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The Spoiled Submissive (Part 2)

Updated: Dec 23, 2022

A special encounter between a submissive newbie and a dominant expert enough to pleasure her in exquisitely perverse ways.

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I lay by your side, hugging you. You hug me back and hide your face in my shoulder. I know that the orgasm has left you relaxed and satisfied, that it has pushed away your resistance and your fears. But I also know that you are confused and surprised that you have come this far.

"I'm very proud of you, little mouse," I whisper in your ear while I stroke your hair. "I know that it has been hard to obey me... But it has been worth it, hasn't it?"

For all answer you rub your nose against my shoulder.

"You have been a good girl, Beatriz."

I run my hand down your back and caress your butt, enjoying how soft and hot the spanking has left it. You are still pressed against me. Your breathing, which I feel as a warm draft on my shoulder, has become calm and regular. You must have fallen asleep. I like having you naked by my side. I think about the things I will do to you next. I wonder if you'll be able to go all the way.

"Weren't you going to show me how red you've made my butt?" you say suddenly.

So you aren't asleep, after all.

I take you in my arms again and place you in front of the mirror, choosing the right angle so that you can see your behind.

"Well, it's not all that red!" you say with a giggle.

"No… It's more like blushing. But don't worry, I'll give it another round later."

"What are you going to do to me now?"

"I want you to kneel here, in front of the mirror."

You smile. You like that position: sitting on your heels, upright, your hands on your thighs, palms up.

I pick the red rope from the bed. I fold your arms behind your back, fingers pointing in opposite directions, and tie them as before. You are immobilized. You watch your tits in the mirror.

"Knees apart, little mouse," I whisper in your ear.

You obey right away and smile. You like that position a lot. I know.

I make a ponytail with your hair in my fist and I amuse myself tugging at it to make you raise your chin. I take a nipple between my fingers and I caress it, pinch it and twist it until becomes erect. I do the same with your other nipple. You begin to writhe, but you are well bound and do not dare to leave your position. Your breathing has become agitated. I don't need to touch you to know how wet you are.

I take a leather mask out of my bag and use it to cover your eyes. You remain very still, expectant. I take a few steps behind you and I begin to undress. I take off my shoes. I unbutton my shirt. I know you can hear the soft brush of my fingers against the clothes, imagining what I'm doing… But not quite, because you've never seen me naked. The sound of me unzipping my pants is unmistakable. I can see how you shudder when you hear it.

Neither of us say anything. The silence is intense, taut, underscored by the distant noises from the street.

This time I take out of my bag is a small vibrator. I kneel behind you. Close enough that you can feel the heat of my body on your back. Far enough that my skin doesn't touch yours. I turn on the vibrator. Before you recognize the sound, I've got it between your pussy lips. You take it with a startle and a gasp.

At first you resist the pleasure that I impose on you, writhing, moaning. I know that you are tempted of closing your thighs, but you resist that impulse to avoid the painful slap on your leg that your disobedience would have cost you.

Little by little, my skin comes in contact with yours: the arm that holds the vibrator touches your side, my knees push against your buttocks and your feet, my chest brushes your back, and my hard cock slips into your tied hands. You know what it is. You know that if you close your hand you can take it, but you pretend not to notice, while the vibrator inflicts its sweet torment on you.

I look at you in the mirror, spying on every gesture of your face, the irregular rhythm of your breathing that makes your tits vibrate like custards. You are getting closer. Behind the mask that blindfolds you, you feel safe, hidden, free to abandon yourself to the wild images that invade your imagination.

With my other hand I caress your nipple. That takes you to the edge of the cliff. I wait another second... And manage to remove the vibrator in time to keep you from cumming.

"Nooo!" you say with a groan of frustration.

"Come on, come on, little mouse! What do you want, to be able to cum all the time? Good submissives come only with permission. You know that."

"Please, please!" you implore.

"Please, what?"

I wait patiently while you formulate your plea.

"Please… Let me cum!"

