I had a sub beg me to come over earlier and stay later. I usually cap my sessions to 2.5 hours but we were at it for 5.5 hours. This is what we did.
CW: submission,, bdsm, watersports, TPE, findom, face fucking, impact play, spit, rimming, degradation, pup play, subspace
*Everything was consensual, discussed beforehand, and this is a long standing sub relationship built on trust and obedience.*
My sub messaged me relentlessly begging me to come over. It was especially ballsy of him because he canceled last minute this weekend. To make up for his actions, he bought me toys to punish him with. I show up to his house with my two bags in hand, black jeans, black Calvin boxer briefs he gifted me, and my black leather boots he bought home the first time I made him cum hands free. In the most recent gifts, there was a chain. I hung his chastity lock keys on it and let myself in. He likes being owned and he likes seeing me wear the things he bought me as tribute.
Right away, he noticed something different about my appearance. Leather gloves. He wanted to buy me leather gloves and even said he was going to buy them when he got paid again, but here I was wearing some. You see, after he canceled, I met a new sub of mine. He honored me by having a new set of gloves and two bottles of fresh poppers waiting for me. I told my sub this and he winced. He has heard about this new sub.
Uncharacteristically of me, I met a new sub of mine twice in one week. I recorded it and posted it online and my jealous pay pig saw. He’s a pathetic sub in a cage so he spent the days I ignored him trying to pleasure himself with his dildos begging for me to give him attention instead. I ignored him obviously. When my new sub bought me things on my Amazon wishlist list, I filmed it knowing it would drive him crazy. It did.
This sub craves to be objectified and demeaned. When I met him in his living room, I made him strip into his underwear and I used him as a foot stool. I didn’t acknowledge him other than saying “strip” and “get where you belong.” Of course he thanked me and dutifully assumed his position on the floor in front of me.
To begin, I smoked a cigarette in his living room and make him cup his hands as an ash tray. After I was done, I told him I was thirsty. I made him crawl back and forth into the kitchen to get me water, then ice, then I threw the water in his face and made him refill it. Then I read his needy messages to me out loud while he remained my foot stool.
He wanted to know about my new subs and how much better and more deserving they were than him. He begged me to give him attention like I have done with my new sub. That’s when he told me he tried to masturbate five different occasions to the videos I posted of the new sub. His jealousy and pathetic perversion reminded me why I had free time to begin with. He canceled on me. I took my feet off of him and leaned in close and told him to open my black bag at the door way. He crawled over and waited. The punishment tools are in my black bag and the new tools he bought me were on top.
“Present them to me.” He picked up my bags WITH HIS HANDS. “No. One at a time. Bring them over to me in your mouth. On your knees.” He dipped his head in and picked up the tools one at a time, pathetically crawled over and dropped them at my boots. My whip. My crop. My leather paddle. My noise canceling headphones. My nipple clamps. My Wartenberg wheels. My duct tape. My bag of clothes pins. My ball gag. My open mouth gag. And my new wooden paddle. If he dropped something or took too long, I spit in his face or slapped him when he finally came over. A slap for each time he dropped something. I don’t know if the pathetic pig dropped things on purpose or if he is that useless he can’t fetch properly, but his cheeks were pink with pain and his face slick with spit when he completed his task.
Once the bag was empty and he was at my feet, I stood up and grabbed my other bag. I wanted to remind him he brought each one over with his mouth because it was a command from his master, not because I am incapable of doing it myself.
Because he has a pathetic lizard brain, I could see the excitement in his eyes when I unzipped my bag or restraints and pulled out his collar and leash. I leaned close, almost nose to nose, and spit a glob of saliva onto my black boots between his knees. “Clean them.”
This sub is a foot slave. Among other depraved things. His rightful place is under my soles. I made sure to scuff up my boots and have them dirty for him to clean. The pathetic creature moaned when he tasted them.
When I had enough of the sight, I yanked his leash so he would remove himself from my feet. I walked him like a dog around his first floor. Occasionally I would command him to sit. Roll over. Give me his paw. Other times I spit on his floor and had him lick it up.
After a few laps, I got bored. I brought him back to the couch and made him untie my boots and remove them. The filthy foot pig was leaking through his underwear with anticipation.
I allowed him to worship the smell of my dirty socks. Breath in my sweat and the dirt I accumulated by walking outside in them earlier that day. I asked him how they smelled. “Perfect.”
“Oh?” I asked, socks pressing into his lustful fucking face. “That might be because they’re the same unwashed socks I was wearing with my new more serving sub.” I grinned maliciously as the words registered in his melted perv brain. I took my feet off his face and walked him into the kitchen.
