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As the faint echoes of Sir’s stern voice die out, girl’s gaze on the empty wall intensified. she could still feel the numbness on her arms and neck from when, seconds ago, Sir’s hands had grasped her forcefully and placed her on the floor facing the wall.
she knew Sir was busy getting ready for work and she knew that a “good girl” wouldn’t interrupt Sir, much less steal his shaving foam, but the thought of not seeing him all day made her panic and act in silly ways.
Sitting there in her assigned position she kept going over what had happened in her head. One second she was minding her own business, then Sir comes in the door and as a joke she said “Oh, it’s just you?”. Then everything went blurry. She remembers struggling and being slapped in the face. She doesn’t remember how she got into this straitjacket, in fact she didn’t even know Sir had something like this. Now she is sitting there in the guest room and she can hear the TV in the other room. Wonder how long her punishment will last.
Feeling the warm embrace of her Master was of course her biggest desire, but the embrace of tight ropes around her ankles and wrists, a gag and her collar reminded her of who she was. Even though she had to sleep on the floor she found more serenity with her restraints than with anything else. Being within reach of, and at the disposal of, her Master was the only warmth and comfort she needed during the night.
girl knew exactly what Daddy loved. From her pink girly dress to the bow in her hair. When she proudly, and with a shy tone, lifted up her skirt, put one leg in front of the other and asked if Daddy liked her stockings, she knew exactly what Daddy thought. She also knew that her cute frilly panties would be coming off in a few seconds. girl had imagined Daddy taking her from behind while leaving her dress on. He would grab her pearl necklace for leverage strangling her in the process hopefully leaving red marks on her neck tomorrow.
Only two weeks ago in her previous job she had been head of a small team managing intellectual property cases for a large corporation. Her law degree and MBA weighed heavy on her shoulders and she had never aimed for anything but excellence. Over the last couple of years she had grown weary of her role as manager. Everything changed the day she met Him. Her strength and authority melted with every step He took in her direction. She had never seen him before but as He stopped right in front of her she felt an urge to lower her gaze and fall on her knees that almost left her breathless. One week later she was working 24/7 as His private assistant.
While she was lying there under His boot she couldn't help wonder how her English major prepared her for this life she is living. her natural place in life was beautifully illustrated with the metaphor she was experiencing this instant. The insignificance and oppression she felt having her head pinned tight between the floor and the sole of His boot was such a stark contrast to how she had seen herself in college. Back then she was empowered by feelings of strength, self realization and independence, and right now she was breathing a sigh of bliss from the feeling of having filth pressed against her face from both sides by a Man she could hardly look at out of shear respect and adoration. Her body went increasingly limp as all these thoughts were coursing through her brain, but the instance He uttered the word "girl!" in strong, calm and demanding tone her brain was empty of all consciousness.
He always made her turn around when putting on her collar. Today girl had put on stockings and she knew how her Owner loved stockings. Suddenly she felt his left hand around her throat. He slowly pulled her head back while she felt His lips on her neck kissing her. Kissing slowly became biting and she felt His forceful hands between her legs... caressing her. He whispered into her right ear "You belong to me, girl.". Per reflex she grabbed His legs as if to confirm that she was His. Extended version: https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/1epczy9/his_to_hold_mf_ds_short_story/
She knew she had done nothing wrong and she felt no shame. The feeling of His hand on the back of her neck pulling her towards Him was all that was needed. She was immediately overcome with an immense feeling of humility. To be at his feet, close to Him, hearing His breath and smelling His cologne, she had never felt more at home and more in her place. Carefully she raised her head to catch of glimpse of Him.
she could feel His breath. she could feel His warmth and hear the movement of His shirt. “Why wouldn’t He kiss her?” she thought. Sir had blindfolded her earlier that evening and tied her to His bed. she had been able to hear His movements around the house all evening but hadn’t been able to move an inch herself. As He slowly released her from her restraints girl only had one though. To embrace Sir with a kiss. As quickly and as precisely as she could while blindfolded she jumped towards Sir to meet His lips.
girl was so excited. she was besides herself. In 2 hours Sir would be home from His business trip and she wanted to surprise Him. Everything had to be PERFECT. The thought of Sir’s meticulous eyes surveying every inch of her body, made her quiver. she knew that no one had higher standards than Sir and that she was His was the greatest rush of her life. she would do anything for Him.
girl was ready, in her place, when Sir arrived back from his business trip. While she was trying to remember if all her chores, Sir had given her, were done, Sir unzipped His trousers. It had been a long trip and gril’s first job was to pleasure Sir with her mouth. she knew she’d better do her best and get Sir off quickly since dinner was on the table and she knew that Sir didn’t want it if it got cold.
While she was free to move about the house and read books to her hearts content, she was always forced to wear Sir's iron shackles. Although they were heavy, noisy and dug into her skin they were also a constant reminder of her subservience.
she had always been a strong girl. No one had ever had the guts to tell her off or correct her and if anyone had ever tried to "shush" her she would have spoken even louder. When Sir gets tired of listening to her He doesn't even bother with expressing it in words, He simply puts her hand over her mouth and pulls her towards him. naturally girl resists the forceful silencing but deep down it makes her feel close to Sir knowing that it is only him who could ever do that to her.
girl had many collars, but this one was her favourite. she could hardly contain herself when she felt the thin leather band strap tightly around her neck and she knew exactly what lingerie she should wear to make Sir fuck her immediately after coming home from work. The thought of leaving beautiful pink lipstick marks at the base of Sir's cock made girl even wetter.... when is Sir home?
Every morning girl would wait outside of Sir's bedroom like this. Today was Saturday and Sir normally liked to sleep in on Saturdays. The problem was that she didn't know when he would get up, but she had to be ready for him no matter when he got up. she had already been waiting for 2 hours now but she thinks she just heard something from the bedroom. Oh how she wishes she could sleep on the floor next to his bed.
After a year in her fur-lined leather training collar she finally graduated to her dream collar. A heavy steal collar with matching shackles. As Sir put it on her she felt the cold metal sink into her soft skin around her neck. she knew that she would have marks showing for a long time after wearing this, but she didn't care. she had never felt so submissive and never felt so much like Sir's slave.
"GIRL! Haven't I told you a million times: 'NO BEGGING AT THE TABLE'?"
girl looked down in shame.
"Aww... you are just thirsty aren't you?" "Here, have some of Sir's wine."