Sir Strikes Back: Part 3

kissmyass(Naughty Girl D)

I would advise you to read Part 1 & Part 2 before this:


I could feel my heart beat a furious tattoo at the thought of having six pegs on my body. My body can handle slaps and spanks all over my body, whether it be administered with a hand, a belt, or a paddle (as illustrated earlier in the night), but pegs pushed me to my limits. The white hot pain of getting pinched by those pegs was enough to make me practically paralyzed in pain. I couldn’t help but whimper at the punishment to come.

“Stand up, slut!” Sir’s sharp voice cut through my thoughts and I immediately leapt to attention like a good little girl should.

He grabbed two pegs from the nightstand to start with and walked towards me. I felt my body shaking in anticipation of the pain to come. Seeing me frightened, Sir took my hand in his own.

“I’m going to place these pegs on your nipples first. Take deep breaths for me and you will be fine. Come on, be a good girl for me and obey.” He quickly squeezed my hand and let go.

His hand wandered over to my left breast where he started to pinch and play with my nipple. I moaned at the touch of his fingers on my skin. Once my nipples were erect enough, he took one of those pegs and placed it on my nipple. I first felt the pinch, which was then quickly replaced with nearly blinding and breathtaking pain. I felt my body instantly tense and seize up at the sensation on my nipple. In short, this fucking hurt and this was only one. He went over to do the same with the other one. When the second peg was attached, I couldn’t help but shout out loud and shake in pain. Two was already the most awful pain and I had four more pegs to go.

God, I hate this game.

“Open your mouth for me right now.” He snapped.

This was easy for me as I was practically gulping deep breaths in an attempt to ease the pain. I presented my mouth to him and was gifted with two more pegs, one on each side of my mouth. Considering how much thinner the flesh is in that area, this seemed to hurt even more…or perhaps it was the combined pain of four (one.two.three.fuckingfour!) pegs on my body. Yet, there were still two more and I knew exactly where they were going. This wasn’t as comforting a thought as it should have been though.

“Now, spread your legs open.”

I whimpered, knowing exactly what he was going to do. He gave me a stern look that instantly shut me up. This was not the time for me to whine and complain. I needed to accept the punishment like a good girl. The first peg on my pussy lip was indescribable. I was on the verge of screaming bloody murder or at least a safe word but instead I balled up my fists and scrunched up my face, grimacing at how much I hurt. Surprisingly he put the last clip on quickly as if to surprise me with it rather than let my anticipate it. I groaned as i felt each site with the peg throb and hurt with every movement.

Sir stood back to revel in what he had done to my body. He smiled and laughed at how pathetic I must have looked. At that point, I couldn’t care less about how humiliated I was feeling. All I could feel was the shooting and throbbing pain I felt at each of the sites. Tears collected in my eyes and I was so close to yelling “Manila!”, but I wanted to show him that I could be a good little slut for him despite how much I hurt.

“Good fucking slut,” he said as he watched me shake and fidget. “You will keep those pegs on until after the next roll. Tell me to roll the dice for me now.”

I groaned and couldn’t help but shake my head. With my mouth open and pegs affixed to each side, I would come off sounding so stupid and my cheeks flushed dark red with embarrassment.

“Are you shaking your head at me?” He inquired, his voice taking on a more serious tone.

“No! No, no, please…” I begged as best as I could with those pegs in my mouth.

“Then tell me to roll the dice for you and don’t make me ask again. Or else.”

I sniffed and then said the magic words. It barely came out comprehensible and my face burned red in humiliation. This seemed to satisfy him and he rolled the dice again. This time it landed on a four and a two. Sir pulled out his wallet, rifled through it, pulled out a quarter and presented it to me. I extended my hand toward him with my palm facing up. He walked over and dropped it in my hand.

“Go walk to the wall for me. You know what to do.” He said with a devious smile on his face. “Two minutes.”

I did know what to do. I walked to the wall, placed the coin on the wall in front of my nose, and leaned forward so that the only thing keeping the coin suspended was my nose. From this position, I could not see what Sir was doing and tried to focus solely on keeping the coin aloft. He was going to make that very difficult for me though.

It started with him spreading my legs open carefully so that I don’t drop the coin. His fingers ran up and down my slit for a brief moment and then was quickly replaced by his lips. My knees immediately shook and my mouth fell open in a silent moan. The pain I felt from the pegs started to fade slightly as his lips and tongue worked on my pussy. It was a struggle to stay standing when his tongue dipped inside me or when he started to lick and suck on my clit. My moans and sighs started to fill up the room more and more. I think we had past the two minute mark already at some point but I didn’t care and it seems he didn’t either. As described in D(omme)-Day, Sir is extremely skilled with his mouth.

God, I love this game.

I was breathing really hard and somehow still had the coin pressed up against the wall. I could feel my body winding up tighter and tighter as I got close to orgasm and I know he could tell as well. Sir wasn’t let me going to have too much fun too quickly though. I felt a sharp tug and hot pain all of a sudden as he pulled those pegs off of my pussy.

“FUCK!” I screamed out and arched my back in instinctual reaction to how much my pussy hurt. Obeying the laws of gravity, the coin fell to the floor with a sharp clang. As soon as the coin fell, I felt him move away from my pussy and I couldn’t help but sob. I was so so sooooo close.

“Are you frustrated?” He asked me as I turned around.

“No, Sir…” I lied. My pouty face must have gave away the truth as he laughed at me instead.

“Aww poor little slut is frustrated.” He teased and I couldn’t help but grumble. “OK, you can take off those pegs off now.”

I was thankful but taking those pegs off is a slow and excruciating process. The feeling of blood rushing back to the once clamped site is a different kind of pain. There’s relief at first but then the pain creeps back in the form of a dull, throbbing ache that lasts for a couple of hours. My nipples probably fared the worst as they seemed to ache with every single move I made.

Once the clips were off my body, Sir retrieved my pair of nipple suckers from the table and walked towards me. He first rubbed a bit of lube on my nipples for the suckers to properly stay on, then placed them on me. Already sensitive from the peg torture, this only served to heighten their sensitivity even further.

Sir then went to the champagne bucket and fished out a some ice cubes. He placed one of them in his mouth. He handed me two of them.

“I’m going to lie down. You are going to sit on my face while you use those ice cubes on your nipples. Remember, you’re not allowed to cum my dear unless I say so.”

I nodded fervently, anxious to feel his mouth on me again. I took the cubes from his hands and waited for him to undress and lay down. When he was ready, I climbed into bed and got into position.

“Baby, you’re so wet!” He said almost in awe as I settled above him.

He grabbed my big ass and brought it down to his face. As soon as his tongue made contact with my clit, I started to grind against him. He felt so amazing, especially with the ice cube in his mouth. The cool of his mouth combined with how feverishly hot I was all over my body (not to mention my sensitive nipples teased by more ice) was an intoxicating sensation. I was so overwhelmed by how good it felt and I hadn’t even cum yet. I was reaching a point of desperation at this point.

“Sir, please I’m getting really really close. Please let me cum!” I begged and pleaded. It was becoming more and more difficult to delay the inevitable but I did not want to disobey him.

My begging managed to reach his ears, even though my thighs were clamped pretty tightly against them, but he did not give me relief. Instead he stopped, not before giving my clit one final kiss (ugh evil). He tapped my thigh twice, a signal for me to get off, and I shakily climbed over him and fell onto the bed as my legs had been reduced to jelly by this point. He sat up and reached for the buttplug and lube from the nightstand. Then Sir pulled me in for a quick kiss. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue and it only served to make me want more.

“We’re going to play one of my favorite games now.” He whispered into my ear. “Hold the plug with your feet…”

I sighed, knowing exactly where he was going with this. I would hold the plug with my feet and try to get it in my ass without the use of my hands. I hated this game as there was no guarantee whether I would be successful in this endeavor considering how shaky my legs were at this very moment. Sir loved this game though as he always enjoys watching me struggle.

“Also, I’m only going to give you five minutes to do so.” My jaw fell open and my heart raced. “Begin now!”

I went to sit on the floor as it was more stable than the bed, placed the plug between my feet, and started to lower myself down onto the plug. It was a battle of stability and how long you can wait until your thighs scream out for mercy. There were a couple of times it came close to falling down but I tried to stay calm.

“Three minutes have passed.”

So much for staying calm! I whined and grunted as I tried to get in. I looked up at Sir and saw him watching me in an almost hungry sort of way. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. After relaxing a bit, I shifted around trying to find the tip of the plug. Then success! I felt the tip and started to slowly push down. It felt good both knowing that I had finally gotten it, but also how the plug stretched me open. I made it with about fifteen seconds to spare. I looked up at Sir again, who seemed a touch disappointed that he couldn’t punish me for completing what seemed like an impossible task.

“Go get on the bed, slut. I want your face down and your ass up for me.” He commanded while grabbing a length of rope from the nightstand.

I obeyed like a good girl should. Sir proceeded to tie my left hand to my ankle, leaving me partially bound for him. He placed the Hitachi wand in my free hand.

“Hold that to your clit hard. I want you to start off with the lower setting starting…NOW.”

The effect was instantaneous; I flipped the switch and instantly I was reduced to a slack-jawed, mindless, and wailing animal. The only thought running through my head in this very moment was OHMYGODTHISFEELSSOFUCKINGAMAZING. It was about to get better as I felt Sir’s cock start to tease my wet pussy.

“Mmmm please Sir,” I murmured in a weak and shaky voice. He kept teasing me, slipping his big cock inside me briefly before pulling out. I finally couldn’t help it and started to beg. “Please please please I need you, Sir.”

He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled hard, which instantly shut me up. At the same time, he started to push his way inside me and stretch me. I stopped breathing for a few seconds as I tried to process everything I was feeling. The plug filling up my ass. His hot cock stretching and filling every inch of me. The Hitachi relentlessly buzzing away at my clit. My consciousness as a person no longer existed at this point. I was just running on pure lust and sensation.

He started moving slow, almost frustratingly so. Every so often he would spank my ass hard or play with the plug in my ass. Over time his thrusts began to speed up to the point that I cried out each time he completely filled me. By now, I must have looked positively insane or possessed, with my eyes rolling back into my head, me biting my lip, or jerkily shifting around the bed. I didn’t care though as I was so close to cumming and wanted instant relief.

“Please baby, please please let me cum?” I pleaded in a small whiny voice. “Please let this good girl cum for you, Sir. Pretty pretty please!”

I was lucky that I had a Sir who enjoyed making me cum over and over again instead of being bent on denying my orgasms. He bent down close to my ear and said over the near-deafening hum of the wand, “I will count down for you. You will cum in ten…”

I gasped and started to feel my pussy tighten up like a vise around him.

“Nine. Eight.”

I started to inhale and exhale in large gulps, almost like I was running the last legs of a marathon.

“Seven. Six….Five.”

I started to whine and moan as I was getting closer and closer to cumming and I couldn’t fail now. I wished he would count faster but I know he wouldn’t. I knew he loved to see me struggle and squirm, seeing how much I can endure just so I can be a good little slut for him.

“Four. Three. Two…One…”

SHIT. I was about to break. My orgasm was practically on the verge of crashing over me at this point. I was near tears trying to hold it back. I sounded like a keening wild animal at this point.


Holy. Fuck. A loud guttural scream filled the room as I let go and came. My pussy erratically squeezed and milked his cock, which only made Sir fuck me even harder. He wasn’t going to stop just because I already came. He was going to keep using me over and over until he had his fill. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

After getting me close to the edge of another orgasm, Sir pulled out and took the Hitachi out of my hand then turned it off. I groaned at the sudden empty feeling and loss of stimulation. I wasn’t worried though he wouldn’t leave me wanting for too long. He untied my ankle bonds and tied my wrists together this time. He then put on a vibrating cock ring on, laid in bed, and beckoned me over.

This was his favorite position: me sitting on his hard cock, my tied arms encircling his neck to keep me in position, his hands grabbing my ass, his fingernails digging into my skin, all while he lifts me up and down on his cock. The sheer force plus the cock ring vibrating against my clit sent my orgasm count into the double figures, one orgasm often quickly running into the next one and next one. There were times I could not stop cumming. Since he couldn’t cum with the ring on, he kept going and going. After lord knows how long, he took the ring off and continued to fuck me. His pace was unforgivingly hard and relentlessly fast. He was truly using me like the good little slut that I am and I couldn’t be happier. Actually I lied; feeling him cum inside me made me the happiest.

Both of us now utterly exhausted, I collapsed forward onto his chest with him still inside me. He started to run his fingers through my auburn hair and we just laid there in the sweaty, messy quiet for a bit. When we were more capable of movement, he reached over and pulled the champagne out of ice and poured us both glasses. Eventually we talked about the more mundane goings-on in our lives like our weeks at work (his: stressful, mine: boring), mushy details about how much we love each other and what we’d do for dinner tomorrow night.

When I felt him finally slip out of me, I got off and made sure to lick our combined juices off his cock. He never wanted me to waste it as much as possible. I went to the bathroom and cleaned off what little was left as most of it had dried onto my skin at the point. I got back into bed and started to scoot in next to him when he stopped me.

“Mahal, two things,” he turned to me. “One, I will not let you play as mistress for at least another month.”

Ok, that was to be expected. I inquired, “And two darling?”

“Two,” he continued. “To remind you of your place, tonight you will sleep with your head on my stomach and my cock in your mouth.”

Of course I followed orders like the good little girl that I am. I laid down in my new sleeping spot and got as comfortable as I could. I could still taste my pussy and his cum on his cock. Considering the amount of teasing he put me through, it was no shock that I fell asleep rather quickly.

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Sir Strikes Back: Part 3

Sir Strikes Back: Part 2

Dtits4(D with nipplesuckers on!)

If you haven’t read Part 1 – you should for context!

“Yes, please, Sir.”

The instant those words left my lips, Sir grabbed a handful of my hair, dragged me to the wall, and pushed me against it. He seized my wrists and held them with one hand above my head while he squeezed my clit hard – all done without breaking eye contact with me. I couldn’t help but whimper at the sharp amount of pain, but I was immediately shushed.

“Good girls stay quiet.” He said with a stern tone. “Now, you know the safe words?”

“Yes, Sir.” I affirmed with a nod. “I will say ‘Manila’ when I start to struggle with something then ‘Reddit’ if I want to stop completely.”

“Good slut.” He praised me with a small smile on his face. “Now turn around for me with your hands behind your back.” I started to turn when he added, “If you so much as look back at me, you will be punished. Stay still and face only that wall.”

“Yes, Sir.” I answered like the good girl I wished to be.

I heard him walk towards the other side of the bedroom, the slide of a drawer opening, the shuffling of the drawer’s contents, and the click as it was shut. Mostly, I could hear my breathing as I was practically panting in anticipation of what was going to happen tonight. I felt his presence behind me again and couldn’t help but shiver. He placed my wrists on top of each other and started to bind them with rope. Once he was done, he grabbed me by the shoulders and jerked me around to face him.

“Open your mouth.”

I did as he told me and was greeted by the familiar sight of today’s wet and dirty panties. My cheeks instantly flushed and felt hot. Humiliation tends to be a soft spot for me when it comes to our play and this instantly made me bristle, but I wanted to be a good girl and please him too. I groaned as best as I could with an open mouth. In response, Sir looked at me with an icy look that instantly shut me up. I instinctively turned my eyes to the carpet in deference.

Once he finished stuffing them inside my mouth, he stood back to survey his work. “Baby, look at me.”

I lifted my chin up and meekly turned my eyes up to Sir, awaiting further instruction. I could tell he looked pleased, especially when I heard him groan as my brown eyes met his green. My cheeks burned even hotter as I felt like I was on display before his eyes. Well, technically, I suppose I was. I couldn’t help but fidget and make muffled noises of discomfort. I could taste myself on my tongue due to the panties. It was humiliating but somehow the exposure and the vulnerability of it all only made me get wetter.

Without warning, Sir took a hold of my hair again just so he could throw me onto the bed. I landed face down and started to try and turn myself around when he stopped me with a spank on my ass.

“You will not squirm. You will not make noise. Take your punishment like a good girl should. Do you understand?”

I nodded my head in affirmation. This wasn’t enough for him though.

I heard him sigh in disappointment. “I didn’t ask you to nod yes. I asked you a question. Use your words. Use that mouth of yours for something else than sucking my cock.”

I whimpered, the sound muffled by the panties in my mouth. I hate talking with my mouth full or left open; it makes me feel stupid and Sir knows this. He was leaning especially hard into humiliating me today to get me back for my little day in his shoes. Knowing him, he would leave me there as long as it would take until I answered, then be punished for making him wait for an answer.

“Yeth Thir,” I finally managed to mumble through the dirty panties. I heard him laugh from behind me, which only served to keep my cheeks flushed.

“Good slut. You’re not completely worthless.” He patted me on the head as if he were praising a puppy for good behavior. I guess there are more similarities there than I initially realized.

I heard the clink of his belt and knew instantly what was coming. This provided me no comfort though. This was going to hurt.

“You’re going to count them in your head and you tell me how many times your ass is spanked.”

I replied with my muffled “Yeth Thir” and awaited the pain. No matter how much you anticipate it hurting, the first blow against your skin is always a shock to the system. I couldn’t help but buck my body away from the source of the pain. I wanted to be a good girl for him though and once my senses flooded back I kept still and tried to stay as quiet as I could as the thrashing of the belt against my skin became faster and faster until he suddenly stopped.

“How many was that?” He asked me.

Oh shit, I was so occupied by overcoming the pain and being good that I had forgotten to count. Shit shit shit. I groaned and shook my head, tears starting to form in my eyes at failing to deliver a proper answer. I craned my head around enough so that I could look at him. He was not happy with me and I gulped in fear.

He quickly walked back to our fun little drawer, grabbed something, and shoved it into my face so I could have a proper look. It was a black spiked paddle. Oh, this was going to hurt even worse and I was right. The spanking I got was even worse now with the paddle. At some point, he would have normally switched to the other cheek but he wanted to be mean to me after I had made him do such degrading tasks the night before. I counted maybe ten before all that filled my mind was OuchOWohmygodthepainithuuuuuuuuuuurts. I was so close to crying out my safe word ‘Manila’ when he suddenly stopped. I couldn’t help but fight back a sob a bit. My ass felt like it was on fire. The air surrounding it was enough to make it hurt.

He made me turn over in bed. Even the soft blanket underneath me was enough to cause my ass to protest.

“Open your mouth.” He commanded. I followed and he proceeded to slowly pull my dirty, spit covered panties out of my mouth then dropped them on the floor. I took a deep breath and tried to get my tongue wet again as the fabric had absorbed all my spit. I couldn’t meet his eyes, knowing that I had failed again, but he pushed my chin upwards so that I was forced to look at him. “How many was that?”

I moaned in despair and just replied in a thick voice and tears threatening to take over, “I’m so sorry, Sir, I couldn’t count it. I tried so hard but it hurts and -”

“Shhhh,” he placed a finger gently across my lips to calm and quiet me. “Just calm down and lie there for a second, baby. I’m going to get a few more things we need.”

While he gathered more supplies, I did my best to breathe deep and relax. On top of being humiliated, I don’t like to fail or be made to feel like I’m failing him. He knows this too and I can understand him pushing this particular limit of mine as punishment for yesterday but he always knows when to stop when it gets to be too much. He set the items he gathered on the nightstand and sat down next to me on the bed.

“Be a good little slut for me now and bend over my knee.” He said in a stern but gentler voice than before to keep me calm. I nodded and got up and assumed the position requested. I could feel how hard he was underneath me as my weight rested on his legs. “I just want you to relax for a little bit right now then we’ll keep going, ok?”

“Yes, Sir.” I replied in a small voice.

He started to trace his fingers over my freshly spanked ass. I flinched at his initial contact, but felt myself relax and let go as he gently ran his fingers up and down the sensitive skin. The initial angry pain that my ass had felt when first spanked had settled into a dull, throbbing ache, not unlike the sensations my pussy was feeling at that moment.

“Baby, you know I still have to punish you, right?”

I groaned not unlike the groan that comes out of my mouth when he tells me that it’s time for me to get out of bed in the morning for work.

He continued, “I can’t let you get away for being a bad girl so just relax for me.”

I sighed. “Yes, Sir.”

He spread my ass open for him to see and I heard him groan in appreciation. I smiled to myself, happy knowing that he was pleased with me for this moment. He reached over towards the nightstand for a bottle of tingly lube and rubbed some of it on my asshole. I purred at how lovely the sensations felt, the coolness of the lube settling on my skin and his fingers teasing me every so slightly. He then reached over, grabbed the buttplug, and prepared that for me as well.

“Now, relax for me.”

His cool, assertive voice helped me keep calm and relaxed. This was good for me because this was a bigger plug than the one I had earlier in the day. I felt the tip slowly work its way in and a sigh tumbled out of my lips. He slowly fucked me with the plug until it slipped inside me. That feeling when your ass finally takes in all of that plug is such a unique sensation of pain and pleasure. I moaned as I felt the plug finally fill me up inside.

“You will count out loud for me and say you’re sorry for losing track of your spanks. We’ll start now.”

SMACK! His hand was better than the paddle but it still hurt like hell.

“One. I’m sorry for losing track, Sir.” I said in a shaky voice.

“Losing track of what?” He pressed me.

“Losing track of spanks, Sir.” I quickly replied in an attempt to fix my mistake. Too late.

“Good, but we’re going to start again now.” He answered, punctuating his last word with a hard spank.

I gasped and shifted around in his lap at the pain, but still knew what was expected of me.

“One. I’m sorry for losing track of my spanks, Sir. Two! I’m sorry for losing track of my spanks, Sir. Three…”

This treatment continued until he reached fifty spanks and took a break. I started to breathe a bit more freely and relax as the pain started to ease when he reached between my legs and started to tap my clit. I practically hummed with pleasure at the sensation. He was the first person to ever do this to me and it rocked my world. His pace increased steadily and drove me practically close to the edge of orgasm. Sir was not going to let me cum that easy though. He knew my body well and brought me back from the edge with a couple of hard pinches on my inner thighs.

After he tired out from this break, he reached again for the paddle and gave me fifty more spanks. By the end of fifty, I wanted to toss that paddle into the trash…or maybe just hide it somewhere so Sir couldn’t find it for a little while. At this point, I could only imagine how badly battered my ass would look like after our fun. I didn’t even know if I could be standing after all this was all done.

Sir allowed me another break and helped me forget the pain again by tapping on my clit and edging me. It’s funny how sensations work in the human body. One time you could feel extreme amounts of pain can quickly segue into great pleasure. My body was humming and my legs started to shake from the sheer amount of sensations coursing through my body. I could feel myself dripping down my thighs. I wanted – no, needed – to cum soon but I know my Sir and he could leave me edging for quite some time.

Just as I thought he was done with the punishment, he still had one more. He got his belt again and it was the same drill. Luckily, he didn’t use the buckle end of the belt to hit me but the pain was still searing and stinging in the worst possible kinds of ways. I was definitely over two hundred spanks at this point and was practically crying out with each spank at this point. Once he got to fifty, he gingerly removed the plug from my ass and had me stand up.

“How’s your ass feel, baby?”

“It hurts,” I said with a little whine in my voice and a pout on my face. I couldn’t help acting like a petulant child during these painful times.

“Good, it’s supposed to hurt.” He said with one more quick slap on my ass. My knees buckled and before I could say anything, he interrupted me. “Now go and be a good slut and get on your knees for me.”

I did as instructed as he walked over to the nightstand and took a pair of dice in his hand. Ah, I know this game well. The way the game is played is with two die – one determines the toy or punishment to be used and two is the time or the amount of times the punishment is to be done. The toys differ each time we play and Sir keeps track of everything in a handy spreadsheet that way. The rules of the dice game are as such:

  1. Sir is always in control of the dice at all times.
  2. Game will only end when Sir decides to end it.
  3. Sir controls the tempo of playtime.
  4. Other toys may be used in each roll to heighten sensations.

“Ask me to roll the dice, slut.” He instructed as he passed the dice back and forth in his hands.

“Please roll the dice for me, Sir.” I asked with the slightest hint of trepidation. I was hoping that the dice would be lucky for me this round. I heard the dice clatter against the nightstand.

“Two and six.” He declared, then looked at his phone to confirm tonight’s toy choices. “So…two is pegs.”


“And six…well, I’m going to put six pegs on you.”


Stay tuned for part three, coming in the next few days…

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Sir Strikes Back: Part 2

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So it has been five days since Sir put me back in my place, this was the first part of the story; the second part will be up within the next few days I promise. My ass is still bruised and hurts to sit down; but I wouldn’t have it any other way. 🙂

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Sir Strikes Back: Part 1

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Part 2 Now Up

Easter can be considered a time of renewal and rebirth. In my particular case, this was especially poignant as Sir took this weekend as an opportunity to put me back in my place after D(omme)-Day to remind me what I truly am.

It started Saturday morning. I sleepily shuffled my way into the kitchen to fix myself a cup of tea. I leaned against the counter waiting for the kettle to boil and pulled out my phone to keep myself occupied. It was in the midst of a particularly puzzling level of Monument Valley that I heard Sir come into the kitchen.

“Take off your robe and stick your ass out for me.” He commanded me with the same casual tone as one would use to say pass the salt.

“Good morning to you too,” I greeted a little more insolently than I should have. I glanced up from my phone and saw his face stone serious. I know that look and, boy, was I in for it.

“Take it off and bend over.” He repeated. His voice clearly indicated he would not tolerate any further lip from me. I hastily took off my robe, allowing it to pool at my feet, and bent over for him. A shiver ran through my body not only because I was now naked but at the consequences that would come due to my flippant remark.

My punishment came in the form of ten swift and powerful spanks to my ass on each cheek. I bit my lip and gripped the counter tight to prevent myself from squealing too loud. I knew it would be worse if I didn’t stay quiet.

“Baby, remember, I’m in charge again. You know I don’t like it when you’re being bratty.”

