SheepishJaina
04-12-2007, 08:57 AM
Resolution
By Shannon Cole (SheepishJaina)
Dinner was quiet. It was par for the course really. Every couple goes through dry spells, even ones in a D/s relationship. Our relationship had eased into coexistence. Some days we’d play, but even those moments were becoming less and less frequent.
My nails tapped against the table in time with the rain splashing against the window panes. I hoped he’d notice and ask what was wrong. He didn’t. I’d tried many times before to tell him what was wrong, but to no avail. My words always seemed to fall on deaf ears. Sure, he liked dominating me in the bedroom when it suited him, but it wasn’t enough for me and he knew it. As the tears started rolling down my cheeks, I decided I’d had enough.
I was shaking as I reached up and unfastened the collar from around my neck. To him, the collar had always been a pretty piece of jewelry. My head turned slightly as I looked over at him; he was still engrossed in the book he was reading as he ate. I cleared my throat, but he did not look up. Anger swelled deep within my chest, and I flung the collar at him.
He finally glanced up when the collar bounced harmlessly off his shoulder. The look of concern on his face almost broke my resolution, but I knew if I did not make my move at that moment, then I never would. My voice did not sound like my own, “I’m leaving. I’m tired of waiting, tired of the games. Enough is enough.”
The storm raged outside as he coolly stared at me. When he put his book down and stood up, I turned on my heel and started to stomp out of the room. He was faster than I was, and before I even reached the doorway, his hand gripped my shoulder.
I whirled around, spitting in his face as I spoke, my words dripping with venom, “You may only want to control me in the bedroom, fine. But I can’t and won’t sit here and accept it any longer. This isn’t what I want. What happened? Our relationship started out great; you exercised your dominance in and out of the bedroom. Now, you only act like a “Dom” when you want a fucking blowjob! Sorry, but this isn’t for me. I need to have more dominance in my life. What’s worse, I know there’s more to you than that! I don’t know what your fucking problem is, but for your sake I hope you figure it out soon.”
I tried to pull away from him, but he grabbed my wrists tightly and pulled me over towards the table. Even though anger was written across his face, my heart knew that he wouldn’t hurt me. He was also acting dominant, and part of me wanted to see where we would end up. As my butt hit roughly against the table, he released my wrists and gripped my hips, pushing on them so that I was seated on the table. He grabbed my knees and forced my legs apart.
He spoke strictly, “Hands behind your back, chin up. Hold this position. Do not move a muscle.”
My muscles twitched as I watched him leave the room. Now was my chance, I could get up, and leave the room with ease. My submissiveness struggled against my determination to leave; I needed to obey him, but I wanted to leave.
Minutes ticked by. My muscles were cramping, my cheek itched, and still I held the position. The ceiling above me creaked as he moved about. More time passed and I finally decided that even if he was interested in playing at that moment, it wouldn’t change the big picture.
I moved my hands first, shaking them to get the blood circulating properly again. I was starting to slide off the table when I noticed him standing in the doorway, frowning at me disapprovingly. He shook his head and strode over, dropping a duffle bag onto the floor. He ignored my protests and pushed me back onto the table.
I tried to push him away, but his hand shot out and slapped my right breast, then the left. The thin shirt and bra I wore provided little protection as he slapped my breasts. When my hands limply dropped to my side, he gripped my breasts roughly, twisting them till I grimaced in pain.
A small whimper escaped as he stepped forward, his body forcing my legs apart. When he grabbed my wrists roughly, my arms were twisted so the wrists were pinned against the small of my back. His long fingers encircled my right wrist, pressing it firmly against the left as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a short length of rope. My heart pounded in my throat as he bound my wrists together.
When he stepped back, I tugged at my bonds, testing to see if I could wiggle my wrists apart. He smugly smiled as I squirmed and reached down, picking up the bag from the floor. The bag was placed on the table behind me, out of my view. I could feel my arousal start to seep from my slit as he placed a blindfold over my eyes.
