Dominance of Lady Angel

Haziran 4, 2022 0 Yazar: admin

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Dominance of Lady AngelI am a control freak. I will freely admit it. I am hard-headed, a perfectionist, and quite used to getting my own way. In spite of these personality traits, or maybe because of them; sexually, I am never happier than when I am totally submissive. Finding a man, however, who was strong enough, and possessed enough self confidence to realize my potential had been largely unsuccessful. Until he came along. We have only known each other for six months, but in many ways, it seems like I have always been his. I knew almost immediately that he was the one who could tame me, and I was willing to do anything to be with him. Anything. He recognized a diamond in the rough, and still spends much of our time together shaping me into the woman I have always wanted to be.At work, I have enormous responsibility, make dozens of small decisions daily, virtually without thinking, and am responsible for many big decisions as well. I am strong-willed, and suffer insubordination lightly. The very traits that make me so good at my job, however, are ones that a good submissive absolutely cannot bring home. For this reason, I leave work there. I call my master as I’m leaving work, and for the period of my commute, am allowed to talk about my day. But that is the end of work discussions. When I am at his home, I have no desire to be that person anymore, and he would not permit it even if I did. I wear a military style uniform to work, and the first thing I must do when I arrive home in the evenings is to strip, at the door. Master keeps a thick rug in the front hallway for me, and that is where I stop. I pile my uniform neatly to one side, as I will wash it later, laundry being one of my chores. The heavy black leather belt that is part of my uniform goes on a hook by the door. It is the first thing I take off after arriving, and the last thing I put on before leaving. The fact that it hangs there is symbolic of my surrender, and also of Master’s very real willingness to use it on me, if my behavior warrants. Finally, I am naked, except for the long gold chain that I wear under my uniform. I kneel on the soft rug, legs spread, hands behind my neck, back straight, and eyes downcast. From our earlier conversation, he intuitively knows what kind of day I’ve had, and how long I will need to stay in my submissive position. This, we have decided, is necessary in order for me to get my mind in the right place before resuming the role that brings me unbridled joy.I have had a particularly stressful day, and I am on my knees for a good thirty minutes before I finally hear Master’s step in the hall. I cannot help but smile, but I know better than to make eye contact before I have been released. He walks around me, stroking my hair, pinching a nipple, and at long last, I feel him unfastening the gold chain and replacing it with my collar. He steps back in front of me, takes my chin in his hand, and lifts my face for our first kiss. “Welcome home, my angel,” pinbahis yeni giriş he murmurs, as he pulls me gently to my feet. “You have an hour to do your chores and shower, and then you will meet me in the kitchen to help cook dinner. We will be boiling pasta, so you are allowed to wear an apron. Nothing else.”Aside from my uniform, all my clothes are picked out for me by Master, and he decides what, if anything, I will wear. He knows what will make me feel the sexiest, and he also knows what will keep me uncomfortably on edge when we are in public. One of the key elements of his training has been forcing me to come to terms with the fact that he knows my body better than I know it myself. When I have finished my few housekeeping tasks, showered, and joined him in the kitchen, I am agonizingly aware of how little of my nudity is covered by the apron. Master just kisses me, caresses my bare bottom, and hands me a cutting board. “Get to work, dear. I have after dinner plans for you.” We move easily around the kitchen preparing dinner, but he always seems to be just behind me, or within arm’s reach. He slowly rubs against me as he is getting the plates from above my head, and says “Sit down, time for dinner” swatting my bottom lightly. I serve my Master dinner first, then myself, making sure that my legs are spread wide in case he wants access to my gradually dampening pussy. We say very little during dinner. It is usually my mouth that gets me in trouble, and I want no part of it tonight.. I keep my eyes down, as a good slave should, but can feel his eyes wandering all over my near naked body. After dinner, he rises, kisses me on the top of my head, and calls me his angel. “I will be waiting in the bedroom for the start of our evening.” I slowly rise, clear the table, and then make my way to Master’s bedroom. I kneel down in my proper slave position before I gently knock on the door. Master slowly opens the door, looks down at me, and takes my face in both hands, lifting it slightly. His lips meet mine in a passionate kiss, and he pulls me gently to my feet, and into his bedroom.Master leads me to the center of the room and slowly removes my apron, leaving me totally exposed to his will and desire. He stands before me and puts his hand gently on top of my head, pushing lightly as I descend back into my proper position. Then he walks around behind me, puts his hands on my shoulders and gently rubs. “My Angel is so tense. I must then infer that it is from ordering people around and making decisions all day long.” Master slowly massages my shoulders and works his way down my back, sliding his hands forward and cupping my breasts. I feel his mouth and his breath on my neck and then by my ear, and he murmurs, “Is this true, my Angel, are you in control all day?” “Yes”, a soft croak comes from my mouth, and he squeezes my breasts tightly in his hands and whispers “We will have no more of that today. Understood?” My head nods pinbahis giriş slowly. “Yes”, I breathe softly.Master begins kissing his way