He lies. I know he likes it as it gives him more opportunity to punish me.

I felt the familiar sensation of lube on my asshole before the insertion of a buttplug. As revenge for my cheekiness, he shoved it in without letting me get used to it. I couldn’t help but gasp at the pain and my natural instinct was to arch backwards in response to the pain.

Sir took the opportunity to grab a handful of my hair and forced me back down to my previous position. Still keeping a hand firmly entangled in my hair, he rubbed my pussy for a moment and chuckled how wet he found me.

“You stupid slut.” He said and then shoved my ben wa balls into my pussy. I moaned at how full I suddenly felt. He released his hold on my hair then started to fix himself a cup of coffee as if nothing had happened.

I picked up my robe and started to put it on.

“Leave it off for the rest of the morning.” He demanded as he took a seat at the dining table.

“Yes, Sir.” I said as the kettle started to shrilly whistle behind me. I turned off the stove, fixed my morning tea, then went about the rest of my morning. Obviously, things were now back to normal between us.

I had the feeling Sir had something special planned for me today after our shower together. I had just finished drying him off and was on my knees with his hard cock deep in my throat when he posited the following question to me:

“You have an option today; as we are seeing your parents, you can choose to wear bra and panties or not.” As naughty and kinky as Sir and I are, we still do relatively normal things like spend time with family over the holidays.  His family lives in England so we usually spend the day with my family.

One of our rules includes that I am not to wear panties unless my annoying Aunt Flo comes into town, if you catch my drift. Something was definitely up.

I managed to garble out that I wanted to wear my panties with a mouthful of cock after a couple of tries. I think he made me repeat myself just for the satisfaction of seeing my cheeks flush with humiliation. He then grabbed my head and fucked my face harder in response before he came in my mouth. Of course, being a good girl, I swallowed and made sure to clean up whatever was left on his cock.

There are some unexpected perks to being a sub. For example, I was standing in front of my closet, pondering, like many women before me, what I was going to wear that day. My complex decision making process was cut short when Sir walked over to me, took a glance at my closet, and reached for a blue and white patterned dress as well as a blue bra with a matching pair of panties.

“Wear this.” So he say and so shall it be.

Before I could get fully dressed, he placed a blindfold over my eyes and led me towards the bed.

“Bend over and spread your ass open for me, baby.”

I complied and heard him groan at the sight of me presented before him in such a provocative manner. Lube dribbled into my asshole and I knew my plug was going back in. This time didn’t hurt so much when he inserted it inside. I moaned a bit when I felt completely full.

“Good girl. Now, I’m going to help you put on your panties. Turn around slowly and you can lean on me for support.”

I turned over and extended my arms out to feel for him. He grabbed a hold of my hands in a reassuring way and helped me put on my panties. As he neared my pussy, I felt a light kiss right above my clit and I gasped at the tease. He laughed at my response then finished putting on my underwear. I softly groaned at that little tease, but kept my mouth shut otherwise. I didn’t want him to punish me for being so greedy with my pleasure.

I then felt him slip something inside my panties next to my clit. Before I could ask what that was, I found out very quickly what it was; a low and steady vibration overwhelmed me. I stood there with my mouth open in lust when it suddenly stopped.

“Sir, is that…?” I started to ask when the blindfold came off. I was greeted to the biggest grin on his face. In his hand, was a small plastic black remote.

“A remote control vibrator? Yes, yes it is.” He answered my question then cranked it up to medium. I moaned loud and felt my knees buckle in response to the hefty amount of electricity nestled against my throbbing clit. My eyes fluttered shut at the pleasure I could feel but it was fleeting. Just as quickly it started to built, Sir took two hairclips and placed them on my nipples. I shouted out at the sudden intrusion of pain, which quickly died down as the vibrator helped me forget about the pain. After a minute or two, he stopped it again and quipped with a naughty smile on his face, “I thought we could have a little fun while we’re out with your family.”

Moments like this remind me why I love him so much. He sure knows how to keep me on my toes. He let me finish dressing up and getting ready without much fanfare asides from a couple of quick buzzes for kicks. I was lucky that he didn’t turn it on when I was putting on my makeup. I would have ended up looking like a Picasso painting otherwise.

The plan today was to meet my family at the Japanese restaurant they like to frequent in my hometown for a nice lunch. My hometown was about an hour from where we were staying so the drive up was a good opportunity to keep me on the edge. I would start to fall asleep when the vibrator would roar to life, making me jolt awake. I would look over at him and find him laughing at me. I stuck my tongue out at him, which only made him turn it up even higher. Oh, god damn it, I never learn…

We showed up a good half hour early as Sir likes to be punctual. I texted my dad to let him know we had arrived and that we’ll see them all soon. We took our seats at the table reserved for us while the cheery waitress handed out our menus. When she left, he leaned over, placed his hand on my upper thigh, and gave me a big kiss.

“Now, be a good girl for me, stay composed, and maybe I won’t punish you too hard later.” He whispered in my ear and gave me a small bite on my earlobe. Instant shivers down my spine.

“Yes, I will, S-” I started to say when he turned up the vibrator on full. I slammed my hands on the table instinctively, causing the table across the room to look up in confusion. My cheeks instantly burned and I hastily regained my cool. “Yes, yes, Sir, I will.”

“Good girl.” He replied then looked towards the front of the restaurant. “Oh, your family’s here, mahal.”

I waved them over with a smile and we both got up to greet them all. Dad gave me a big hug and proceeded to fawn over me in his usual annoyingly cute sort of way. Mom hugged me and told me I had lost weight, which is her highest form of compliment. My two younger sisters looked up from their phones briefly, said hi, and made small talk before drawing their attentions back to their phones. Ahhh, youth.

Initially wary of Sir being white, my family grew to love him as much as I did – I attribute this mostly to the thoughtfulness and respect he showed them more than my past relationships ever had. Sir greeted my family warmly as well and gave them presents that he got from his last business trip, which included a nice big bag of English chocolates. I have to admit I might have hoarded some Cadbury creme eggs for myself. Don’t judge me.

We all took our seats at the table, with Sir now sitting across from me, and ordered our lunch. When it came to my turn, Sir turned the vibrator to high. I couldn’t help but moan, which I quickly covered as a coughing fit.

“Oh, D, here’s some water.” My mom poured more water in my glass to help me. “Spring makes the allergies really bad.” I couldn’t help but weakly laugh. Yeah sure allergies…that’s it.

I reached for the water and took a big sip. I then ordered as normally as I could despite the circumstances. I wouldn’t be shocked if my panties were soaked before the end of lunch at this point.

Family asked us the normal questions: How was Sir’s business trip, how’s my work going, what else we had planned for the Easter weekend, etc. I asked about my youngest sister’s prom and looked at pictures of her prom dress and checked in with how my other sister’s first year of college was progressing. Mom talked about her ministry with the church and Dad talked about the new documentary he had seen. All the while, Sir would randomly turn the vibrator on and off in short bursts just to drive me crazy and watch me trip up. Hopefully, none of my family noticed that I was acting a bit spacier than usual.

We lingered a bit for dessert and ended up splitting an order of tempura fried ice cream. Kooky but a-maz-ing tasting. He leaned forward to feed me a spoonful. Just as the spoon contacted my tongue and my mouth closed around it, Sir turned up the vibrator again, lightly kicked my legs open, and placed his feet between my legs just to make the vibrations even stronger.

“Mmmmmm…” I moaned as if I was tasting the best thing I had ever tried. I looked up at Sir, who just stared back at me with a look that said be a good girl for me. I shut my eyes, pulled away, and said in a hopefully light tone,”Wow, that tastes really, really good. You guys should try some.”

Eventually, we finished lunch and said our goodbyes. For my family, this meant that we said goodbye, hugged at the table, then talked more, and then walked to the outside of the restaurant, talked more, hugged, and said goodbye again. I don’t understand why it’s a thing, it just is. Sir and I then say our final final goodbye and drive back home.

Once we walked through the doors, the atmosphere was tense and palpable. We both needed release at this point.

He pulled me close to him and said, “Now, I want you to go upstairs and get ready for me. Take the vibrator, buttplug, and hairclips off. Then, I want you to get all of our toys ready on the bedside cabinet. Once all that’s done, you are to wait for me on your knees, your wrists facing upwards resting on your thighs, your mouth open, and your eyes closed. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” I answered in a shaky voice. My panties at this point were so wet that it was almost uncomfortable. I did as he said and waited for him, which felt like it was an eternity. I didn’t care though. I would’ve done anything at this point.

I heard his footsteps on the stairs and heard him walk into the room. I opened my eyes and saw him carrying a tray. On the tray was a candle, an ice bucket with champagne, and some chocolates.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Yes, please, Sir.”

Til Next Time…

With love, D xx

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Sir Strikes Back: Part 1