Her Willing Submission - A Bride Blossoms With BDSM and Male Domination (3 page)

Eva did exactly what she was told to do and it was driving her wild. She could not believe the effect it had. Her pussy was throbbing. Andre noticed she was squirming and moving her hips.
 

“You want it don’t you?” She nodded while still sucking. “From now on you have to work hard to earn the privileged of getting fucked. Tonight you don’t get any. But I’ll let you masturbate to orgasm. Rub that slut cunt of yours but don’t you dare have an orgasm until I do. Understand?”

Eva nodded and said a wet, muffled “Yeff, Sirb” into his cock without missing a beat. Her free hand went to her pussy and started rubbing. She had never masturbated in front of Andre and it felt wanton to do it. She didn’t care. In fact, she loved it. The sight of it drove Andre over the brink and he shot his enormous load into her mouth, it spilled out and covered her chin and chest. Eva came with powerful shudder and cried out in a way she never had before. Andre looked at her gasping for air and with cum running down her body. Magnificent, he thought. He pointed and asked, “What is this, Eva?”

Eva began to say semen, then caught herself and offered, “It’s your hot cum on my big tits, Sir.” Andre’s broad smile emboldened her. “Thank you for putting your huge dick in my cock-sucking mouth, Sir. May I please lick your cum off my big tits now?”

Andre was floored. “My, my, Eva, it’s no wonder you did so well in school. You are a very quick study. Lick away, you little slut. Don’t waste a drop.” Eva did, and made a bit of a show of it as well. When she was done Andre said, “Now go get your tightest blue jeans and a good pair of scissors.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Eva longed to be cuddled after her orgasm and it felt strange to go from sucking Andre to mutual orgasms then moving on to more submissive duties. She felt the stress of it building in her but pressed it back and continued as ordered.
 

She returned with the pants and Andre went to work cutting off the legs. He created the smallest pair of shorts he could by leaving only the seam between the legs and the back pockets.
 

“Put these on,” he ordered.
 

Eva squeezed into them and turned so she could see her butt in the mirror. They were the shortest daisy duke jeans she’d ever seen. A good portion of her rounded ass was completely exposed. She was certain they could not be worn legally in public.

Andre looked at her approvingly. “I want you wearing these every night when I come home from work. We’re going to have to make several changes in your wardrobe but in the meantime I want you in these jeans whenever I’m home. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And on weekends I want you topless,” he added.

“What?…Yes, Sir!” she added quickly, glancing at the belt still on the bed.

Andre continued, “During the weekends when we are at home I want you to do your housework, watch TV and everything else while topless. You are going to dress, walk, talk and fuck like a whore from now on. Everything you do will have sexual overtones. When you vacuum the carpet you’ll be wearing those shorts and I’ll be watching your big tits wobble and bounce while you work. You’ll have my eyes on you constantly and you’ll always be wondering whether I’m going to call you over and make you perform a sex act of some kind. Or maybe just spank you. Sometimes you’ll feel like a piece of meat that gets fucked and used. You’ll know what you want does not matter except that you want to be submissive to your husband and serve his every desire. You will begin to crave me telling you what I want so you might be allowed to provide it. All of your pleasure will come from pleasing me and you won’t give a thought to what you want. Are you ready for that, Eva?”

Eva’s mouth was dry and she could feel herself swooning with anticipation. “Yes, Sir. I need that, Sir. Will there be anything else?” she asked.

“Yes, there is …” he said. He stretched out his arms and indicated she should join him on the bed. He wrapped his muscular arms around her and nuzzled her neck. Eva finally relaxed and felt loved and comforted. “… you’ll also be learning how to deepthroat all of my cock.”

CHAPTER THREE

Basic Anal Training

The first two weeks of Eva’s training went very well. Andre was always greeted enthusiastically when he got home and enjoyed watching her flit about in her cut-off jean shorts. When she wore a shirt or blouse at home she was always braless. The effect was to have Eva and Andre always in a heightened state of arousal. Eva was very aware that she was being watched and Andre was becoming fixated on her exposed ass. With that in mind, it was inevitable he would start her anal training.

In a way it seemed almost juvenile to her for Andre to get such a thrill from seeing her half-naked around the house. But the more she thought about it the more she realized what a blessing it was that she could do such a simple thing to make her husband happy. That was her first inkling that there was a powerful synergy between the dominant partner and the submissive partner in a BDSM relationship. Andre was helping her get to a new outlook and new freedom with her life and she was beginning to fulfill his fantasies of a perfect domestic and sexual relationship. She felt good about that.

In the middle of the day the doorbell rang. Eva opened the door to find a parcel delivery man with a package that needed to be signed for. She signed his clipboard and looked up to catch him checking her out. She gave him an irritated look and closed the door. Since the package was addressed to Andre she called him at work to tell him it had arrived. He told her he wanted her to open the box while they were on the phone. He also asked her what she was wearing when the courier was at the door.

“I was wearing my red workout pants and a white tee shirt,” she answered.

“And no bra?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered.

“Did he notice?” he asked.

“I think so. I saw him looking,” Eva said sheepishly.

“What was he looking at, Eva?” Andre prompted.

“My big tits, Sir. And my nipples, Sir,” she confessed. “And I gave him a bit of a dirty look.”

His response surprised her. “You shouldn’t do that, Eva. From now on when a guy checks you out I want you to flirt a bit. Show off. Understand?”

“With a stranger, Sir?” she asked.

“With whomever I say, Eva,” he commanded.

“Yes, Sir,” she agreed. Flirting was something Eva had absolutely never done and the thought of it was intimidating. Another barrier she would have to break down.