I moaned when I felt rope being tied around my left ankle, securing it roughly to the table leg. As I tried pulling my leg free, he fastened my right ankle to the other table leg in the same fashion. My thighs quivered as I felt something cold press against my skin. It felt like metal and I flinched involuntarily as he cut away my skirt and panties.
I shivered despite myself as he cut off my shirt and bra, leaving me completely naked. The cool air felt like ice against my hot, exposed slit. Drops of arousal slithered down, tickling my asshole before pooling on the table. My nipples hardened further; two nubs, aching to be touched and used.
The pace of my breathing increased when he thrust two of his fingers deep into my cunt. My moans grew louder as he worked his fingers in and out of my slit, letting his thumb graze occasionally against my clit. I tried to hide a smile as I got closer to the edge, but he noticed. My head yanked back as he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled viciously, “Is this what you want? Do you want to be treated like a whore, like a filthy cum-slut?”
My heart beat faster as my chest heaved. His fingers moved rapidly inside my cunt as I struggled to reply, “Ye-yes Master.”
His fingers stopped moving, but my muscles kept gripping, quivering around them. He slowly withdrew his fingers and tsked at me, “Your filthy cunt juice has soiled my fingers.”
My mouth was pried open and he shoved his fingers in, “Suck. Don’t stop till I remove my fingers.”
I bobbed my head up and down as my tongue slid between his fingers, cleaning them off as I sucked. Master moaned appreciatively and continued speaking, “I have been too lenient lately, if my slut cannot obey a simple order like “don’t move” anymore. That is going to change. You forget too easily that you are mine. If I chose to use you, or not, whenever, wherever, it is my decision.”
Tears began to soak the blindfold as I moaned and nodded. He pinched my nose shut and continued speaking as I squirmed, trying to remember to keep sucking, “You are an ungrateful slut. If you want more, you shall have it.”
My eyes widened beneath the blindfold as he bit my ear lobe and hissed, “When you are screaming in pain… When you are crying in shame… When you are begging for mercy… When you are panting for release… Remember slut, this is what you asked for.”
By Shannon Cole (SheepishJaina)
Dinner was quiet. It was par for the course really. Every couple goes through dry spells, even ones in a D/s relationship. Our relationship had eased into coexistence. Some days we’d play, but even those moments were becoming less and less frequent.
My nails tapped against the table in time with the rain splashing against the window panes. I hoped he’d notice and ask what was wrong. He didn’t. I’d tried many times before to tell him what was wrong, but to no avail. My words always seemed to fall on deaf ears. Sure, he liked dominating me in the bedroom when it suited him, but it wasn’t enough for me and he knew it. As the tears started rolling down my cheeks, I decided I’d had enough.
I was shaking as I reached up and unfastened the collar from around my neck. To him, the collar had always been a pretty piece of jewelry. My head turned slightly as I looked over at him; he was still engrossed in the book he was reading as he ate. I cleared my throat, but he did not look up. Anger swelled deep within my chest, and I flung the collar at him.
He finally glanced up when the collar bounced harmlessly off his shoulder. The look of concern on his face almost broke my resolution, but I knew if I did not make my move at that moment, then I never would. My voice did not sound like my own, “I’m leaving. I’m tired of waiting, tired of the games. Enough is enough.”
The storm raged outside as he coolly stared at me. When he put his book down and stood up, I turned on my heel and started to stomp out of the room. He was faster than I was, and before I even reached the doorway, his hand gripped my shoulder.
I whirled around, spitting in his face as I spoke, my words dripping with venom, “You may only want to control me in the bedroom, fine. But I can’t and won’t sit here and accept it any longer. This isn’t what I want. What happened? Our relationship started out great; you exercised your dominance in and out of the bedroom. Now, you only act like a “Dom” when you want a fucking blowjob! Sorry, but this isn’t for me. I need to have more dominance in my life. What’s worse, I know there’s more to you than that! I don’t know what your fucking problem is, but for your sake I hope you figure it out soon.”