I tied his leash to his kitchen table away from me in the dark kitchen. Because we have been here before, he knew what was coming. I filled up a water myself and guzzled the whole glass allowing water to drip down my front. He licked his lips like the fucking dog he is. I took out a metal dog bowl from his cabinet knowing full well he has no pets and this is his bowl for when I come by. I put the bowl in the far corner, put my back to him, and pissed in the bowl. I didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing my dick just yet, but he did get low on the ground and watch the heavy stream between my legs. I buttoned my jeans and walked over to his coffee pot. Filled myself a cup of coffee and released him from his tie up. He hungrily lapped up my warm piss while I drank my coffee and kept my boot on the back of his head. When he was done, he thanked me for his refreshing drink and followed me into his living room.
He knew his place and sat obediently at my feet. I spat in his face and it slowly dropped down his forehead to his lips. He thanked me. It was absolutely pathetic and I rolled my eyes. “Take off my socks.” I allowed him the pleasure to lick my sweaty feet from heel to toes. Sucked each of my toes clean like the depraved slob he is. His briefs were soaked with precum.
He was too happy to be worshipping my feet. Whenever I deemed necessary to put him back in his place, I would stop him. I made him be my ashtray again. I made him hold my hot coffee in his hands until it burned. I made him fetch me more water. I crushed his tiny balls with my feet. And I would spit on my feet to make sure he got them extra clean. He worships me and any attention I give him.
When I decided he was done, I wanted to rinse his saliva off my feet and legs. I told him to set up a bath. When I found out how much he loves to serve and worship my body, he told me about his fantasy to bathe me. He has a deep and wide bathtub. He sent me photos earlier that day of him scrubbing it with him in an apron on his knees. I stayed downstairs and texted other subs while he prepared my bath. Once I heard a stillness from upstairs, I knew it was ready and he would be on his knees waiting.
I walked up the stairs and met him in the bathroom. He likes my musk and I deliver as a dom so he doesn’t use soap in this bath. Just some epsom salt and bubbles. I told him to undress me. He dutifully took off my shirt one button at a time and then folded it. Then my undershirt. Next, he asked permission and I granted him to take my belt off and unbutton my jeans. Slowly he pulled down my jeans. I stepped out of them and he folded them and put them with my clothes. Finally, I removed my underwear. He could look at my cock, but that’s it. No touching. I stepped into the tub which was at the perfect temperature and lowered myself down.
My sub likes to wash my back and arms—very careful not to get my pits, the filthy pervert. He poured water on my head and massaged my neck. He cleaned my feet with a wash cloth, slowly and thoroughly. After I relaxed and was attended to properly by him, he stayed on his knees and watched me. I slowly teased him by grazing my fingers over my body. Playing with my hardening cock. I saw the look of lust and neediness in his eyes and knew what he wanted without asking. I sighed, “yes you can smell my underwear, you freak.” I went back to ignoring him while he breathed in my musk from the gym earlier that day.
I was done with my bath and stood up. Water glistening down my hairy wet body. My cock fully erect. I stepped out of the bath, making sure I drilled water everywhere. If he was a good sub, I would have let him taste my bath water. He is being punished so I made him watch it all go down the drain and I heard a whimper escape his throat as the final bits of water gurgled in the drain. “Dry me off.” He took a hand towel he bought special for this and slowly and dutifully dried my body while praising me.
I left the bathroom and waited until he dried the floor with another towel. I’m sure the freak will ring it out later to try and taste me.
I made him strip his bed and put fresh sheets on from the dryer. He knows I’m not laying my naked body on the sheets he has dirtied with his body that week. When new sheets were on, I laid my damp body on the bed and let him look at me. His eyes were hungry snd I knew what he wanted. I rolled my eyes and sighed, “you’re pathetic” before putting my hands behind my head so he could worship my pits. “Come. You missed a spot in the bath.” My sub buried his face in my pits and licked up my masculine musk like a greedy pig.
When he was done cleaning both of my pits, my alarm went off on my phone. Three hours. Three hours had passed with this sub. He knows my time is valuable and he wanted to make sure I stayed and left fully satisfied. He begged me earlier to stay and told me he would pay me $20 for every ten minutes over our time. He went to his drawer and took out his stack of twenties. He fanned them out so I could see before putting it within reach on the bedside table. Each time ten minutes would pass, I would move a twenty from his pile to mine.
Because he is a weak, perverted sub, he is turned on by forced exercise. I told him to bring up my tools one at a time. He went up and down sixteen times. The poor bastard was panting when he was done. While he did his duty, I rolled on his fresh sheets making sure my musk would linger on his bed that he will sleep on. After the sixteenth consecutive stair climb, I told him to fetch me a fresh ice water. He went for a seventeenth time and was red in the face, sweating because he’s out of shape and weak. He returned as I was moving the second twenty from his pile to mine. I got out of bed and stood in front of him so he could hand me my water. “Are you thirsty?” I asked with feigned sympathy. He nodded. “Open.” He open his mouth as I took a big sip of water. I gargled it and spit it into his mouth. “Thank you, Sir.” We did that until the water was empty and his heart rate relaxed.
