Page 7 of How May I Please You
“You know you upset me earlier, and now you want to make it up to me by submitting,” I state.
She nods again. “More than anything.”
“So you’d really be upset if I denied you, wouldn't you?”
Journey’s eyes widen. “Yes, Sir,” she answers, and I can already hear the agony in her voice.
Perfect.
“Is that what you think I should do after you didn't respond to me today? Should I not respond to you now?”
The lustful look on Journey’s face starts to slowly melt like ice on the hot concrete.
“Sir, please forgive me,” she pleads.
I inhale deeply, my cock throbbing from the sound of her voice. “Fuck, I love it when you beg me. Do it again.”
She licks her lips. “Please. Please forgive me. I will do anything for you. Just name it, Sir, and it is yours. I am yours. Please let me make it up to you.”
“No,” I snip, falling deeper and deeper into my dominance. “Not until you prove your commitment to me. I’m going to take full control of you, Journey. You will do exactly as I say when I say it. You will prove that you can follow my instructions, and if you miss a single step, I’ll tie you up and leave you a soaking wet mess alone in the dark. I don't care if your pussy leaves a river on the floor. I won’t fuck you until you’ve proven yourself to me. Do you understand?”
She exhales without even taking a deep breath, her eagerness showing itself. “Yes, Sir. I’m yours to do as you please. Use me however you see fit. You have my consent, Sir. Always. Forever.”
“You’re fucking right you're mine, now stop talking and don’t move,” I growl before walking over to the bed on the far wall and picking up the leash and collar draped across the end of it.
When I return to Journey, who hasn’t budged, I place the collar around her neck as tightly as I can without cutting off her air supply before grabbing the end of the leash and giving it a tug. Journey’s body shifts a bit, but I can tell she’s breathing fine.
“Now, crawl for me, Little Devil. Follow your leader,” I command as I turn around and begin taking slow steps back to the bed.
Journey turns herself around without standing and follows me on all fours. She crawls silently like a good girl is supposed to before stopping at the foot of the bed and returning to a kneeling position to await my next instructions.
When she looks up at me, I take a moment to let it all sink in. I know how much it must take for anyone to trust another person with this much responsibility. Being a submissive is so much harder than being a Dom because allowing someone to take this level of control over your most sensitive parts has to be terrifying. Knowing that she trusts me to own her and give her everything she craves in this room is the thing that gives me the most pride. Her trust and consent is the greatest gift she could ever give me, and I will not squander it. I will be every bit as brutal as she needs me to be.
While she kneels, I squat down until we’re eye level, choking up on the leash until her face leans toward mine. “Are you ready to prove yourself to me, Little Devil?”
She nods, struggling to swallow with the leash tight around her neck. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. We’re going to test your limits today. What is your safe word?”
“Arrest.”
“Good girl. Now climb onto the bed and stay on all fours.”
I take a step back to allow Journey the room she needs to get on the bed, but I keep the leash tight in my grip. Once she’s in position, I walk to the back of the bed and tie it around one of the four bed posts, leaving barely enough slack for her to move at all. She can shift her body backwards, but if she moves forward—away from me—her restraint will keep her in place, choking her until she comes back to me.
The sight of Journey on all fours sends a tsunami of blood roaring to my cock. My erection makes itself known through my pants as I pull off my shirt and stand behind her, the man in me ready to fuck, the Dom in me ready to own her. Instead of grabbing my cock and pushing it inside, I drop to my knees and engulf Journey with my mouth. She squeals on the bed as my tongue glides across her ass before dropping down to her pussy and getting to work. She tastes so fucking good I never want to eat food again. I only want this taste on my tongue for the rest of my life, and I lick her pussy so that she knows it. I eat her disrespectfully, like she’s not the woman I love but a woman I’ve only felt hot, soul-consuming lust for. My tongue becomes a machine that can’t stop until she’s teetering on the edge of an orgasm, then I back away and smack her ass once for good measure.
“You are not allowed to come,” I tell her, squeezing her ass but keeping my hands away from her pussy so that she doesn’t fall over the edge by accident. Once the threat of orgasm has receded, I run my fingers between her wet pussy lips, coating them. “My god, you're such a slut for me aren’t you? We both know you are, but being soaking wet for me isn’t enough to prove your commitment. No, tonight we’re going a step further. I highly suggest you don’t let your brain go numb to the point that you forget your safe word. Tonight, you just might need it. Now, keep that ass up in the air for me.”
Journey scoots back to relieve tension on the leash before poking her ass up higher. I smack it hard and spit on her, my saliva landing perfectly between her cheeks.
“Good girl. Higher,” I demand, and my cock throbs with desire when I am obeyed. “That’s it, Little Devil. Stay just like that.”
As my spit begins to slowly slide down Journey’s ass, I step away just long enough to open a drawer in the center of the room and grab a small butt plug with a metal loop on the end, and a bottle of lube. I know that anal is one of Journey’s soft limits, and I intend to push her to it. As a soft limit, she has identified this as something she’s interested in but unsure of, and this is why we have safe words. If she doesn’t like it, she can use her safe word and I won’t hesitate to stop with no questions asked. Her soft limit will become her hard limit, and we will never go near it again. If she doesn’t say her word, tonight will be the first time she uses a plug for me.
I return to the bed and set the lube next to her. “Keep that ass up, Journey. I won’t repeat myself.”
Journey lifts her ass as much as she can just as I spit on her once again. As I grab the lube and begin slathering it on the plug, I make sure to tell Journey what I’m about to do. When trying something new, I don't want to catch her off guard.