"Lay on the bed and open your legs." He commanded.I hesitated, not sure what was coming next. He was getting very horny, very fired up as he stood there as my Master with that belt clutched tightly in his hand."Do it now. Or I will have to tie you up?"He knew I didn't like being tied, I had made that clear during our deep discussion about preferences. I did not know if this was an added fear factor for me or if he was simply playing his own game, but the sub in me wanted more and I knew I would do it anyway."Do I have to tie you up?" He repeated."No, Master."I got on the bed, spread my legs.“Keep still.” He ordered, “If you move I'll tie you tightly and do it all over again, but much, much harder, understand?”I nodded, too aroused and afraid to speak. I had guessed what was coming and although I was tense and expecting this to hurt, the part of me that would be hurt the most was gleaming with juice, pink and swollen, my clitoris erect and raising up from it's hiding place as i
I slept in his shirt that night, feeling wonderful to be constantly wrapped in something that had been close to his skin, surrounding me with the scent of my lover. That was the day I realised I would love him for the rest of my life.I knew not everything in my world was perfect. I knew nothing ever would be. I was happy to love him and be with him but at the back of my mind I kept thinking about what he had said about how he got those bruises. It made me wonder what else he had to face, what other dangers were out there that would one day creep up on me and give me something to really worry about. A hostage situation suggested he must have been armed. He would not have gone into a situation like that without a weapon. So I decided to ask him when I met with him later that evening. I knew he wasn't going to tell me everything about it, but he could at least tell me the truth, even if it didn't exactly put my mind at rest.I'd agreed to meet him at seven in the evening. I had no idea
And that was how we started. We saw a lot of each other while he was off work, then he had to go back and for the first few months, I'd worry if he was late calling but he would always get in touch, always assure me he was okay. We carried on meeting and our fun and games just got better. Cock sucking became a regular favourite, with him very fond of mentioning when we were out in a public place that his war wound was aching, then we would go somewhere quiet and I'd give him head, then we would carry on with our evening, knowing this was a game the two of us shared in secret. Sometimes we just enjoyed each other's company, kissing, cuddling, and talking about anything and everything. Other times he would make it clear he would be making my arse or go very red and even estimated the number of days till I'd be able to sit down again without feeling it, then there was the time he ordered me to wear a PVC mini dress that clung to me like a second skin, and shoes so high I could barely sta
Knowing nothing, being told nothing, was worse than any kind of bad news Celeste could have given me on the day of the shooting. All I had was memories and uncertainty, other times I'd feel sure he was dead and tell myself I had to accept this before it was confirmed to me because if I held on to any kind of hope it would only make the pain worse when I knew the truth.I would never know another man like Jonny, nor would I ever love anyone else the way I loved him. Sometimes I was angry because he had chosen to live a life that had led to this, other times I thought about the brave man who had lived with so much danger and adversity and I felt proud of him. Either way, I loved him with all of my heart, I had loved him from the day we met and even though I was grateful for the time we had spent together, I had my regrets: Life was short, I wished we had got together sooner. Right now, as I moved, as I walked, my widened hole rubbed together as if my arse had turned into a second vagina
I was on the verge of bursting into a fit of laughter as I carefully placed my case in the back of her car. She said little as we drove and kept her eyes on the road. She was trying to hide her embarrassment - I was very surprised a woman like Celeste would be shocked at sex toys but everyone was different, not every woman owned a vibrator - or many as I did. But all the same, I could just picture Jonny's face when I told him. He would find the whole thing hilarious. By the time we reached our destination the case incident had stopped being funny. All I could think about was holding him in my arms again.We had parked outside a rather nice house on the better side of my town."I asked him where he wanted to go and he said he wanted to be close to you.” She told me.Celeste left me to take my case from the car. I dragged it up the path as she was unlocking the front door and as she went inside, I followed and left it in the hallway.The house was quiet."Where is he?"Celeste lowered h
The sun had set gently into a burnt amber sky slashed with pink silken shades. The fading light threw its colours into the bedroom and it seemed to cover everything with its brilliance, the rainbow of warmth that lit up the room emphasised the peacefulness of the world we now found ourselves in. Jonny was sleeping in bed, lying naked beneath soft covers that smelled of fresh laundry and the scent of his skin. I smiled as I thought back to me as a girl, that teenager who used to dream of him - What I would have given to see him sleeping like this just once! Even up until we had met again all those years later, I had dreamed of seeing him lying in bed, picturing him naked beneath the sheets, me creeping up so quietly to wake him with a kiss as my hands strayed over his body... Now I knew what he looked like, and he was as handsome as I had imagined. Just looking at him lying there filled me with such desire I was instantly wet and aching to run my hands over him, feel his tongue in my m
I packed him a bag for the hospital and even as I helped him get dressed I felt as if I should be on my knees apologising for disrespecting his wishes. It was in me to obey, I felt at home and in my rightful place obeying the man I loved. And although common sense was screaming at me that I had done the right thing, when he told me to stay at home and wait for his return I felt like I was already being punished. He kissed me goodbye and said he would call me soon. Then the woman who I had felt so jealous of drove him away and I was left alone with guilt that only a submissive could understand. Yes, I had helped him. But I had also failed him because he had said, do not call that number. I knew deep down that he understood and in the end would probably have called her himself, but it was in me totally to obey and I had broken that. It was simmering away like an ache and only Jonny could make that pain go away with his forgiveness. We subs do not like making decisions when they question
Jonny called me later that day."Hello my darling, I'm really bored in here.” He said, "I've been thinking about you and I've decided when I come home I'm going to get some lube and see how stretchy you really are. You're all mine and I want to use your holes properly - especially your tight arse, which is also mine, by the way.”Those words sent a thrill running through me. I loved the way Jonny owned me!"As you wish Master."Jonny's voice lowered."I have to warn you that I'm getting very frustrated in here, Eve. I'm very tired and very sore and the last thing I feel like is a wank at the moment. But when I get home it will be a different matter. I may decide to force myself on you and take you hard. I might ravish you very roughly.""If it pleases you.""Yes, it will please me very much." Jonny told me, "Now I'm going to sleep for a while. Be a good girl and don't play with yourself tonight. I've decided when I come home I want to find you waiting for me looking sweet and pure, li