Testing the Submissive: The Story & Confessions of a Masochist (10 page)

“Fuck, yes.
I beg of you….bite me, bite my shoulder, I want to feel the pain of your teeth digging into me. Bite me as hard as you want.”

He bit down into my shoulder, sending shivers through my spine, just as his hands mauled my breasts.  The pain engulfed me.
He let up on the bite for a few seconds, and then I gasped as he bit down a second time, even harder! My skin didn’t break, but his teeth indentations were clearly visible when he moved two inches further down. Then he clamped down again.  He was enjoying this.  His cock was now rock hard at my back.  His hands continued pulling at my tits, with his fingertips digging even deeper.

I wanted to tell him to stop. Other clients had bitten me, but
primarily
during
sex. This was different. This was deliberate, methodical biting. He was working his way down my shoulder, the same way people work their way down a cob of corn. I wanted to ask him to stop, but instead I found myself saying something entirely contrary:

“
Bite the hell out of me.”

When he finally reached the end of my shoulder, he paused.
I took the moment to catch my breath. I prayed, funnily enough, that he was content.  The Reverend released my breasts, and shuffled back to the front of me. He was smiling. There was a little dribble of saliva running down his lip, to his chin. I don’t know why I said what I said.

“Do my tits.”

In a way, I was glad to be bound on a St. Andrew’s cross.  Otherwise, I fear I might have pushed him away when I felt those sharp teeth bite into me.  That said, I almost pulled my arms out of their sockets it hurt so bad.  He nipped at my tits, and especially my nipples.  Meanwhile, I was biting my own lip, using all my energy to stifle my cries.

“Aaaaaiiiiiieeee,” I squealed involuntarily.

“That was good!” he replied.

Strangely he then cupped the underside of my breasts, and pushed them upward. He wanted me to see his h
andiwork. My tits were a mess. First, they were bright pink all over; with unmistakable welts and lashes from the belt. There were scratches sporadically from where his fingernails dug in. There was a consistent pattern of teeth marks throughout, including on my raw tender nipples. Lastly, there were a few random wet streaks, from where my tears fell.  Tears I tried to suppress, but which flowed regardless.

“I like the things you do to me,” I said, the tears still running down my face.

Simon glanced toward Lewis with a question, “Can I try anal with her? I’ve never done it before.”

Lewis’ reply was cold and emotionless, “
Dude she’s a cunt…and today she’s
your
cunt. Do whatever the fuck you want with her.”

The
former Reverend did fuck my ass, without removing me from the cross.  Now I knew why Lewis had expertly elevated it earlier, so my height was right. When my intruder achieved orgasm, he grunted and gripped my already aching tits; nearly ripping them off my body.  This time there was no pleasure for me.  It was pain and nothing else.  He stayed in my backside until his cock started to soften.  When he pulled out, some of his seed leaked down my inner thigh, while some of it dripped out in dollops, landing on the floor between my legs where much of his earlier load still remained.

I was exhausted
and hung there with as much of my weight supported by my aching arms as my wobbly legs.  The two men left me while they talked.  I don’t know what they discussed.  They were within hearing distance, but I simply did not have the strength to listen.  I was spent.  I smiled softly when Lewis returned to untie me, sometime later.  Had I slept?  My Master then lowered me to the ground, and I took a moment to rub my wrists, feeling the rope burn; rub my shoulders, feeling the ache; and very softly rub my breasts, feeling the frayed skin and bite marks.

Lewis whispered to me, “
Simon is done for today. I’m going to walk him to the door.”

“Thank-you Master, I only hope my per
formance was satisfactory,” I whispered in return.

“
You were enchanting as usual,” he said very quietly, leaning in.  But then Lewis looked over his shoulder at Simon, and spoke quite loudly, “Simon – the slut here has something she wants to ask you, but is too shy to do so.”

I do?? I don’t have anything to ask him?
Uh oh, I suspected Master was setting me up again.

Simon
approached us as Lewis elaborated, “She wants your permission to cum. She wants to rub herself to orgasm, while she laps up the mess that dripped out of her.”

I turned a deep crimson red
and couldn’t even imagine how depraved I must have appeared.

“What a dirty little
thing you are, Abigail - a very degenerate little brat.”