I tried to pull away from him, but he grabbed my wrists tightly and pulled me over towards the table. Even though anger was written across his face, my heart knew that he wouldn’t hurt me. He was also acting dominant, and part of me wanted to see where we would end up. As my butt hit roughly against the table, he released my wrists and gripped my hips, pushing on them so that I was seated on the table. He grabbed my knees and forced my legs apart.
He spoke strictly, “Hands behind your back, chin up. Hold this position. Do not move a muscle.”
My muscles twitched as I watched him leave the room. Now was my chance, I could get up, and leave the room with ease. My submissiveness struggled against my determination to leave; I needed to obey him, but I wanted to leave.
Minutes ticked by. My muscles were cramping, my cheek itched, and still I held the position. The ceiling above me creaked as he moved about. More time passed and I finally decided that even if he was interested in playing at that moment, it wouldn’t change the big picture.
I moved my hands first, shaking them to get the blood circulating properly again. I was starting to slide off the table when I noticed him standing in the doorway, frowning at me disapprovingly. He shook his head and strode over, dropping a duffle bag onto the floor. He ignored my protests and pushed me back onto the table.
I tried to push him away, but his hand shot out and slapped my right breast, then the left. The thin shirt and bra I wore provided little protection as he slapped my breasts. When my hands limply dropped to my side, he gripped my breasts roughly, twisting them till I grimaced in pain.
A small whimper escaped as he stepped forward, his body forcing my legs apart. When he grabbed my wrists roughly, my arms were twisted so the wrists were pinned against the small of my back. His long fingers encircled my right wrist, pressing it firmly against the left as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a short length of rope. My heart pounded in my throat as he bound my wrists together.
When he stepped back, I tugged at my bonds, testing to see if I could wiggle my wrists apart. He smugly smiled as I squirmed and reached down, picking up the bag from the floor. The bag was placed on the table behind me, out of my view. I could feel my arousal start to seep from my slit as he placed a blindfold over my eyes.
I moaned when I felt rope being tied around my left ankle, securing it roughly to the table leg. As I tried pulling my leg free, he fastened my right ankle to the other table leg in the same fashion. My thighs quivered as I felt something cold press against my skin. It felt like metal and I flinched involuntarily as he cut away my skirt and panties.
I shivered despite myself as he cut off my shirt and bra, leaving me completely naked. The cool air felt like ice against my hot, exposed slit. Drops of arousal slithered down, tickling my asshole before pooling on the table. My nipples hardened further; two nubs, aching to be touched and used.
The pace of my breathing increased when he thrust two of his fingers deep into my cunt. My moans grew louder as he worked his fingers in and out of my slit, letting his thumb graze occasionally against my clit. I tried to hide a smile as I got closer to the edge, but he noticed. My head yanked back as he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled viciously, “Is this what you want? Do you want to be treated like a whore, like a filthy cum-slut?”
My heart beat faster as my chest heaved. His fingers moved rapidly inside my cunt as I struggled to reply, “Ye-yes Master.”
His fingers stopped moving, but my muscles kept gripping, quivering around them. He slowly withdrew his fingers and tsked at me, “Your filthy cunt juice has soiled my fingers.”
My mouth was pried open and he shoved his fingers in, “Suck. Don’t stop till I remove my fingers.”
I bobbed my head up and down as my tongue slid between his fingers, cleaning them off as I sucked. Master moaned appreciatively and continued speaking, “I have been too lenient lately, if my slut cannot obey a simple order like “don’t move” anymore. That is going to change. You forget too easily that you are mine. If I chose to use you, or not, whenever, wherever, it is my decision.”
Tears began to soak the blindfold as I moaned and nodded. He pinched my nose shut and continued speaking as I squirmed, trying to remember to keep sucking, “You are an ungrateful slut. If you want more, you shall have it.”
My eyes widened beneath the blindfold as he bit my ear lobe and hissed, “When you are screaming in pain… When you are crying in shame… When you are begging for mercy… When you are panting for release… Remember slut, this is what you asked for.”