Authors: Jo Emery
A Submissive Love
A collection of short pieces to give you, my dear reader an insight into the life and mind of a happy slave. Read about how she feels living a BDSM lifestyle with her Master.
Excerpt from Story One….
She waited patiently, quietly, hearing only the sounds of her own steady breathing and the rhythmic pulse of her heartbeat.
Now is her time to relax and think about her day, to contemplate her actions and decisions. She takes this time each day to bring herself into the right mindset and to leave the outside world, the working world, the mundane tasks that have to be performed in order to survive out there on the other side of her front door, these things have little business inside the house. Inside the house is for living, not a place to conform to what society tells her is normal but a place to be safe, be real, to come alive, to be her, the real her, not the mask she wears that the outside world sees and accepts.
BDSM covers a whole world of experiences and these are my thoughts. If my thoughts and ideas do not gel with your own, well that is ok we are after all different people and no two relationships, thought processes or lifestyles are the same.
Whether you live a BDSM lifestyle or not.
I hope that you enjoy my little stories.
J
I would like to say a special thank you to my friends at
www.deviantsden.com
for reading and giving feedback on my little stories.
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She waited patiently, quietly, hearing only the sounds of her own steady breathing and the rhythmic pulse of her heartbeat.
Now is her time to relax and think about her day, to contemplate her actions and decisions. She takes this time each day to bring herself into the right mindset and to leave the outside world, the working world, the mundane tasks that have to be done in order to survive out there on the other side of her front
door; these things have little business inside the house. Inside the house is for living, not a place to conform to what society tells her is normal but a place to be safe, be real, to come alive, to be her, the real her, not the mask she wears that the outside world sees and accepts.
She hears a key in the door. Her master is home. She unfolds herself from her position on the floor and rises graceful as a swan to greet him as she does everyday. As he enters the home that they have made together, she takes his coat and briefcase and puts them neatly away. She gives him a chaste kiss on the cheek and he lovingly strokes her face then walks into the living room with her following behind. He sits and she pours him a glass of tropical fruit juice and removes his shoes and socks. Whilst he enjoys his juice, she draws him a bubble bath and politely informs him when it is ready. She prepares them both a meal of steak, chips and salad as he relaxes in the bath, washing the stresses of his day away. she is happy in her service to her master, they sought each other out several years ago, both knowing what they wanted, needed even, within a relationship finally finding the right person, ‘the one’, in each other.
When he is
ready, she serves him his meal checking to see that he has everything that he needs then joins him at the table with her own meal. They talk about their days, laughing, loving and relaxing in each other’s company glad that they are together again.
When they have finished eating, she clears the table and sees to her masters’ immediate needs before washing the dishes. When she is done with her chores and the kitchen is spotless again she joins him in the living room. She sits at his feet, he places his hand on her head stroking her hair, she rests her head against his leg and sighs contentedly idly wondering if he would require anything extra of her this evening, hoping that she may use her body to please and pleasure him. She is happy for him to use her in which ever way he chooses and ecstatic if he were to utter the two special words that make her spirit soar and her heart flutter, those two little words make her core melt and give her wings, she longed to hear him call her a good girl.
Later he took her to the bedroom; she knelt by the side of the bed waiting for her master to undress and get in at which point she would ask his permission to share his bed. She was pleased when instead of getting into bed he sat on the edge in front of her indicating that she was to take him in her mouth.
She moved closer and sucked his member into her mouth, he was soft but she liked this, it made her feel special to know that it was her abilities that made him hard. She suckled and felt him grow within
her; she took his balls into her hand and gently fondled them as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft. She placed her other hand at the base of his penis and ran it up and down gently twisting it as she went. She licked and nibbled his head and worked her way down to the base nipping gently as she went down and back up again. She licked up his pre-cum and worked his penis a little faster, she knew just how he liked it and could bring him to orgasm quickly or draw it out. She knew that he was getting close as he gently thrust into her mouth, she closed her lips around the head and pumped her hand a little more vigorously. He held her head and with a moan flooded her mouth with his release, she drank it all down and when she was sure he had shot his last she licked the end catching every last drop making him jump as he was no so sensitive.
