Submissive Desires (4 page)

The unrelenting rhythm of mind-numbing swats cracking down across her bottom only served to make Maura even more frantic, although there was no way for her to avoid even one slap of what he was dishing out. She knew she looked embarrassingly, humiliatingly out of control, but that was what this man was excruciatingly adept at doing for and to her, pretty much any time he wanted to.

And he wanted to a lot. Simon adored driving his self-controlled, independent, tightly held little woman past the point of no return, beyond her limits, beyond her ability to resist or control anything about herself, so that all she could do was react to what he was doing to her on the most basic emotional level. And Maura found out early on that he could do it was frightening ease. Simon subjected her to pain that, when she looked back at it, she couldn’t believe she had tolerated it for a second, much less the long drawn out sessions of out and out torture he favored.

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Yet the harder sessions never seemed to jade her in regards to a simple hand spanking – she still reacted it the same way she always had to his hand on her bottom – with the screams and shrieks he loved to hear.

And yet her pussy always dripped a greeting onto his seeking fingers during even the harshest applications of belt, cane, needles, clamps . . .

He knew what she needed and gave it to her, whether or not she thought she wanted it.

And she reveled in it, every time, despite any fear or reticence she might feel.

“I know you’re sorry. You’re sorry you got caught. What do I have to do to get you to obey me on this?”

What he’d ended up doing was a combination of things: continuing to blister her bottom for another fifteen minutes, so that when he finally allowed her to stand, her bottom was so ravaged it would have glowed in the dark, and then making her bend over the kitchen counter they had just been having breakfast at, where they ate so many of their meals. Maura laid her burning cheek on the countertop, remaining in place without having to be told as he sauntered to their bedroom and back. She even knew better than to look back to see what he might have in his hand, although it was a terribly hard thing to stay still, considering that she never knew what he might subject her to next.

“Spread.”

One unforgiving, staccato word delivered from somewhere behind her where she couldn’t see him. She slid her feet further and further apart, practically doing a split while standing before he was satisfied at the extent of her displayed humiliation. Her breath caught as she heard a God-awfully familiar sound – the flip top of a tube of KY being opened.

Click.

“Reach.”

Sometimes he could be so cold to her, and this was one of those times. But not wanting any more

– or worse attentions to her butt, Maura did as she was told and reached across the counter to curl her fingers over the edge as if she was holding onto a lifesaver in a rough sea, the point of her chin on the hard granite countertop in the submissive position he’d commanded with that word, unable to look anywhere but straight ahead while the action took place behind her.

“Please, no, Sir,” she couldn’t keep from pleading, having a fairly good idea of the realm of possibilities her position offered to him, and not liking any of them.

Crack. “Uuhhhhnnnnmmmmm,” she groaned as he reprimanded her with several sharp shots against her already well-tenderized cheeks.

“Nonsense, Maura. You know better than to even ask for leniency, don’t you? You know I’ll never grant it, and it’s a waste of time – yours and mine.” He squatted down behind her. She felt him use the fingers of his left hand to part her generous spheres, and knew he was – quite deliberately – looking at a place on her body that she herself had rarely seen. But Simon enjoyed looking at her there, more because he knew it made her uncomfortable and embarrassed than because of any particular esthetics, necessarily.

Although it certainly was humiliating in the extreme, and set her face-cheeks to flaming at least as brightly as her bottom cheeks, that was not the worst of what was to come, she was quite sure. The worst was feeling something big and unyielding pressing against that very naked rosebud of hers, and having a pretty good idea that it was one of those awful, unwieldly plugs he favored stretching her with, and stretch he did. Despite a fairly liberal – although not overly so – coating of slick jelly, the sheer width of the implement he was introducing into her bottom hole made Maura squeal even before he’d pushed the first inch into her.

“Ahhhhhhh – ssssssss.” Try as she might, and as well as she knew she shouldn’t, her body tightened automatically when presented with a foreign invader, most particularly one that was forcing her sphincter to open to such a dramatic extent around it.

