Bound by Josephine Rousseau

Author:Josephine Rousseau [Rousseau, Josephine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-23T20:00:00+00:00

My mind drifts again. I am exhausted from the relentless tension in my body. I lose sense of time, and I find myself remembering when I first realized he was my Master. We had been dating for some months, gradually moving in that direction, yet never actually verbalized it.

Our sex was always intense, passionate, wild, but he had never stated it explicitly. I had always enjoyed when our sex got rough. I loved it when he held me down or when he spanked me.

We had been out to dinner together. He had told me to dress seductively and to wear stockings, but no panties. I remembered how deliciously erotic it felt, the bands of my thigh-high stockings enhancing my bare body. I felt as if everyone knew I was naked, and had felt so self-conscious.

Over dinner, he had told me that he wanted me to be his slave, his submissive. He told me that he loved my strength and independence, which was why my respect and submission to him was so gratifying.

As he had spoken, I felt the weight and truth of his words. He was right. I had loved other men, but I had never respected or trusted them, not like him. I knew that he had been grooming me for this moment, even as I had fallen deeper and deeper under his spell. It had felt perfectly natural, as if it was the obvious conclusion to the arch of our relationship.

When we had left the restaurant that evening, I knew things would never be the same.

Returning home, he had brought me to our room. He sat on the bed, and pulled me across his lap. My dress slipped up, exposing the tops of my stockings, and he pushed it up completely. My bottom was bare under his hand. My legs were spread wide.

He rubbed my soft flesh. I moaned and wiggled across his lap.

"Are you ready, little one?" He had asked me. I bit my lip.

"Yes, Sir," I answered, trying on the new title.

His hand came down hard on my ass, and I squealed before I could stop myself, almost wrenching free. He caught my wrists in his left hand, then pinned them to the small of my back. With his right hand, he had continued spanking me.

I moaned and sobbed and wiggled, helpless. It burned and hurt, yet I was so excited. The pain commanded my senses, forcing me in the moment. Feeling his strength as he held me in place made me feel so secure. I felt a peacefulness in my surrender as his hand struck me tender bottom.

His blows stopped, and he gently rubbed my red and ravaged ass. Tears were flowing from my eyes as I sobbed silently.

"Good girl," He murmured as he soothed my aching body. His fingers found my damp lips between my legs, and he pinched them, then slipped inside of me.

I was amazed at how wet and eager I was. It was as though his spanking allowed me to release and surrender.

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