I felt deeply humiliated. I wanted to explain that I didn’t really request this, but of course I’d never betray Lewis. Instead I slowly bent forward, like a three-legged puppy eating out of a bowl.
I say three-legged because my right arm was reaching between my legs. The cum was cold, and utterly disgusting. There was one main pool of it in the middle, surrounded by random globs. I couldn’t support myself properly and decided to lie right down on the floor.  This was much easier. I lapped at the biggest spot first, just as two of my fingers found my clit.  I was keenly aware of the two men, standing over me, looking down at me.  I felt pathetic. That said, my clit was responding. In fact, it was responding big time. I was hotter than a firecracker.  I felt so ashamed and yet, I did want to cum. Maybe Lewis wasn’t so wrong after all. As I licked-up the mess on the floor, I gave myself a thundering orgasm that left me breathless. I didn’t dare look up at the men, but I knew they were smiling at my insatiable need.

The last thing I felt was something landing on my shoulder.

The once respected and former Pastor of my church, Reverend Simon Watson, had spit on me.

The next morning…

It was so wonderful to wake up at Lewis’ suite the next morning.  The only other time I slept there was the infamous night with Veronica.  We had a lovely conversation in bed, very much reminiscent of our mornings in Paris.  We talked about the session the day before, and then Lewis examined my body to see how the wounds were progressing.  My tits had taken the brunt of it, and the evidence was there.  The bite locations were already turning an angry purple, with tiny imprints from individual teeth easily visible.

W
e reminisced about the past year, and how things were unfolding between us.

“
I want to ask you something?” Lewis said, in a tone of voice I had never heard before.

“Of course Sir,” I replied.  For a second I got worried. He had never once sought permission to ask me anything.

“It’s nothing bad,” he reassured me. It was obvious he’d noticed my look of concern and wanted to put me at ease.  “But first, is there anything you want to ask me?”

“Um, no Master…I think I’m good.” I was lying. There were a million questions I wanted to ask Lewis along the way. It’s not that I was
afraid; it was that it was not my place. I trusted him implicitly. I was in good hands. I was in his hands. Any questions I had were pushed to the back of my mind. Until now.

“Abby, just as you have always been honest with me, I will be completely honest with you. Go ahead and ask me anything you want. The door is open.”

“Are we going to do a reverse-interview?” I joked.

“You could say that,” he chuckled. “This is the closest to ‘switching’ we’ll ever get.”  We both laughed again.

I sat up. I did have one burning question and I thought I’d start there: “Sir, when you share me or pimp me out, and other men fuck me – does it make you think less of me?” 

“Not at all, hun. Why on earth would you think that? I would never do it if it made me think any less of you.”  Lewis’ comments lead to a tangent conversation. He explained very rationally how he did not equate a woman’s level of sexual activity with her morals, or integrity, or values, or ethics. He went on to suggest that a woman’s loyalty, or devotion, or intelligence isn’t measured by the number of cocks that have fucked her, but rather who she is as a person.

“So, when I stayed behind to fuck Victor, you didn’t lose respect for me?”

“Quite the contrary. I am incredibly aroused and attracted to women who have a high sex drive. I didn’t lose respect for you, if anything it made me desire you all the more.”

“Does that include Grekko, Sir?  I mean I fucked his foot for God’s sake. You must think I’m a freak.”

“I’m the one who sent you there, and I’d think
you’re
the freak? I love the fact you’re such a little tramp, you’d shove anything up there for relief.”  I giggled and Lewis chuckled. Still I felt relieved.

“Did you ever worry about me, Sir?  I mean, I know everyone was pre-cleared by the network and all that, but did you ever think I might break?”

“Do you remember the test whipping, Abigail, before you even met Ms. Donovan?”

“How could I forget?  Looking back, it wasn’t the most severe
but it was my first, so I was terrified.”

“I was there, the entire time, watching.”

“You were there?!?” Where?

“I was in the closet, watching the entire time.”

“But you trust all these people, like you said they are all pre-cleared and wasn’t that your friend?”

“Oh, I wasn’t worried about Gary.  I was worried about you. I knew you’d only use your safeword as an absolute last resort. I had to see for myself. I could determine by your reactions and your expression that you were okay, hence I did not interfere.”

“I can’t believe you were there the whole time. I feel a bit dumb, and yet honored.”

I asked Lewis if there were any other instances when he had spied on me. Indeed there was one more instance. He didn’t do it with Ms. Donovan because of their long history together and his faith in her judgment.  He did however
, listen on a hidden speaker phone when I first met Grekko. After that he knew I could handle anything and wouldn’t break. There were no more surveillance episodes after that.

“Why did you make me suck-off those three random guys?”

“To see if you would. It was a test. Everything is a test. I was testing your devotion and willingness to go the distance.”

“Is that why you humiliated so deeply on our first date
, with Veronica there?”