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He withdrew the plug slowly and not very far, then began advancing it again, this time more firmly, and gaining much more ground before retreating to the rising crescendo of her moans and groans.

“Try to relax, Maura. You’re just making it harder on yourself.”

She might have snapped back at him that she knew that, but certainly not from this delicate position. Instead, she tried to concentrate on her breathing, and managed to soothe her tense muscles some, but not, of course, in the right area of her body. It was absolutely impossible for her mind to focus on anything other than the fact that she was being violated – and none to gently, at that – by something that was undoubtedly going to require that one of her most private areas yield much more so than it was currently - that there was nothing in store for her for at least the next ten to fifteen minutes but a lot more shame and pain. And she had no delusions that he would stop then, either, but there was no way that she could contemplate that certainty at all right now.

“That’s it,” he dribbled out a rare dollop of praise but never let up on that unrelenting pressure as he worked to seat the large plug between her roasted cheeks. He almost never praised her during a punishment. Simon did not believe in what he considered to be coddling her at all. A punishment was a punishment, and he made it his business to make sure that there were no pleasant memories of it for her, until the forgiving cuddles afterwards.

After several more forays closer and closer to the point of no return, then backing off very slowly and only a small amount, Maura heard him say firmly, “This is it,” and then, like it or not, she was wearing that huge piece of hard, flesh colored plastic deep inside her, with no possible method of removing it that wouldn’t get her into much worse trouble – not that she probably could eject it herself with no hands. It was too well seated.

But he couldn’t leave well enough – or bad enough – alone. He had to fiddle with it, twirling and reseating it many times just to avidly watch her rise up on her tiptoes to try to avoid the inevitability of being claimed again each time he drove it home, and hear her low, guttural cries and soft weeping moans as he slid it home within her, holding her cheeks apart one handed so that he could watch it claim her insides for the last time.

Simon stood and patted her automatically, possessively on the hip, then began to drape a simple but elaborate looking series of leather straps around her, snugging one against the flange of the plug where it held her cheeks apart all of its own because of its size and earning a soft “unnhhhh” for his troubles, then feeding it through her legs and making her stand before pulling it extra tight, as if he was cinching the saddle on a horse who had the habit of blowing himself up. After arranging everything else around her waist exactly where he wanted it, he rechecked the strap that ran between her legs, tugging it so strongly that he practically lifted her off her feet by her crotch, which, of course, pressed that awful thing even more deeply into her butt, and forced the strap up between her inner lips to lay directly on top of her pulsing clit.

Grinning evilly, and eminently satisfied with the situation as he’d arranged it, he gave another one word command. “Corner.”

Her awkward, splayed legged gait was given a hitch as she walked by when he swatted her again.

Trying to arch away from that ever-ready hand was a bad idea, making her opening clench hard around that unforgiving implement inside her, and causing her to yelp out loud when no one was touching her.

Having spent an inordinate amount of time there, she already knew the corner to which he was referring. It was a barren place, as most corners were, away from the traffic of the room – not that there was much beyond Himself – but where he could keep a weather eye on her and make sure that she didn’t do any fidgeting, or turn around, or remove her hands from their position laced on the top of her head, or move her nose even an inch from the small dot he’d affixed on the paint where she was required to place her nose each time she was sent there.

Pressing her nose there naturally made her stick her bottom out. Small dark lines in the ice blue carpeting showed her where he required her feet be planted, which, of course, was about as far apart as she could stand so that he had a bird’s eye view of both that stuffed bottom of hers and the way her pussy 20

offered itself to him, dribbling as it did quite constantly in his presence, embarrassingly so, considering the severity of the chastisements she endured.

It seemed he could do nearly anything to her and her body would love it, applauding with a show of rich cream that glistened on her bare lips.