When he relaxed, I drew his attention to the tools he brought home. “I haven’t thanked you yet for the new paddle,” I said sweetly. “It was my privilege, sir.” My gaze darkened and I turned to him, “it will be your privilege to earn my forgiveness. Forearms on the bed. Legs apart.”
First I started with my leather paddle. I like the shuddering sound it makes when it comes into contact with skin. Then my whip. The straps leave intoxicating to look at lashes on his bare ass. Then, the riding crop—a favorite of mine. The sharp thwack with each lashing, the searing pain, the thin welt it leaves behind. He let out a cry with the first lash of my crop and I checked in on him. “Green, yellow, or red?”
“Green, Sir. I deserve this.” Thwack “thank you, Sir.” Again. Thwack. “Thank you, Sir.” I continued until I saw raised skin all over his ass and he was red raw. The only break he got was when I walked over and moved another $20 from his pile to mine. Another thirty minutes had passed and my pile was at $100 already.
“Good boy,” I said when he licked his lips and nodded his head with approval.
Finally it was time for the paddle. A sixteen inch bamboo paddle with eight holes drilled in for speed. I inspected it in the light of the bedside table. “You know you cannot buy back my forgiveness. You’ll have to earn it.” “Yes, Sir” the slave pig agreed. The paddle was a part of the tributes he sent me for canceling. If my subs require punishment with tools I do not have, I make them buy them. Having them pick out and purchase their own tools for punishment makes my cock throb with that level of submission. He shifted his weight and braces himself for impact.
Before my first swing, he had the audacity to ask, “would it be possible to sit on my back while spanking me like you did with your new sub, Sir?” The audacity to ask for preferential treatment during a punishment.
“No, he is a more deserving sub.” I said coldly. “Now get back in position.
The sound of a wooden paddle striking a bare ass is invigorating. It’s sharp and heavy sounding. Violent and primitive. My subs elbows buckled after the first blow and he fell flat on his face. “Have you earned my forgiveness yet?”
“No, Sir,” he got himself back into position.
Again. Smack. He let out a whimper.
Again. Smack. His eyes were filling with tears.
Again. Smack. His lip quivered.
Again. Smack. He cried out in pain. I paused as he ground his elbows into the bed and braced himself for more.
Ten times I spanked him with the paddle. His ass was raw and bruised. I could see little circles forming where the holes were. He started crying tears after the seventh swing. He finally collapsed onto the bed and said “yellow” after the tenth. I immediately dropped the paddle. And attended to him. His legs were shaking in the euphoric mix of pain and pleasure as he was getting closer to the sub space I often push him to. I asked if he needed a break. He said no. I asked if he wanted to do something different and he asked if he earned it. I reminded him he said yellow, it doesn’t matter if I say he earned it. He thanked me and for a brief second I allowed us to be on equal terms. He said he was really enjoying it, but he didn’t know if he will be able to sit in his desk chair tomorrow if we continued. Then the sly son of a bitch smiled and asked “could we do sensory deprivation?” I looked at the time and moved another twenty to my pile.
He nodded eagerly, “yes, Sir.”
Before the welts on his ass settled and stung too much, I lubed up my favorite remote controlled anal plug and he prepared his hole. He inserted it in and I checked to make sure the remote worked. He instantly reacted with a squeal. It’s on. I turned it off until we were ready.
I put started with a blindfold. Then, I fastened my leather ankle and wrist restraints. Next, I used my belt and his to bind his thighs and knees together. After that, I took my sweaty sock and balled it up and put it in his mouth. Before putting in noise canceling headphones, I reminded him our system for red yellow green when he’s gagged and can’t hear. He showed me he knew and I put the headphones on with white noise.
Total darkness. Total stillness. Total quiet. Total vulnerability.
First I grazed my fingers along his body in changing intervals. I checked in on him and he gave me green. I grazed his leg with my left hand and mercilessly twisted his nipple in my right. His muffled cries were intoxicating. I checked again. Green. I took him apart for 30 minutes. Sometimes I’d get close and spit on his face. Sometimes I crushed his balls and caged cock with my feet. I tickled his feet. Pulled his hair. Licked his face. Sat on him. Each time I inflicted pain, I turned on his vibrator to train him to associate pain with pleasure.
At one point, I left him by himself. Refilled my water and let him wonder if this was the time I was going to just abandon him and leave him there for his boyfriend to find later. I sat and laughed as I watched him go from rigid obedience to wriggling and slightly worried. Just before he started to really panic, I told him I was still there with a swift open palm smack on his chest. I took the socks out of his mouth and he thanked me for treating him like a worthless object. He begged to taste my ass. I straddled his body, my feet framing his face, and reached over to out another twenty in my pile before smothering him with my ass.