“Now I want you to open the box and place each item on the bed. We’ll be using all of them when I get home,” he told her.
 

When they got off the phone Eva took the box into the bedroom and opened it. The first item was a brown leather whip with a long handle. At the end of the handle two long forks of narrow leather dangled about a foot in length. A tag affixed to the whip said it was a quirt. Eva flicked it in the air and it made a menacing sound. She felt a shiver of dread go though her.
 

The next item was a large bottle with a pump nozzle. The label, in a very large font, screamed the words, “Anal Lube!” The last item in the package was a clear, glass anal plug. It wasn’t very large but it had a long handle attached. She felt the girth of the plug with her fingers and wondered how it would feel inside of her.
 

Eva carefully laid them evenly spaced on the bed. She spent the rest of her day in horny anticipation of what would happen that night.
 

In the short time Andre had been training her she had become infinitely more sexual. She was required to keep her pussy completely shaved and to use baby oil on it daily. Her scanty clothing meant she felt the air on her bare skin constantly. Her nipples were rubbed by the fabric of her clothes, when she was allowed to wear any clothes. Arranging sex toys on the bed to be used on her later that day was another layer of immersion in her new world. She was being used as a full-time whore to bring pleasure to her husband. She felt that realization run though her and it made her shiver and grow wet with lust.
 

When he got home Andre never mentioned the package. They ate dinner and chatted about his day and that he might have to take a trip out of the country soon. After dinner they sat on the sofa together and watched some television. During a break Andre told her to go get her ‘training cock’ and sit on the floor with it. Eva scurried away and returned with a rubber dildo. It was fashioned to look like a real cock with testicles. It was about ten inches long with a proportional thickness. She sat on the floor cross-legged with the dildo in her lap and waiting for her instructions. “I want you to practice for the next hour,” was all Andre said.

“Yes, Sir,” Eva replied and tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide. She inserted the cock into her mouth and sucked it into her throat.

“I want to hear it,” Andre warned.

Eva pulled it out of her throat. “Yes, Sir,” she replied. She swallowed it again with a moan and each stroke in and out was accompanied by wet, slurping and sucking sounds. This had become a nightly ritual for Eva. She was learning to deepthroat by practicing twice daily for an hour each time. She practiced once while Andre was at work and once when he was at home. In a short time she had trained her gag reflex to ignore the probing of the thick phallus and was able to service more than half of her training device. Andre loved watching her suck for an hour and the sounds of her gagging and slurping always made his cock hard as hickory.
 

When it was close to bedtime Andre told Eva to strip and wait on the bed. He deliberately made her wait knowing she would be obsessively fixated on the toys waiting for her. She was.
 

By the time he came into the bedroom he could see her pussy lips were wet and swollen. He ran his fingers across them and her hips thrust into him involuntarily. “You’re such are slut, aren’t you?” he said.

“Yes, Sir. I’m a slut for you,” she answered.

“Tonight your anal training starts. I’m going to fuck your ass with an anal plug and when I’m not doing that I’m going to use a whip on you. And while I’m doing it you are going to confess every slutty thing you did before we were together. Tonight is confession night for you, Eva. It’s the night you admit that you’ve always wanted to be a whore.” He picked up the lube and applied it to the anal toy. “Now I want you to spread your ass cheeks and beg me to put this in you.”

Eva was on her knees as she reached both hands back and pulled her perfect ass cheeks apart. “Please, Sir, please put that big thing into my fuckable ass. Please make me take it in the ass for you, Sir. Please, train my fuckable ass to give you pleasure, Sir.”

Her sphincter tightened when she felt the tip probing her. “Exhale!” commanded Andre and when she did the tiny muscle relaxed enough so he could press most of the plug into her. She loudly sucked in air and her fists clenched the comforter on the bed. When she exhaled Andre pressed the plug the rest of the way into her. He grasped the handle protruding from her cheeks and began to pump in and out of her ever so slightly.

Eva was dizzy from the experience. She felt oddly full in a way she never had. It was painful but soon waves of pleasure began to pulse out of her groin and she felt the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain. She was stretched to the point of mild pain but the pleasure from the movement was stronger. It felt wonderful. It felt painful. And she knew her pain would soon be worse when Andre started on her with the quirt. Most of all, she had no control over any of it and could only submit to whatever the evening held. That felt strangely liberating to her. She did not have to decide anything, she was just a passive recipient of whatever was in store.

Andre worked her ass until he felt her building toward an orgasm then he removed the plug from her ass with tantalizing slowness. He picked up the quirt and showed it to her. “I know you want to feel the severity of this. Don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she lied.

“This quirt won’t feel like the belt feels. It won’t feel anything like my hand either.” Eva had already grown to enjoy the mild over the knee spankings she received. The sting was minimal and it always left her flushed with lust. The belt was another matter. She’d received discipline with Andre’s belt a half dozen times and it always brought tears. It also brought the relief of knowing she had paid her debt for a mistake and the matter was closed. She adored that feeling in a strange way that made her want to return to it.

“I bought this quirt for my pleasure. I want to use it on you so I can see the lovely marks it leaves on your white ass. I might use it to punish you but mostly I’ll use it to make my cock hard. Do you like knowing that, Eva? Do you like knowing that you’ll be whipped for no other reason than it makes my cock hard to see your ass after a whipping?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir. I love knowing that, Sir,” she said with an earnestness that surprised her.
 

“Good, because you’re going to get it plenty.” Andre applied the first lash and the twin tails of the quirt snapped across her ass. She yelped and was driven forward on the bed. The second and third lash landed harder and bright red stripes began to form.