All characters in this story are over 18 years old.

All characters in this story are over 18 years old. I didn''t know I was submissive until about a year ago. I had been a horny teenager, and I had always liked getting myself off to porn, but after the first couple of years of being married, I started to lose interest in sex. For years, we would have so-so sex maybe once a month. It turns out he was asking too nicely. Ever since we discovered our mutual interest, life keeps getting better. Namely, him tying me up and torturing my clit until I''m on the edge of consciousness, or getting on my knees and sucking his cock while he holds my leash in his hand, or any number of ways he can dominate me and I can serve my perfect Master. I love being tied up. Being bound and helpless, at his mercy, makes my pussy drip like a faucet. The more immobilized, the more exposed and available for his use, the better. Having my legs wide open or my ass in the air are a couple of my favorites. But, binding like that takes time and planning, so I don''t get my wish often. Tonight is one of those nights. I must have been a good girl this week, because he has me tied up on a stool, with my wrists together and suspended above my head, my ankles secured to the legs of the stool and my knees forced open with my shaved pussy exposed to him. I can feel it warm and tingling, the wetness increasing in anticipation. I moan quietly through the silk scarf in my mouth, tied behind my head. I am completely naked, except the ropes and padded leather shackle-cuffs around my wrists and ankles. He is still fully clothed, wearing his work clothes. When he got home today, he didn''t say a word, just dropped his bag, scooped me up like a sack of flour, and carried me down to our special room. Once we got there, he didn''t have to tell me what to do. While he went to get what he needed from the cabinet, I stripped to my thong and bra and waited for his next command. I knew what was coming, because he had texted me at lunch. Just one message: "be ready to fuck" and my reply: "yes Master". I spent the rest of the afternoon getting my body ready for him, just the way he liked it. I washed and styled my long blonde hair, shaved my pussy completely bald and smooth, put on all his favorite scents and finished it off with a tiny temporary tattoo on my ass that said "Daddy''s Little Slut". In my bra and thong, I stood still and watched him pick out what he wanted, set it on the table, then walk to me, looking my body up and down. He nodded slightly in approval and I felt wetness escape my pussy and start to soak the crotch of my thong. I love to please him. "Good girl, you look ready for Daddy. Let''s see if you feel ready." He came close enough for me to feel the heat from his body, smell the scent of his skin. He kissed me softly on the lips, then pulled away to inspect my tits. They were bursting out of the top of my push-up bra. He put both hands on them and squeezed, then pulled one out to pinch the hard pink nipple. He moved his other hand to my thong and brushed my pussy lightly through the fabric, feeling the full lips. I saw the corner of his mouth rise as he felt the dampness seeping through. It took every ounce of self control to stand still until he told me otherwise, I wanted so badly to rip my thong off and grind into his hand while he finger-fucked me. Or touch myself, anything to release this yearning ache building between my legs. I chewed the inside of my lip. He wasn''t looking, fixated on my pussy, he rubbed a few more light circles over the fabric, then he pulled the waistband out and slipped his hand inside my panties, searching out my hole with his skilled fingers. He pressed his lips against mine while he teased my pussy, tracing all around my folds, my clit, my hole, but never giving the pressure I craved. In the same moment, he kissed my neck and shoved two fingers deep inside my pussy. I couldn''t help gasping and gripping his shoulders to balance myself. After only a few forceful pumps with his fingers, the heel of his hand on my clit, I was shaking "I''m coming," I panted. Since that orgasm, he hasn''t let me come again, the whole time he was tying me up, though he teased me plenty with his random impulsive groping and caresses. I love when he randomly grabs my tits or gets a quick taste of my skin, because I know he is doing just what he wants with his horny little toy. He''s grabbing something from his pile on the table and walking toward me. When I see what it is, I lift my chin. This is one of my favorite things. I close my eyes to better feel the sensation as he wraps my collar around my neck, the metal clinking as he secures it snugly around my throat. I open my eyes and look at my Master, feeling completely His while collared. My pussy tingles again and aches for his touch as my eyes go black from the blindfold he slips on me. The next thing I feel are his lips on my pussy. "You made a mess of the seat, you are dripping all over it", he scolds. He continues to kiss and taste my pussy, and my ache turns into exctasy, pleasure spreads from my pussy, down my legs, up my spine, electrifies my nipples. I enjoy the pressure of the shackles as I involuntarily strain against them. He can tell I''m close and encloses one breast in his strong hand, squeezing the nipple as he shoves the fingers of his other hand deeply and forcefully into me and sucks my clit, then alternates to flicking it with his tongue. All the tension that has been building, dammed and denied, suddenly breaks forth and shakes my body to every extremity, making my whole face and feel light and electric. He hums in satisfaction, feeling the orgasmic contractions of my pussy on his fingers. But I know he still wants me to say it, no matter how obvious it seems to me, and it''s my pleasure to obey. "You''re making me come so hard, Master!" He doesn''t stop, but sucks my clit mercilessly in its post-orgasm sensitivity, making me scream in pleasure I can barely handle, might not be able to withstand without being tied up. From there, he demands that I count the orgasms out loud each time he makes me come. When I get to 20, he withdraws his head and hand and I suddenly feel cold air on my throbbing pussy. Still blindfolded, I don''t know what''s coming next, but I hear him rustling things on the table. I feel something push my pussy lips open. To cold to be his dick, but satisfyingly thick, I know