There was no telling just how long she was going to end up being here – expressly uncomfortable, and eternally bored, but usually not fool enough to do anything about either of those conditions, nor idiot enough to try to rub out the sting her poor tender nates past the first time, when he’d laid down a second set of handprints to her already spanked butt, scolding harshly all the while about the fact that she would never be allowed to rub away the traces of punishment that were left on her derriere.

Ever.

She hadn’t had to learn that lesson twice, despite the fact that every single time she faced that dreary angle, her hands literally itched to sneak down and try to assuage that burning sting. But she resisted.

This time was no different. With every beat of her heart, she could feel the blood coursing through that swollen, hot area, deepening the ache he’d created by a thousand fold, until it was downright unbearable.

What was ultimately worse, however, was when he came to tease her, as he almost inevitably did.

Even five years later, he was rarely able to keep his hands off her for very long – hence her serious lack of much of a wardrobe. Sometimes she was sure he was inches away from taking her out of the house stark naked – and indeed he had required, on occasion, that she accompany him out onto his land while completely nude, with no clothing available. Granted, he had a variety of blankets in the truck if push came to shove, but his land was so vast that the only creatures they ended up shocking were road runners and scorpions, even though Maura never became comfortable with being outdoors and naked.

Sometimes she thought that was why he commanded her to do it – he enjoyed her complete discomfort.

“Oh, God, I love you like this – all red and sore and punished. That end of that plug looks so big between your cheeks, honey – is it making you ache where it holds you open?”

He only wanted yes or no replies. Nothing elaborate, so she shook her head. It sure did!

“And the harness only adds to its pressure, doesn’t it – forcing you to hold it unusually far in, and making sure you can’t move it in any way with your own body because you’re held so wide open.”

More nodding, and several tears tracing down her cheeks, to fall unheeded on the sloping tops of her breasts. Somehow hearing him tell her about her situation, to describe it to her when he was the cause of it, in that gravelly, sexy voice of his, just made her whole body clench, which, of course, made her yelp out loud, and cry that much harder.

But Simon rarely concerned himself with her tears – at least until it was time for forgiving comfort after he was through with the lesson. Instead, he was extremely interested in that shamelessly displayed pussy of hers. His big palm and fingers settled over that area, cupping that part of her that was most private, most her and the most hers, and taking it as his own – as was his right as her dominant. The usual terms – boyfriend and girlfriend, besides sounding extremely juvenile – just didn’t seem to fit the depth of what they had, although lover didn’t fit, either, since neither of them had ever professed such feelings. Dominant and submissive worked for them – in practice and in truth in labeling.

It was what she was. It was what he was. To the depths of their souls, and with no one else, although words had never been said to that effect between them.

Two thick, stiff fingers moved the crotch strap aside, eliciting a moan of protest from her, and worked their way up inside her, with much less care and concern than he had inserted the plug - roughly even, knowing the true extent of her delicacy and keeping that always in the forefront of his mind. Still, he never went easy on her, and in this he was no different, raping her hard as she did as was required of her and tried desperately to remain still while the vulnerability of it all, the terrible mixture of pleasure and pain threatened to overwhelm her – promised to, then backed off as he did, only to return again some minutes later when the achiness had died down to a manageable level. He proceeded to relentlessly force 21

her into that morass again – the seething, churning of his three fingers stretching her to a truly painful extent, stuffed as she was, full of plug and remnants of the pain that circulated around that whole area, adding to the distressed swelling between her legs in a manner that she could neither tolerate nor control.

When he had her like this – when she was naughty, most especially – she felt her lack of control more acutely than any other time. Her complete subservience to him had come very, very gradually, slipping as it had quite naturally out from under the careful wraps she’d constructed of bad memories and incredible fears. But Simon was infinitely patient, especially when the reward for his patience was a woman as special as Maura. He knew that she wanted more – that the submission they’d discussed over the Internet and eventually in person would not be enough to sate her for long. She needed more, even if she hadn’t quite recognized that truth at first, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt.