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She stopped in front of the gate to the large house, big dog was barking furiously and jumping on the fence while showing its teeth.

She pulled out her phone from her purse and called him to announce her arrival.

“Come on in” – his voice sounded completely emotionless.

The gate opened and she drove toward the house, the dog was going crazy jumping and scratching her car’s lacquer with its nails.

She started to think that maybe this was not a good idea, that it maybe would be better to back off, just telling him that she had not completely understood what his expectations were.

The garage’s automatic gate opened and she drove through, leaving the viciously barking dog outside.

He came to get her.

The look he gave her made her shiver, though she already felt uncertain while standing next to the car and waiting for him. His face did not show anything, he had this poker face.

His “follow me” sounded like an order.

She followed him obediently, climbed up one flight of steps straight to his office.

“I believe you know what to do. Do it exactly like we agreed on in the emails. Do not disappoint me.” The last words sounding like an order of the highest priority.

She was shocked. Just like that? No introduction, no warming up chat? Straight to the core? She wanted to run away but it was too late.

With shaking fingers she started unbuttoning her coat. He stood aside but did not stop glancing at her with this weird smile, a smile that didn’t predict anything good.

She took off her coat and handed it to him. She stood in the center of the room, her body covered in a slick, black silk blouse and a skirt in the same color, spiked heels on her feet. Underneath those clothes she wore a red satin bra and panties, complimented with a black garter belt and stockings, accordingly to his order.

“Lets begin it!” – he said with a slight trace of anger in his voice, or maybe he was just getting impatient.

“So, you’re a slutty bitch that without any doubt deserves punishment. You deserve it even for accepting my offer. We have agreed on a spanking and sex” – while saying this he grabbed her by the back of her neck and pushed her toward the writing desk.

“Make yourself ready! You know what to do!” – he ordered.

If she felt hot before, now she was on fire. Plus, with this whole situation she was so embarrassed, even more than she would have expected. But this was only the beginning.

She stood next to the desk and with shaking hands started opening her blouse, but he jumped toward her and with one sudden move tore all of them apart. The small buttons fell onto the floor.

“Continue” – he demanded.

She lifted her skirt and started slowly sliding down her red satin panties toward her knees.

The Master approached and possessively grabbed her by the hair, pressing her firmly to the cold surface of the writing desk.

“Don’t even dare to move!” – he reminded her sharply and started touching her bare ass cheeks.

Unexpectedly, his hand moved down to her cunt and dove into it. “You’re already wet. I think that you’re a dirty bitch who likes kinky stuff” – without waiting for any answer he started spanking her.

Slaps were coming one after another and he had a heavy hand. The girl’s ass started turning red. After a few more slaps he dove his finger again in her pussy discovering that she was getting wetter with every smack. He decided to give her a couple more slaps and then changed the hand to a belt. The metal part of the belt jingled in his hand, he pressed her harder against to the desk and again started working on her already red ass.

This time it was more painful and she started to squirm but he didn’t pay attention, instead just grabbed her harder and smacked her harder as well. He did not care even slightly about her protests, continuously working on her behind. But this was the deal they made and she knew it very well.

When she felt like her ass was set on fire and the belt’s welts were really visible, he decided it was enough. He opened the zipper of his pants, pulled out his rock hard cock and slam it deep inside her inviting wet pussy. She was being fucked like an animal, like the slammed dirty bitch she was. Her flooded cunt felt so good despite the metal zipper scratching the beaten ass. Actually, the scratching contributed to her excitement. She felt this lovely combination of pain and pleasure that she dreamed so many times about it. Climax overwhelmed her completely, she was shaking with ecstasy when his warm semen sprinkled her red ass cheeks.

“I’ll call you for the next deal” he said while biting her ear and left the room. Walking on a weak legs she found her way to the car in the garage. Her head was filled with one word and a delicate smile arose on her face.

“The deal… the deal…” – was echoing in her head.

Because you want it

“Do not seek the because – in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions” – Anais Nin

I never thought that I might be submissive. So slutty and submissive. He discovered it for me, but let me start from the beginning.

I always felt that weird sensation when I saw a rough scene in a movie, I felt even weirder when watched porn. I did not know what it was and was too scared to explore this subject any further. Being raised by a very strict mother, for whom sex was the dirtiest thing on earth, I was constantly reminded about how important for a girl it is to be a virgin until she gets married. This left me with an uneasy approach to anything sex related. Until some point I was actually thinking that a climax is something created just for books and movies, something totally fantastic, therefor non existant. I’ve wasted so many years…

He, my Master opened the door for me to a completely different world and after exploring it for couple years I finally feel like a proud citizen of that planet. A planet of submission and domination, for me also a planet of joy.

Surprisingly, the hardest thing was not to be handcuffed, blindfolded and with a metal bar between my legs so that no matter what I could not close them. It wasn’t having occupied both holes with vibrators and was not the spanking that left marks on my skin for a few weeks. The hardest thing was to trust and believe Him completely, so completely to give up, to close my eyes and let him crush me so I can be reborn as His slut, His bitch.

I understood what my duty was – he created me to give joy. To give joy not just for Him, but for both of us, which was only possible with a mind free from my mother’s spell.

And he did it, he freed me. But it did not happen over night, you know, I was a real piece of work. After all I am from Poland, the country of unbreakable fighters and strong women. When I recall events from couple years ago, I can see myself as a wild horse that doesn’t trust anybody. He trained me, showed me that it doesn’t hurt to have a saddle on it’s back and a metal piece in it’s mouth, to let somebody else show you the way. He has earned me, but I’m fully aware how this may sound. After all, a submissive slut does not have the right to tell any Master what to do with her and how to do it. For my Master there is no one and only way of BDSM, because as he says “everybody is different”. What may be good for some subs does not necessarily fit others.

He has got me like nobody ever before, proving the fact, that in the BDSM world you don’t need just chains, gags, or a cracking whip to execute obedience from a sub. Sometimes you don’t need these things at all, what you need is the power over your sub’s mind, which is exactly how he’s got me.

I remember with every detail our first time without any equipment, just with our minds and bodies.

I came back late from some event in the city, where first timers were reading their freshly published pieces of erotica. I felt tired but a little bit turned on as well. You know, listening to erotic readings for two hours, you would have to be like a stone to not let it get to you even slightly.

I went to the bathroom to refresh myself and take off my make up. I stood topless in front of the mirror, my mind blank. Hand holding a cotton pad working on my skin almost mechanically. Being surrounded by the coldness of bathroom tiles felt somehow unreal. Maybe it was just a combination of tiredness, the late hour and my head filled with erotic scenes, or maybe something I can’t name.

He appeared by the door, entering it without saying a word, stood behind me and started stroking my nipples. I still managed to continue what I was doing, but when he squeezed my breasts and this pleasant sensation went down to my clit, it wasn’t so easy any more. He did not stop, instead started working on my tits harder and in a more vicious way. I closed my eyes, unable to refuse what he was giving me. I rolled my head back and let it rest on his chest while he kept torturing stinging nipples. I was already breathing harder, getting ready for what may happen next and then, suddenly he stopped and left.

When I finally got done with all the stuff in the bathroom, I decided to check emails on the computer in the living room. My tiredness was gone because of Him.

Sitting with almost a bare ass on the cold leather of the computer chair I found Him again behind me. This time He wanted me to keep doing what I was doing while he played again with my breasts through a tiny tank top. It seems like my nipples were going to poke holes in delicate fabric. Juice started dripping from my pussy making thin scrap of the thong’s material completely soaked. But he did not go there, not yet. He kept annoyingly playing with the upper part of my body, driving me crazy since I wanted to feel his fingers up my cunt and did not know if I could manage to wait any longer. But He knew I could and that’s why He kept playing with me His way. Because He knew me very well.

　

When those wanted fingers finally dove into my gaping pussy it felt like heaven, but not for long. Spreading lips wide apart so he could get a good grip of that tiny pleasure button hidden between them, continuing to tease me the way He wanted to. I tried to get up but He was holding me tight with His muscular arms. I felt like a bird in a cage, like a bird that if only He wanted to, can be squeezed until it becomes breathless and dies. As crazy as it sounds, it felt awesome. As my muscles tightened and body was getting ready for the climax’s storm, he stopped and gave me that vicious smile. I looked at the chair I had just gotten up from and blushed seeing the wet trace from my pussy on the black leather of the seat. I was anxious, very anxious, blood boiling in my veins.

　

I decided to go to bed to give myself a little bit of pleasure with my fingers and fall asleep. It turned out that He had different plans for me.

Cold sheets hugged my body giving it a nice relief. I couldn’t enjoy it for long because in the darkness of the bedroom His teeth were making their way on my delicate skin. I tried to cover my body, to protect it but He had pushed my hands aside in such a way, so I knew instantly that any type of defence is just pointless. Soon, together with teeth were His hands working on my body. As I felt sharp edges of teeth closing on my already very sensitive nipple, at the same moment He dove his fingers deep up my cunt. I did not know any more if I wanted to run away from the stinging pain He was giving me, or if I wanted to stay and let Him melt me completely. I simply coudn’t decide, because both feelings were overwhelming, because I knew I needed them both. Because he wanted me to feel this way, to feel like his toy and his princess at the same time. And I was there, at last. Nothing else mattered, the world around me stopped and reality disappeared. He set me free, I was like a wild animal, no thoughts left, just plain instinct. All of my senses sharpened, I was entirely His, every piece of my body and soul. Then, at last He thrusted His rock hard dick deep inside my wet pussy with one strong move.

I smelled this characteristic smell of sex, pussy juice, sweat and something else I coudn’t name. The room was filled with the sound of hard cock slamming into wet cunt. It was the sound of pure, primitive animal desire. A sound of power, domination and a total submission. Something that doesn’t need assurance in handcuffs, whips and chains because it’s in our minds always.

Because.