"You may cum, but not with the vibrator... Are you going to be good, Beatriz?"

"I don't know! What do you want me to do?"

I whisper in your ear:

"I want you to answer this question. Do you want me to make love to you, or to fuck you?"

You remain silent for a while. I hear your heavy breathing.

"I don't know… What's the difference?"

"I could untie you, take you to bed, and make love to you as a lover. Or I can fuck you like a submissive."

"And how would that be?"

"I'm not going to tell you. Submissives are not owe any explanations."

This time your silence is shorter than I anticipated.

"I want to be your submissive. I want you to fuck me like a submissive… But it scares me."

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine."

I help you get up. I leave you sitting on the bed while I get everything ready. I place a chair sideways in front of the mirror. I unroll a condom over my erection. You keep still, deprived of sight by the blindfold. Wondering about the sounds that you hear. Wondering what will come next.

Carefully, I lay you face down on the chair, facing the mirror. I force you to open your legs and slide the vibrator back between your lips. But, as soon as the pleasure starts to make you shake, I take it back and spank your bottom, hard.

I repeat this several times, until that alternating pleasure and pain drives you crazy. You complain.

With one hand planted firmly on your tied hands, I slide inside you. Slowly, relentlessly, to show you that I possess you when I want and how I want, until my belly finally touches your reddened buttocks.

I start pumping you slowly. Even though your agitated breath betrays you, you don't want to give me the satisfaction of a moan, of bouncing your hips to the rhythm that I impose on you.

I grab the vibrator and place it on your clit. That finally unleashes the storm. You give a little cry and stretch out your legs, your feet looking for purchase on the ground, not knowing if you want to fight the hard cock that pierces or give yourself to it.

I let go of your hands, I slap your ass, and I start fucking you unceremoniously.

While my left hand continues to torture you with the vibrator, with my right hand I rip off your blindfold and grab your hair to force you to raise your face and look at yourself in the mirror. To look u both in the mirror.

This is how you see me naked for the first time. But you can't see me completely, because part of me is inside you, buried in your red bottom to give you your final lesson in submission.

"Look at you, little mouse! Look what I do to you! You see? This is how a submissive gets fucked!"

You try to close your eyes, but I open them again with a yank of your hair. Your eyes, sleepy with pleasure, look in the mirror to see your back, your hands tied, my belly pumping you, the growing pleasure reflected in my eyes. Then you close your eyes again and I can't keep you from doing that anymore, because I can see in the mirror the waves of pleasure coursing through your body while I feel your pussy clenching spasmodically my cock. I bury myself completely in you and, finally, I abandon myself to my pleasure.

I have returned you to the bed and untied your hands. Safe in now your nakedness, you rest your head on my shoulder and place your thigh on my belly. I gently stroke your hair.

"Clearly, Beatriz, you are totally spoiled."

You lift your head from my shoulder to look at me in alarm.

"Why? Did I do something wrong?"

"You were quite good… But you should have asked for permission before cumming."

"But it's just that I… With everything you were doing to me… How was I going to…? I could not…"

You drop your head on my shoulder, frustrated.

"You're right," you finally admit. "I haven't been a good submissive. I only think about cumming and that's not right. You spoil me."

"I was just kidding, little mouse! If I'd wanted you to ask for permission, I would have reminded you. Don't worry, you've been a good submissive. Did you have fun?"

"It was great!"

"That's what's important. We will take in your submission lessons again, some other time."

"You know what? I'm glad that I chose that you fucked me. Making love wouldn't have been half as fun. I'd like you to treat me as a submissive. I want you to fuck me unceremoniously and leave my butt red and hot. As it's now."

"I'll be happy to do that, little mouse."

"But I don't want to stop being your spoiled submissive. I want you to pamper me and make me enjoy until I can no longer resist. I want you to take me by the hand and lead me to the place where I have no choice but to give myself to you, as we have done today."

Copyright 2021 Hermes Solenzol.

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