“Yes. Asking you for a second date was a huge test. I could only imagine you wanted to tell me to fuck of
f. But you didn’t. That spoke to the strength of your dedication as a submissive.”

“You were testing me all along weren’t you, Master?”

“From the minute I saw you?”

“You mean when I came here for our very first interview?”

“Before that, even. I noticed you at those early parties. You captured my attention as much as I captured yours. But I played it cool intentionally. I was testing your perseverance and resourcefulness. You didn’t disappoint.”

“You had feelings for me back then?”

“I wanted to fuck you the moment I laid eyes on you, Abigail.”

“Before I moved in, during the early whippings, why did you not see me in between interviews?”

“It was the only way I could ensure this wasn’t simply an infatuation between us. We needed time to think, to process, to reconsider. Time and distance do wonders to elucidate true feelings.”

“Have you had sex with other girls, since meeting me?”

“Pre-Paris, yes. Post-Paris, no. Not since Veronica.”

“Will you have sex with other women, in the future?”

“Not without your knowledge or involvement. I’m sure it will happen at some point, but never behind your back. We’re a couple now. No secrets, on either side. I will never ‘cheat’ if that’s what you mean.”

“I don’t know what
else to say, Master. I’m blown away.”

“Perhaps I should ask my question then?” Lewis suggested. I hadn’t noticed that his hand had reached for something.

“I love you more than anything. You are my dream girl. Will you marry me, Abby?” 

The thing he
had reached for was a blue box from Tiffany’s.

Two glorious months later…

It still seems surreal that we’re married now. The wedding was as amazing as I had dreamed it would be. At first my family and some of my extended friends were concerned that I was marrying someone I barely knew. In their presence, to say that Lewis treated me like gold would be an understatement. It was quite funny actually. An inside joke between us. At one of the pre-wedding celebrations everyone kept going on and on about how much he must adore me, to be so caring and gentle and kind toward me. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to everyone in attendance, underneath my black Ann Taylor dress, were a half-dozen fresh welts from a Singapore cane. Earlier that day Lewis striped me, and then took my ass. In fact, the butt plug still embedded deep inside my back entrance was surely keeping some of his cum from leaking down my leg. But who knew? No one. We walked around and mingled with the guests, Lewis’ firm hand on my lower waist, enjoying hors d’oeurves, and making chit chat. I was the envy of every single woman there – and yet, imagine if they knew what took place behind the front door of Lewis’ suite. For me, our secret was pure happiness.

Lewis insisted on pulling me out of the network
right after the wedding. I was replaced by Ivy, who is Xochi’s cousin and the network’s latest whipping bitch.

The other girls were sad to see
me retire so soon, as it were, but they understood. They knew I had no say in these matters and it was entirely Lewis’ decision.  As his wife, he no longer wanted to pimp me out. I was his now.

The network also respected Lewis’ decision without objection. They even allowed me to visit the girls at the Four Seasons for their annual pajama party.  This time Ivy
, as the new girl, was the clean-up maid.  We had as much fun as the year prior, in my case with Lewis’ full blessing of course.

That said, n
othing excited me more than a session with my husband. He always made everything so exceedingly electrifying. There was no such thing as dull sex with Lewis. If we were watching a movie and came across a hot scene, or reading a novel, or heard about a new technique or a new toy – we tried it. Lewis was game for anything, particularly if it involved the domination of me. It was bliss for both of us.

Take for example, the day we joked about sneaking me into his office to spend the afternoon ‘under the boss’s desk’.  Most couples kid around about such things.  The only difference being, Lewis makes it happen.  Others might talk about it, we actually do it.

He chose the day carefully. It was early August and a short work week. Most of his staff would be on vacation.  He was working on a new-business Powerpoint presentation which required quiet writing time in his office, and most importantly, no meetings. This was an ideal day to inconspicuously sneak me in.

We met in the lobby of his office building as planned. He told me
to arrive at noon, and not a moment later.  To be safe, I got there a few minutes early and used the opportunity to look around.  I caught my refection in the large windows. I looked quite striking, I thought to myself, not bad at all.  That said, when Lewis saw me, he didn’t compliment me the way that he usually did. Not at a time like this. I was there for one purpose, and one purpose only – to worship his cock. My skin showed off my glowing summer tan, accentuated by my white dress.  It was sleeveless, scooped neck, and hemmed just above my knee. It was the perfect balance between stylishly sexy and something that looks appropriate in a corporate office. I followed him into and up the elevator, his hand on the small of my back directing my every move. We made it to his personal office largely unseen. So far, so good.

