Katie's Submission

A trial of the pen...

This story happened when I was 19 years old, I tasted the then-inaccessible fruit of power, someone else's pain, and humiliation.

I had a girlfriend a year younger than me, about 155-160 cm tall, a bit plump with size 4 breasts. Her name was Katya. She already lived alone in an apartment. I courted her for a long time, gave her flowers, various pleasant little things, and so on. But while accepting all these gifts, she wouldn't let me have sex with her. Only at night when I stayed over at her place, we would lie in bed and when she pretended to be asleep, I would start stroking her thighs, first the outer side then the inner. After that, my hand

would penetrate her panties and I would start stroking her pussy, then fiddling with her clitoris. She would start breathing deeply, I would insert a finger into her, first one then a second, bringing her to orgasm. This happened four or five nights. You understand, that wasn't enough for me.

And one day we were sitting at her place, having already drunk some cognac I bought. She was sitting on a stool at the computer in a long t-shirt and denim shorts, I was in a chair behind her. My hands were stroking her stomach, we were chatting about something. I reached under her t-shirt and began stroking her breasts over her bra, she pretended nothing was happening. I started squeezing and lifting her large, heavy tits.

— Stop it — She tried to put authoritative notes in her voice. But heated by the cognac, by the nightly handiwork on her body, I could no longer stop. First, I pretended I was going to remove my hands and even said the phrase: "yes, of course." But then I quickly moved my hands to her sides and then to her back, they were still under her t-shirt. I unclasped her bra.

She tried to press her hands to her chest and protest. But one of my hands was already on her breast, squeezing her nipple, which immediately hardened.

She started screaming my name (not too loudly, so the neighbors wouldn't hear) and trying to remove my hand, but this only led to my other hand ending up on her other breast. I started kissing her neck, and with my hands kneading her breasts, first cupping them with my palms then squeezing my fingers so they moved towards her nipples. Leaning my weight on her, I pressed her against the table. She calmed down and fell silent, and my hands were now under her breasts. My left hand crawled down her stomach. And then I encountered an obstacle in the form of a button on her denim shorts, which were tight on her, and with one hand it was impossible to unbutton them. When I brought my other hand down, my kitten decided to show her claws again. She started kicking and screaming for me to stop (though these screams weren't very loud either, and the resistance wasn't fierce). But I couldn't take her shorts off in that position. I removed my hands and stood up. Katya started putting herself in order, and I immediately grabbed her by the arm, pulling her off the stool onto the floor. I sat on top of her, but she managed to cross her legs, and now held them intertwined. I pinned her hands to the floor above her head with one hand. With my other hand, I started groping under her t-shirt. With my lips, I pressed into her mouth, but the disobedient bitch (for now disobedient) clenched her teeth.

Taking her face with my free hand, I turned it towards me.

— Look me in the eyes — She obeyed. Started looking me in the eyes defiantly.

— Spread your legs and open your mouth — I removed my hand from her face.

— No — sounded somehow quiet and timid, she averted her gaze again.

With both hands, I pulled off her t-shirt and bra, no resistance followed, but she still held her legs intertwined and her jaw clenched. This infuriated me. Roughly lifting her, taking her by the hair, I dragged her to the bedroom.

— Let go, it hurts — she began to plead.

That's just the beginning. I threw her on the bed. She took a pillow and, covering herself with it, looked at me with fear and curiosity. I, opening the closet, took out her tights from there. Which surprised her.

— Why do you need those?

— You'll find out now — I said softly, smiling and walking towards her. She looked at me like a rabbit at a boa constrictor. Taking the pillow from her, I fell on top of her, she tried to fight, but where could she, I tied her hands with the tights, and tied the other end of the tights to the radiator behind the headboard. I stood up and looked at the fruit of my efforts. Katya lay topless, all disheveled and red, breathing heavily, her breasts rising smoothly in time with her heavy breathing. Her hands were tied above her head. In general, a sight to behold.

— Stop it, this is no longer a joke, untie me. — She again tried to speak in an authoritative voice — If you don't untie me, I'll scream until the neighbors come.

I started approaching the bed, taking off my t-shirt.

— Stop!! — She tried to kick me. I grabbed her leg, moved it aside, lay down next to her so she was on her side, and I was behind her. With one hand, I covered her mouth, with the other, I started kneading her breast again.

— And now listen to me — I said very quietly into her ear — Now you will call me master, and end every phrase with the word master or sir. I squeezed her nipple, first not too hard, then harder and increased the force until she started screaming into my palm. Then I started twisting it, Katya started writhing and trying to break free. I released the nipple and started stroking the other breast.

— Now I'll let you speak, and you'll tell me if you understood everything — I removed my hand from her mouth.