She sat back smiling as he relaxed back in to his pillows, when he was settled she asked may I share your bed tonight sir? He replied with of course you can my love. He had never refused her permission but she felt better for asking each night anyway. She got in and snuggled up next to him, he put his arms around her and kissed her hair and said I love you my good girl, she smiled and went to sleep the happiest girl in the world.
She awoke from a dream, it was a very pleasant and vivid dream, she was having sex with her master, it felt so real. As she woke more fully she realised that her dream was mixed with reality.
She opened her eyes and smiled to see her master above her gently thrusting so as not to rudely awake her.
She loved it when he woke her this way, the feeling of fullness as he penetrated her, it made her feel wanted, needed.
Her master, realising that she was now awake took her hands and pinned her wrists above her head, thrusting harder now, she let out a satisfied moan as his body rubbed against her clit, bringing her closer to her climax. His speed increased, his breathing heavier, her cries louder and louder until she screamed her orgasm. He pounded into her harder, pushing her in to the bed, squeezing her wrists, leaning himself into holding her down as she writhed in pleasure, her internal muscles milking him dry as he released his seed into her. He continued to thrust as his orgasm subsided, He collapsed next to her, she turned and thanked him taking his pleasure from her and giving her pleasure in return. They lay for a while wrapped in each others arms, basking in the afterglow of their
lovemaking.
When she had caught her breath she stirred from his embrace and slid down his body, she took him in her mouth and licked their juices from his cock.
She went to the bathroom and washed herself, she went to the kitchen to make them breakfast. She brewed the fresh coffee that she knew he enjoyed with his breakfast. She hummed to herself whilst she cooked bacon and eggs, happy in the knowledge that even while she is asleep she can bring pleasure to and service her master.
He came downstairs and sat at the table; she served him his food, always attentive to his needs. They finished eating, she washed the dishes, and they went upstairs.
Her master chose her something to wear, a short summer dress in pale mint green. She wondered what they would do today, she didn’t care as long s they were together.
Playtime.
She stood naked in the darkness, trembling with anticipation, not knowing what was to come but knowing that even though her limits
may be pushed she would enjoy every little second.
What was her master planning? She wondered as she stood there wearing her collar as always and the blindfold that he placed over her eyes before telling her to stay where she was, he would be back. She wasn’t sure how long she had been waiting; it probably had not been as long as it felt to her. She knew full well his reasons behind making her wait, to learn patience, to build suspense and anticipation, the latter two being the beginnings of foreplay after all.
As much as she longed for her masters’ touch, the feel of his breath on the back of her neck, the grip of his hands surrounding her wrists, she did enjoy the wait. Would he gently caress her body, touch no part of her other than that which he chose to bind, would he take her roughly or maybe inflict a little pain? She knew that it would be enjoyable whether it was gentle or a playful tap filled with the promise of what was to come when he had settled her somewhere that she would be more stable. Her juices started to run down her leg as she thought of all the possibilities, a tried and tested game or something new? It didn’t matter to her as long as he was happy she would be happy. Her master would not leave her wanting, he would ensure that she enjoyed herself as much as he enjoyed her.
She felt something lightly trail across her back, it made her jump, she wasn’t sure that she had really felt anything at all, wasn’t sure if she had fallen too deeply into her imaginings. She felt it again, this time it threaded its way down her body starting at her left shoulder, between her breasts and around her belly button lifting off at her right hip. It was real, such a light touch if she hadn’t been anticipating, waiting, hoping for it to be real she might have missed it.
She shivered, wondered where it would touch next, what is it? She strained her ears trying to hear movement knowing it was no
use, he would only make a sound when he wanted his presence known.
Her master liked to watch her, enjoyed seeing her excitement tremble through her body, watching her bite her bottom lip as she tried so hard to anticipate his next move. It turned him on to know that he had this power, the ability to make her quiver with excitement, anticipation, longing and he knew just how much it turned her on to give him this power over her, to give him her body, to give him her.
Feathers, it was feathers that he was using to stroke her body. She knew this as his administrations had become more frequent, more intense, he kept stroking, touching, here, there, where next? Now it was constant, all over her, the feelings intensified with no respite between touches then it was gone.