Sweet Submissive Slut: Make Me Beg! ♕

Our First Date And Not Our Last

I started to date this tall, dark, and devilishly handsome man. Jack’s power is thrilling to me. Our first date and I became his sweet submissive slut. Nice fancy restaurant on the top floor overlooking the water. My man in black. Me… it’s a first date. Nervous. I wore an off-the-shoulder white V-neck, the form-fitting dress above the knees. Nude nylons paired with my bold and daring 4-inch silver pumps. This is the most I have dressed up.

Sitting next to me, his heat envelops me. His large calloused hand rubs gently along the back of my neck. Sending shivers down me. Leaning into him, I begin to relax. The waiter comes. He orders for the two of us. Shifting so that his armrests behind me, his fingers softly move up and down my arm. I was not sure when, but I realized my fingers were slowly moving up and down his leg. When his hand stopped, mine did. Jack’s breath is warm as he leans close to asking his question…

Startled, I slowly shook my head. No. My lips had gone dry. A small pink tongue slipped over my lips to moisten them as I looked deep into his brown eyes. Sweet heavens, the smile that grew on his face caused my nipples to become hard as pebbles; heat flooded my pussy, getting me wet. When I went to shift his arm around, my shoulder tightened. Head slowly shaking no.

Ever Been with a Dom?

Our food arrives, and I am sorry. I want to know more. Is it like the books, or is there gentle BDSM? So very many questions as I start on my lobster salad. Unable to help myself, I squirm in the booth as I ask Jack some of my questions. It is like books, but it depends on the level. Safe words. What are some of the toys? Tickles, racks, crops, paddles, swing. Every answer gets me wetter.

Still nervous, it being my first time. Very interested in seeing what a room looks like. I am not disappointed as I walk in. A King Size Canopy bed is in the middle of the room—a swing at the foot of the bed. The walls are covered in different toys, leather straps, furry handcuffs, Velcro straps, a leash or two, crops, ticklers, dildos, and much more. Walking around the room, wondering how some of them are used. Looking to Jack. Leaning up against the wall, watching me walk through the room. Eyes roaming over me. I know he is letting me look and letting me take my time. Very nervous. What if I don’t like it?

Jack seems to read my mind as he comes to me. He was kissing me, lifting me into his arms, and carrying me to bed. As he lowers the zipper of my dress, I reach to pull his shirt out of his pants. His hands capture mine pulling them above my head. Shaking his head. I do nothing without his permission, and I am to call him “Sir.”

Your Sweet, Submissive Slut

Nodding, “Yes, sir.” Hoping he will take it easy with me. Removing my clothes, he leaves me on the bed. Going to the row of assorted items, I lean on my elbows to watch him. Fully clothed, I see his cock straining in his pants. I look up when he clears his throat. A long deep red feather in his hand. Watching as he moves the feather from my face down my throat. Circling first one nipple, then the next. Brushing it over the nipple. Over my stomach, onto my pussy. Lifting my hips, Jack shakes his head.

I can’t help it; I’m a sweet submissive slut. I beg him. Please, Sir, fuck me. I need you, Sir. Smiling, he unzips his pants, spreading my legs wide; his massive cock springs loose as he plunges into me. Pulling me into his lap. He lifts off his cock. Smiling, he holds me until I say please, Sir. He was plunging deep inside of me. I beg for him to keep going and grip his black silk shirt. Coating his cock as cum again and again. Begging and pleading with him to keep taking me. Make me cum harder. Cum inside of me.

I was collapsing on him, thanking him. Him holding me gently, telling me I did well for the first time. Next time it will be with some suede padding bondage.