Once in there, he directed me to clear off his desk. Next I was told to lie across it, on my back. I was wet instantly, just from the anticipation of how we’d spend the next several hours, never mind his casual confidence. It drove me wild with desire.  When he nodded, I unzipped his pants, and his cock sprung free.  I grasped it with my hand and ran my tongue along the length of his shaft, kissing my way to the very tip of it.

Time for instructions: “Listen Abby, stop! Today you are here to serve only as a mouth. A warm worshipping mouth for my cock. Treat my cock like your life depends on it.  Your whole world this afternoon is to pleasure my cock.  Am I making myself clear, you little cock-sucking whore?”

I nodded. My lips were now pursed, as I glided along the underside of the thick long shaft above my eyes.  Through the knit fabric of my white dress, I felt my nipples harden and my pussy moisten.  His large thickening cock was undoubtedly arousing me, and I was indeed his little whore.

He pulled away and motioned for me to get in position. Under his desk. We both knew this is exactly what would happen today, so I was not surprised.  I was going to spend the afternoon sucking and worshipping Lewis’ cock, while kneeling underneath.  Meanwhile, he was going to continue working as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Lewis stood nearby to watch as I seductively slid under there. His manhood was never too far from my willing mouth.  I was going to lick his cock as if it was a Popsicle. I would adore it. I would devour it.

As I was slithering under the desk, I was about to use my hands to grasp his cock and direct it toward my face.  However, Lewis pushed my wrists away and put a stop to that.

“No, you little cunt, no hands, all mouth.” 

He then reached behind himself, and pulled his chair closer so he could sit.  Lewis shimmied forward, until his head was in perfect position.  He reminded me to keep my arms at my sides and away from his cock. I planted my hands on the carpeting, which helped me maintain proper balance and alleviate some of the weight from my knees. This was not the most comfortable position, but I so wanted to please him. I knew I could bop my head up and down on his rock-hard cock and suck.

It wasn’t long before Lewis was ready for his orgasm.  I tasted his pre-cum, sensed he was close to climax. Just then, his phone rang.  He answered it, mostly for the humor of the moment or to prolong the act, I wasn’t sure which.  Clearly, he wanted to continue with his work day; all the while my sweet,
soft, wet mouth was working away on his dick.  It was a client.  Luckily, the client did most of the talking.  For my part, I squeezed my mouth a little tighter and focused entirely on the head of his cock.  I bopped up and down steadily and more quickly. I could hear his breathing becoming deeper; he was loving this! My tongue licked the underside of his head as I did so, and within seconds he was exploding into my eager mouth. I could feel spurt after spurt of cum flood out of him and into my wanting mouth. I swallowed expertly, without losing my rhythm.  As his orgasm subsided, he began to relax and sink down further into his office chair.  However, at no point did I remove my mouth.  Meanwhile, I sensed Lewis was smiling and almost chuckled aloud, occasionally saying “uh huh” and “yeah, makes sense” to his client who was, of course, completely oblivious to everything that was happening.

He reached under the table and gripped my head, pulling me off his cock but pressing my face into his crotch.  His thick, throbbing tool was mashed into my face just as he hung up the phone, the call finally over. He held me like that for several long minutes, his half-hard cock melded into my dutiful face. When he drew back his head a few inches, I knew what to do. I licked and lapped. As he started to harden again, I concentrated on his shaft and balls.  I never let up, working diligently. 

This went on for what seemed like twenty minutes or more. I was tired, but I knew I had to continue pleasing him. Lewis powered up his laptop and tried to concentrate on his proposal, but it was difficult with my relentless tongue and lips working their magic with absolute dedication.

He opened his top drawer and reached for scissors.  Holding them safely he offered the handle to me and commanded, “Cut away your thong.” 

I had on my new mauve colored thong that I had just purchased, made of exquisite French lace, so delicate and now soaked with my arousal.

I didn’t stop worshipping his cock as I followed his orders. I took the scissors and carefully reached between my legs.  My knees were spread, and I was easily able to cut the material at the thin point, toward the sides of my upper thighs. Lewis heard the sound of the snipping, so without further instruction, I knew to hand him the thong and the scissors.  He took them as his cock was hardening anew.

