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[Note: This used to be a stand-alone story called “Party Games” but I thought it might be better as a chapter in “The Flower of My Submission” Series. So if it seems familiar, that’s why.]
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I put on my makeup and a gray dress which just covers my thighs. The pink collar doesn’t really match so I get out a gray scarf to tie around my neck to cover it up but just carry it in my hands for now. I let the short leash hang down my back underneath the dress, just in case it’s needed.
When I meet you by the door, you reach around to pull out the leash and use it to firmly drag me to my knees in front of you. I know what I’m supposed to do. You often like to have me service you before we go out.
I take your cock into my mouth and get to work, following your instructions. You still have hold of the leash and you slowly wrap it around your hand several times until it’s very short indeed. Then you begin to use it to pull my head closer, shoving your cock deeper, then letting it go slack. We continue in this way until suddenly you keep the tension on the leash when your cock is all the way down my throat and I can’t breath. I know you love this ultimate control as much as I love the lack of it. I keep my mouth open wide even as I start to struggle instinctively. You use your hands to hold my head still for a moment longer before letting me go to cough and gag and catch my breath on my knees. Not for too long, though. Soon you drag me back to your cock with the leash to fuck my face hard until you cum down my throat. I am careful to drink it all down because I know you won’t want to wait long enough for me to change or fix my makeup.
I quickly get to my feet on shaky legs and arrange the leash and scarf so I look presentable. It’s dark out so you lead me by the leash as we walk to the party. I walk half a step behind with my head down, as I’m supposed to. I know if I get ahead of you I’ll get a sharp pull on the leash. We always take a different route so I won’t know which way to turn and you’ll have to direct me each time with a little tug on the leash. I know if I’m not quick enough to respond that I will face punishment later. The intense concentration has me nearly panting as I imagine in my mind the delicious consequences of a mistake.
Finally, we arrive and you tuck the leash inside my dress and straighten my scarf to cover everything. “Are you going to be a good girl tonight?”
“Yes, sir,” I reply meekly. yalova escort
As we enter the house, I put on my autonomous facade. It’s a game we play when we go out. We both pretend that I’m acting of my own free will but all the while you are commanding me with a look or a touch. If I get out of line, you can let me know what sort of punishment to expect later without anyone else knowing. It’s like we have our own secret language.
Alcohol and other intoxicants are flowing freely and everyone seems to be having a good time. We join a group playing poker and I have a couple of drinks myself. Thus far, I’ve been very well behaved, but when I win a particularly big hand, I give a shout and do a little dance, which I quickly realize was very unseemly of me when I feel your hand on my lower back making slow circles. I know the number of circles indicates how many times I will be spanked later. You have an indulgent smile on your face but I know it is for the pleasure of punishing me rather than for my victory in the card game. The alcohol and excitement have gone to my head so I defiantly continue to dance as I collect my winnings and completely lose count of the circles. I know you will remember precisely how many I deserve and make sure I get them. The thought gets me a little bit wet and I begin to squirm in anticipation as I sit back down.
We continue playing and I try to behave myself. A few rounds later, you win a big pot and I clap my hands and give you a congratulatory kiss on the cheek. I am particularly pleased because I know the testosterone rush always makes you horny and I can’t wait to find out what you will want to do about it.
As you gather your winnings with one hand, you give your ear a tug with the other and announce that you’re out of cigarettes and we’ll have to go get more. I immediately jump up and hurry to the bathroom. That signal indicates the need for a bit of preparation on my part.
In the bathroom, I remove my panties and get the lubricant I keep in my purse for such occasions. I make sure my ass is good and slippery and quickly stretch it a bit with my fingers, hoping that will be enough. I wash my hands and hurry back out to accompany you through the door.
You grab the leash and lead me to a dark corner of the yard. You press me face first against the wall of the house with your whole body and cover my mouth with your hand because you know I always yozgat escort cry out, however much I try not to. You use the leash to pull my head back and whisper a harsh reminder in my ear. “Now you stay quiet, bitch. I know you want this as much as I do, you dirty whore.”
