroking his head with my hand, I whispered silly things to him in a calming voice. I let him relieve his day-time stresses in waves of a much-needed orgasm and then he would roll off me and fall asleep. Mine own needs were pushed to one side, he never gave me permission to come. I did not mind - I was fulfilling my purpose.
I recollected he said his needs were different