Soon, he was completely stiff again.  This time, he wanted me to take him deeper into my mouth. He reached under, and with both hands, he took a firm grasp of my head.  He forced himself deeper into my mouth…and then deeper still. I gagged and involuntarily tried to pull away. I’m sure he could hear me breathe through my nose, in desperation. He let me catch my breath and regain my composure.  I relaxed my throat, knowing what was coming. He wasn’t about to let me off easy. He forced into me until his cock pushed into my throat, and then he held me there, despite my watering eyes. We continued the sport for some minutes. He’d let me catch my breath, my nostrils flaring, then he’d thrust forward again, until he was literally fucking my face. His cock was so big and so hard, it completely filled my mouth. His strong hands curled into my hair and pulled me closer, which was causing additional discomfort. I was doing my best. My eyes occasionally looking up toward him, even as my sight line was obscured. If Lewis could see my eyes, he’d know I wasn’t begging for mercy so much as apologizing for any incompetency. I was, in effect, saying I’m sorry for gagging and was trying to improve as we progressed. Indeed, he showed no mercy. He would simply bear down on my throat again and again, temporarily shutting off my air supply as I kept my firm hands in place on the floor. Never once did I shift position, a testament to my obedience and dedication. My mouth belonged to him.

I could feel him getting ready to cum again.  His cock increased in size ever so slightly, and somehow, hardened further with that familiar pre-cum coating the back of my throat. He let go of my head and caressed the side of my face with the back of his fingers.  I concluded the deep-throating was over. My mouth went to work, as it had done earlier. I sucked on his cock like a pro, just like he taught me. He especially enjoyed how I varied my cock-sucking style, moment by moment. At times, soft and slow. Then I’d bop again, concentrating on the head. Next I’d shift my angle, or use my tongue a certain way.  I closed my eyes and worshipped his cock. Meanwhile, his foot began to nudge its way between my spread legs. His leather shoe found my pussy, and he started the movement of tapping his foot, knowing the tip of the shoe would be rubbing against my slit. I squirmed when he tilted his foot slightly sideways so the front edge of the shoe found its way in between the folds of my pussy. I blushed deeply when we both heard the squelching sound of my wet cunt. He rubbed me, finding my clit no less. However, I dared not cum.  Today was about showing him how much I worship his cock. Nothing else. My only pleasure would come from knowing I satisfied him. As if he could read my mind, I felt Lewis pull back his foot and playfully kick at my open cunt. 

He spoke aloud: “I want you to understand something: there will be no orgasms for you today, slut.  Keep sucking. That’s it. Good girl. Remember, my dick is your idol today.  You should feel honored that I picked you to suck my cock. Worship it, worship my stiff cock, whore. This is your destiny, to suck cock.”

His impending orgasm was now past the point of no return. He was on the verge of cumming for the second time. Knowing this, I sucked with added enthusiasm.  He came into my mouth again and again, and I swallowed every single drop. I knew he was content. I felt pleased that I made him feel that way. But the afternoon was far from over, and I wondered what else was in store.

“Keep your mouth in place; don’t you dare remove it.”

Lewis leaned back in the chair. It took some time, but his cock fully softened.  However, my mouth never let go. My lips stayed wrapped around him.  It was now midway through the afternoon, and we had been in his office for well over an hour.  But there was still plenty of time.

For the next hour or so, my patience and endurance were further tested. I realized I hadn’t eaten anything, and strangely – my only nourishment was Lewis’ cum. He made phone calls. He worked on his proposal.  All the while, my lips stayed fastened on him.  When he was in the mood, he teased me with his foot, chafing his shoe against my needy pussy.

While a bit risky, he called one of his assistants into his office at one point.  The employee sat in his guest chair across from his desk.  Lewis pulled his chair up closer than usual to ensure no part of his crotch area was visible.  He briefed the girl on some internet research that he needed looked after while she took notes.  The whole time I was frozen in fear, breathing as evenly and quietly as humanly
possible, but not daring to remove my sweet mouth from its obligation. Thankfully, the briefing went off without incident, and the assistant left without suspecting a thing.

By late afternoon, I felt him harden again.  My head started that familiar bob.  He encouraged me with his foot one last time, but only to tease, never lingering long enough to bring release.  Then he tossed me my thong which I had surrendered to him earlier. He told me to tuck it into my pussy.  At first I hesitated, but not out of defiance. I was a bit confused. Did I hear him correctly? 

He reiterated the command: “Tuck your fucking thong right up inside your sloppy wet cunt, slut!”

This time, there was no hesitation.  It wasn’t easy and took careful manipulation. I spread my legs, lifted my hips, then spread open my pussy lips. Using my fingers, I managed to finger fuck the material right up inside myself.  Lewis tilted his head to get a good view and was now getting hard for the third time.  It didn’t take too long before he came for the final time that afternoon. My obedient cocksucker-mouth swallowed again as he deposited yet another load into my tummy.  As commanded, I licked his engorged head literally coaxing one final drop of cum onto my tongue. At last, he pulled his cock away and zipped up.  The session was pretty much over.