“Yes, sir, I do,” is my whispered reply, my voice quivering with nervous excitement. You undo your fly with one hand and then without warning you impale me on your throbbing hard cock, shoving it all the way into my ass. My uncontrollable squeal is mostly muffled by your hand. We both stand there like that for a moment, unmoving except for our heavy breathing and my muscles clenching tightly around you. Then you begin to move inside me. Roughly, unmercifully you penetrate me to the hilt each time. I try to stay quiet and still like I’m supposed to but I never can so you keep me pressed hard against the cold rough wall with your hand firmly covering my mouth. Very soon the intensity becomes intensely pleasurable. Before I know it, I’m shaking and groaning with a powerful, mind blowing orgasm. You grunt in a much more controlled fashion as you cum deep inside me. Again, we are still for a moment as our breathing slows. You pull out and walk inside without a word, leaving me to compose myself before following.
I enter the living room on shaking legs and sit next to you on the couch, pulling my feet up underneath me and leaning on you slightly for support. Most of the guests are at least a little fucked up at this point. We are chatting with some people when I feel your finger sliding smoothly into my still dripping cunt. I inhale sharply and sit up straighter. This is neither punishment nor reward, but it is part of the game. Sometimes you enjoy finger fucking me, or something similar, in public, knowing that if I react it will be hugely embarrassing. You also know it’s almost impossible for me to cum that way, so it’s torture, but if I ever did cum, the humiliation would be utterly complete. We both appreciate the paradox.
I try to focus on the conversation so that I can at least make appropriate facial expressions. I certainly don’t trust my voice. Occasionally, you deliberately draw everyone’s attention to me by addressing me directly. I nod or squeak a shaky reply, trying to appear normal. Fortunately, everyone seems sufficiently intoxicated to be oblivious to our clandestine activities.
As the game continues and I ankara escort have managed to conduct myself in a convincing manner for some time, you increase the challenge by adding a second finger, this time in my ass. This is too much for me. I’m losing control of my breathing and can’t hold back a grunt of pleasure. My eyes roll back in my head and I think I might actually cum, and it will be perfectly obvious to everyone! I hold myself steady with my hands and look down at my lap so at least no one will see it on my face. I stay as still as possible as the wave crashes over me and I groan as quietly as I can manage. Even so, I’m sure everyone must have noticed, until I realize that someone is shouting.
I look up hesitantly and see with relief that no one is looking at me. They are looking at the couple in the kitchen having a massive argument. I’ve completely missed the beginning so I don’t know what it’s about but it sounds like a break up. Some people start to leave. You distractedly pull your fingers out of me and I feel a thrill of triumph, as if I just won the game. The girl, who is quite stunning and rather drunk, begins to angrily snatch up her things, obviously about to storm out.
You quickly drag me up from the couch by my arm and march me out the door. I recognize the predatory look in your eye. But instead of leaving you grab my leash and lead me back to the dark corner of the yard where you so recently and so completely violated my ass. You hang the end of my leash on a low hook and tell me to sit there quietly until you come back for me. You stroke my hair before you go, to reassure me, and then you’re gone.
I can see through the fence the girl hurrying away in tears. You say her name in your commanding tone and she stops. I know how impossible it is to resist that tone. I smile because I know she doesn’t have a chance against you in her vulnerable state. You’ll walk her home like a knight in shining armor and then fuck her brains out. She’ll cum over and over and do everything she can to please you because her tattered self esteem will be craving a strong man to guide her uncertain life, even if just for a few minutes. I am exhausted and I know you like to take your time with my punishments so it may be a very late night for me. I curl up on the ground to have a nap while I wait, dreaming of all the ways you might be fucking her right now.
I wake to you stroking my hair. You give the leash a jerk and I quickly get to my feet. I am quite disoriented and I know I will make many mistakes on the way home, requiring many more punishments. But hopefully, when it’s all over and you’re drying my tears, I will get to hear all about how thoroughly you fucked the girl from the party as I drift off to sleep.
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