down my neck and tells me that he’s going to have to work the tension out of me. “Angel, you know that the best way to release your body’s tension is to allow your mind to be free of all control.” He pinches my nipples tightly, and twists them. I shiver and inhale sharply, but the pain is vastly outweighed by the heat beginning to build between my legs. Master rises, and tells me to stand and bend over the end of the bed with my hands behind my neck, my feet together. I lie perfectly still on Masters bed, waiting patiently for his bidding. His strong hands rub my back, working their magical way down my body, slowly caressing my ass. He works his finger between my legs to the very hot and wet opening of my pussy. I shudder at his touch and involuntarily squeeze his fingers, but a sharp sting of pain on my ass makes me immediately stiffen and release his hand. Master’s voice is low, but firm, “Are you now making decisions for us?” A second hard sting warms my ass even further.”No, Sir” I manage, as I slowly shake my head. “Well, your body is certainly trying!” Another hard slap lands on my ass, and Master removes his hand and walks over to our special chest. He returns with the crop and a vibrator, and stands behind me. He traces the crop slowly down my spine and I hear him turn the vibrator on. He says “Now we are going to test your resolve, Angel. I am going to use this vibrator on you, and you are not to move a muscle. If you do, the crop will be used not only on your behind, but also on those lovely tits of yours, especially your nipples.” He spreads my legs with his knee, and I attempt to brace myself, mentally, for the test he is about to administer. Master’s hand slowly spreads my outer lips apart and I can feel the vibrator slide gently against my engorged clitoris. I freeze, partly from the initial shock, and partly from the need to control the vibrations running through my extremities. I feel an ever increasing tingle at the tip of my clitoris, and my juices begin to flow in earnest. “My mind is strong and I will not move,” I tell myself as I feel the heat spreading, but I know that I am fighting a losing battle. The vibrator in Master’s expert hand slides on, and touches every sensual part of me. I feel sweat beading on my forehead, my back, and my thighs. The vibrations are making my fingers tingle, the hair on the back of my neck rise, my blood boil, and still the warmth grows. I feel Master’s breath on my ass, then I feel soft kisses and long licks of his tongue from my pussy to the top of my crack. My mind shifts from the vibration to the heat of Master’s tongue, and I almost lose my battle for control.I will myself to be stronger than Master’s stimulation of my body, but the warmth that is growing inside my pussy, and his breath and tongue stroking my ass is suddenly too much for pinbahis güvenilirmi me. My insides somersault, and I silently scream “oh my God, no!”, but an unavoidable orgasm is building from his massive assault on my senses.. I try to concentrate on one thing, the vibrator sliding across my clitoris, but Master’s tongue sends a cascading shower of lust over my willpower. My mind is on overload, every fiber of my being knows that I must control myself, but here and now, my mind and body belong to him, and he is relentless.I feel as if I’m falling from a great height into a warm soft pool as my orgasm hits harder than any I’ve ever had before. My hands reflexively grab the sheets, my parted legs begin to shake so much that I can barely stand, and low a****l groans come out of me, sounding more like a wildcat in heat than a woman. I fight to catch my breath, and to regain control of all of my extremities. I am riding this tidal wave of pleasure all the way to the shore, and I begin to bask in its warm glow. My breath comes back to me slowly, and the euphoria slowly subsides as, inch by delightful inch, I regain my senses. My wits and my surroundings slowly come back to me ,and I feel the loving touch of Masters hands on my back, neck and shoulders. I feel him mouth next to my ear, and as he kisses and gently sucks my earlobe, his beloved voice speaks quietly in my ear. “Angel, that was quite a ride, wasn’t it? I wish you could have seen yourself. Your body and your response to me was magnificent.” Master kisses my neck and takes me in his arms, pressing my soft, wet lips with his, sliding his tongue between them to make contact with mine. He lays me down gently on the bed, and slowly rises and moves to the foot of it. My awareness is back completely, and with it the realization that he has once again broken my will and commanded my body.How does he do it? Yes, I wanted it and yes, I had always hoped for it, but I never thought anyone could give me so much pleasure. I climb slowly out of his bed and meet Master’s gaze. He’s standing at the foot of the bed with the crop in one hand, tapping it against the other. I know what will come next, and know that I have earned it with my failure to follow instructions. I kneel before him, assuming my slave posture, and try to muster as much dignity as possible for what I know is about to come. “Do you know why you’re being punished, my Angel?” I am too ashamed to meet his gaze, but instead direct my response to the floor. “I came without permission, and I didn’t hold still, Master.” “Angel, the lesson you need to learn from this is that I control your body. You do not.” With this pronunciation, he takes my chin firmly in his strong, warm hand, and forces my head up. I see nothing but love for me in his eyes, and I am barely aware of the crop coming down on my lower back, as I take his manhood hungrily into my mouth.Ever slow to learn my lesson, I try to take him all into my mouth, but he just chuckles gently, takes me by the hair, and reminds me once again that he is the Master, and I am the slave. At long last, I relax, and let my master, my mate, and the love of my life use my body as he will, knowing full well that his pleasure and happiness is the key to my own.

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