— Well, did you learn the first rule? — I squeezed the other nipple slightly.

— YES.

— How should you answer, master? — Squeezed the nipple even harder

— Yes master!!!

— well, quieter — and kneaded her breast, fiddled with her nipples — good bitch, for bad behavior I will whip you and punish you in every way. After each punishment, you will have to thank me. And if I even suspect that you are not thanking me sincerely, I will repeat the punishment. Clear, sunshine? — She was silent.

— Well then, I'll have to explain it differently.

I turned her onto her back, unbuttoned her shorts, and pulled them off along with her panties. Stood up to admire the given beauty, she no longer crossed her legs, but held them together so I could see her shaved triangle. I went to the kitchen, took a knife, a candle with matches, and ice, went into the room and took a paper clip. When I returned to the bedroom, a wonderful picture presented itself. Katya was standing on all fours, so her buttocks were spread apart and the ring of her virgin anus was visible, and her vagina was not hidden by anything, she was trying to free her hands with her teeth. I carefully approached, she was so engrossed that she didn't even hear me. I placed my left palm on her pussy, and my thumb on her anus and pressed slightly.

— Need help? — I said into her ear. She tried to move her legs but it was too late. I placed my other hand on her shoulder and began caressing her pussy. It was already all hot there, with my thumb I moved over her anus, and with four fingers back and forth over her pussy.

— What is my little bitch busy with here? — I said this tenderly — Not good, bitch, well, you'll have to be trained. Come on, spread your legs wider.

I took the knife. Her eyes widened in horror

— What are you going to do — Her voice trembled with horror.

Don't be afraid, it's not for you — I said and took panties from her closet, cut off the elastic band from them. She was still on all fours, looking at me with fear and excitement. I took the belt, took the panties I had pulled off her, wiped her pussy with them.

— And now we'll train you

— Are you going to whip me? — she said with interest and excitement.

YES and you will count the blows, and if you make a mistake, you'll have to start all over again, if you scream I'll use your panties as a gag and whip you twice as long, understood?

— Yes

I approached and took her nipple, squeezed it. She clenched her teeth but didn't scream.

— How should you answer your master?

— I'm sorry, master. I will correct myself.

— Good girl, and as punishment, I'll hang something on your nipples — with these words, I took the paper clips and put them on her nipples.

What should you say? — I swung and hit her buttocks with the belt.

— What, master.

I hit her harder

— YOU should thank me for the punishment, Say thank you for putting the clips on your nipples.

— Thank you, master, for the clips.

I wrapped her hair around my right hand and with the other swung for a blow with the belt

— Count the blows

The belt whistled down onto her ass

— One.

I waited until a mark appeared on her ass, then swung and hit again parallel to the first.

— Two.

Into the third blow, I put my full strength, Katya hissed

— Three.

Then I started hitting her with the belt without stopping, she only had time to count the blows. When the count reached 25, there was no place on her ass that the belt hadn't passed over. Enough for the first time, I decided. Putting the belt aside, I turned her over. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, her breathing was heavy. (Specially for .org — ) I pressed my lips to her mouth, with my tongue caressing her palate, and with my other hand began fiddling with her clitoris, stroking her labia. Between her legs, everything was wet. Breaking away from her lips, I inserted two fingers into her vagina and started fucking her with them.

— What should a bitch say after a whipping?

— Thank you, master, for punishing me.

I started twisting two fingers inside her vagina.

— Do you like being a whore? — She wanted to remain silent, but I spread my fingers inside her pussy and started rotating them.

— Yes, master.

I got off her, pulled off my pants and underwear, my cock was already so hard you could knock down trees with it. Katya lay with her legs spread, her pussy already glistening with lubrication. I took a pillow, put it under her ass, so her pubic mound was arched, and her vagina was completely exposed.

I took her by the hair, lifted her head and slapped her, then another one. When I swung for the third time, she closed her eyes, and instead of hitting her, I started kissing her again, simultaneously entering her. It was hot and tight inside her pussy, (18 years old, though not a virgin, but hadn't given birth yet). I started picking up speed, working my hips faster and faster. With my hands, I started squeezing her nipples with the clips on them. Squeezing then releasing, each time I squeezed, her whole body seemed to be jolted with electricity. Several times her convulsions lasted about a minute. This continued until I came violently inside her, together with her.

After that, I got off, looked at her face, she was all sweaty, sweat was on her face, neck, breasts, basically everywhere.

I stood up, removed the clips from her nipples, to which she only winced now. On the pillow I had placed under her was a large, unambiguous stain.

— WELL, my dear, you'll make a wonderful whore...

To be continued...

Actually, this was a trial of the pen, give ratings, comment, just not too harshly. Especially interested in the opinion of the fairer sex. If you want a continuation, write to the mailbox