I ground my sweaty ass into his face and nose, cutting off his breathing and then released him to gasp for air. I repeated that until I could feel his tongue deeper in my hole. After I felt satisfied, I gave him a pay on his chest and got off of him. I removed his headphones and he whimpered. I asked if he was still okay and enjoying himself. He said yes. I told him what time it was. He begged for more. “Clothespins?” I asked. He wriggled his body in excitement and shouted “yes, Sir!” I told him after that, I’m going to face fuck him sensless and cum down his throat. He agreed enthusiastically and I took out my cloths pins.
He is my only sub that likes clothes pins so he has a personal metal bucket and clothes pins I use. I left his headphones off and took his blindfold off, but secured my socks back in his throat with duct tape. I wanted him to watch and hear me snapping the clothespins onto his skin. I wanted to hear his whimpering and moaning, but I wanted him to hear it too.
I felt his legs begin to tremble again. When I clamped his nipples, I felt a spasm of shiver in his arms. 38 clothespins on his body and his eyes were rolling. He was squirming band whimpering. His cock leaked precum like a faucet through his tiny cage. Two more clothespins both secured at the same time to his testicles sent him fully I’ve the edge into a sub space.
Shivers ran through his body. I ripped the tape off his face and took my socks out. For him, it is similar to a full body orgasm from a good prostate milking and edging. He tenses up and babbles and then releases into a boneless euphoric daze. As the shivers run through him, he tenses and relaxes over and over again. He doesn’t cum though, but leaks so much for me. He becomes animalistic as he goes through it—sluttier and more cock hungry then ever. I could tell by his drooling he was ready.
I brought over my cup of ice from earlier and my metal bucket. With ice cubes in my mouth, I released each clothespin one at a time. I would throw it in the bucket with a clang and then softly kiss his pinched skin with cold lips and tongue. His moans of ecstasy had my own cock leaking of lust. After the last clothespin was removed, I undid the belts binding his legs. I unhooked his wrist restraints and told him to move to the headboard.
He had a wolfish grin on his face and his lips were wet with his own spit. He was pliant and easy to get in his final position. I connected his wrist restraints to his headboard with his arms fully extended out. His pupils were blown and he looked possessed with his need for my cock. I rubbed my thumb on my slick head now dripping with precum onto his chest and brought it to his bottom lip. He sucked on it hungrily and I made him look me in the eyes and asked, “Are you ready for me?” He nodded obediently and slowly, not breaking eye contact as I buried my cock down his throat to the base. The moan he let out when I bottomed out in his throat was sinful. I turned his anal plug back on vibrate and began to face fuck him.
I like to face fuck slow. I like looking into my subs eyes and see him hungry for my cock. Wanting my load down his throat. At first, I pumped into his face mercilessly slow. He moaned again and attempted to each for me with his bound hands. He likes when I face fuck him rough, but this isn’t for him. It’s mine. His tongue was slack and I could feel another shiver running it’s course through his body from his toes to his lips around my cock. With each pump, I went a little quicker. Each time a greedy whine was gargled on my cock, I upped the intensity of the vibration. His eyes were rolling and his and his fists were clenched tightly his knuckles were turning white. At the sight of him so close to the edge, I spilled down his throat and cut off the vibration. Snapping out of his own close orgasm, he choked on my cum that painted the back of his throat. I shuddered and pushed my head on the wall above his headboard as he took every drop.
I undid his wrists first. Then his ankles. He immediately melted into the bed as if to finally let go of any tension in his body. I held him up and flipped the pillow over because it was drenched in sweat. I brought him back down into a more comfortable laying position and asked how he was. He chuckled and gave a tired thumbs up. I asked him to sit up for me and held a cup of fresh ice water to his lips to drink. After he had enough, he laid back down and I held him. A few tears fell from his eyes, but he laughed one of the most relaxed laughs I have ever heard. I gently stroked his hair and chest as I felt his heartbeat calm against my body. “Good boy” I whispered softly in his ear.
He was finally coming to his senses enough to talk as I washed my spit, cum, and sweat off of his face with a warm washcloth. “Hey,” he said smiling a goofy grin. I continued cleaning him up as he regulated his breathing and took another sip of water. I watched him proudly move more twenties into my pile for my time.
“Is this new sub really more deserving than me?” There was a playful lilt in his voice now. One that dripped with playful flirting. He grabbed his phone and pulled up my twitter. “This drive me crazy when you posted it.” He said about my new sub gooning while buying me toys to punish him with. “Absolutely feral when I saw that.” He watched the video again before going to my Amazon which I noticed was bookmarked on his phone. He did the mental math and added twice as much as my new sub from my personal wishlist. “Tell me I’m yours.”
Simply because I’m a little sadistic, here is a picture of me and “the new sub”
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