it must be a dildo. He holds the head there for a moment, gently playing with my hole, probably watching the way the lips part, the way the swollen lips mound up in soft, satisfying hills as my pussy gets barely penetrated. I don''t know how big this dildo might be, so I mentally brace myself for anything. Expecting him to shove it in me, I''m surprised instead to hear a mechanical whirring begin. He wasn''t just teasing me, he was positioning a fuck machine. It starts slow and shallow, like it''s shyly gauging the terrain, but I am definitely ready for more. I love the relentless pumping I know will come when Master decides to turn it up. I moan in pleasure and encouragement. "Did you want something, dear? You know you have to ask." Of course. "Please turn it up and fuck me harder and deeper, Daddy," I beg and pout. "And why would you want that?" "Because I''m a cock-hungry cum-slut, Daddy," I confess. "Yes you are." He agrees, approvingly, and turns the dial up. The dildo slides deeper in me and pushes my pussy walls apart and I realize this is one of the bigger ones. The red one? I wonder, imaging how it looks sliding in and out of me over and over, glistening with the wetness streaming from my pussy. I hear Him moan softly and wonder if he''s stroking himself at the sight of his sub, tied up and machine-fucked by a girthy dildo, overcome with pleasure. When I think about His cock, it pushes me over the edge and the machine strains against my clenching as I come again. Without a word, he turns the dial up again, making the machine fuck me even faster and deeper. I can feel the base of it as it sinks all the way into me, and I start to have orgasms so close together I can''t tell where one ends and the next begins. When I''m nearly delirious and have lost all count -around 58? - it suddenly slows down and I have just enough time to catch my breath before I hear the humm of a powerful vibrator being switched on... I know it''s a want when he presses the big powerful head on my clit and I yelp at the overwhelming sensation. He turns the fuck machine back on and continues to grind the wand into my clit, exposing it by spreading my lips wide with his fingers. He lets out approving groans as I writhe and grind under the two machines. It''s too much and I feel the strongest orgasm yet start in my clit, spread to my convulsing, clenching pussy walls, even to my ass, and the feeling dances across every inch of my skin, my nipples harden, my face and head feel like they''ve been splashed with ice water, my face contorts, my back stiffens, my fingers and toes curl, my hips left from the stool and try to thrust into the machine, and I become a desperate, insensate mess. My Master takes the vibe away, knowing I''m at my limit, but lets the machine go a few more strokes just for the pleasure of seeing me so uncontrollably aroused. I realize I''m pouring sweat. He stops the machine, lifts my blindfold and gently strokes my head as I look at him with bleary eyes, totally spent. "What a good girl," he says. "But you''re not done yet." He''s halfway through unhooking my wrist and ankle shackles before I realize what he said. "Do I get your cock now, Daddy? Do I get your cum in my pussy? Or my mouth? Where do you want to put your cum, Master?" I ask eagerly. "Turn around and bend over the stool. I want that pussy." I see that he already has his dick out, but he''s still fully clothed. Why does it turn me on when he keeps his clothes on when I''m naked and he''s using me? I wonder idly as I try to find my balance, I bend over the stool and stick my ass in the air. He kicks my feet wider apart so I''m at just the right height. I feel him rub his head all over my hole, covering it with the juices of my orgasms, then he buries it in me and it''s so satisfying and warm, throbbing and alive and His, my Master''s, my Master''s dick inside me, my tight pussy wrapped around him, giving him pleasure. Before he even has a chance to thrust and pound me, I shout "Your hot cock is making me come, Master, just having you inside me makes your little slut so hot, I can''t help but come on your dick!" He moans "oooooh, yeah" as he starts to thrust and enjoy my hot wet pussy he spent so long preparing and training to orgasm for him. I come a few more times on his dick as he plays with my ass, pushing his thumb into it, it makes me orgasms more intense. Then he pulls out and rubs his cock all over my pussy, coating it, then rubbing the wetness on my asshole. I prepare myself and relax- I want this, I want his dick in my ass, but I know I have to relax. He presses his hard wet cock''s head against my tight hole and I relax while he pushes his way in, a quick, sharp pain quickly transforms into pleasure as he gently and slowly pushes his full length inside my impossibly tight ass. Not wanting to hurt me, he tentatively grinds, moaning in pleasure, hissing "yes, oh yes" as he slowly thrusts into my ass. As I loosen up, it feels better and better and his careful movements aren''t enough. "Master, please pound my ass. It feels so good." "Are you sure?" He asks. "Absolutely. Master, please pound my ass and make me come, if I''ve been a good girl for you." His voice comes out gruff, almost growling. "Oh, you''ve been a good girl, a good little slut! I''ll pound your ass and make you come, all right!" His words make my spine shiver. I love his Dom voice. He starts to pump my ass fast and hard, gripping my ass cheeks with both of his hands, using my copious pussy juice as lube. After I come, he pulls out and cleans himself quickly, strips naked, then buries himself in my pussy again, balls deep and dripping with sweat and my wetness. He first grabs the back of my neck, then wraps my blonde hair around his fist, using his other hand to control my hips, smashing me toward him. "Come, Master!" I plead. "Please put your cum deep inside my pussy! Please let me be filled up with your--" He drowns out my begging with a deep, gutteral growl as he impales me on his cock, throbbing and shooting his load into my pussy, leaving a part of himself inside his obedient little sub. I grind backward, helping him squeeze out every last drop into me. I can''t wait to walk around knowing I have Master''s come in me, reminding me who owns me when it leaks out into my panties. "Thank you, Master," I sigh as I collapse onto the stool. He pats me on the ass "You did good. Maybe I''ll let you do it again soon.""