1 hour ago

Absolutely lost in the delicious memories of those first few months of young Christian's submission I failed to notice I was no longer alone. A loud clearing of a throat snapped me back to the present only to find a guard standing outside my cell staring at me strangely. The pleasurable tingling in my nether regions alerted me that my body had subconsciously reacted to my trip down memory lane and I had two fingers shoved up my hot wet pussy. The haze of desire brought on by mentally reliving the time I'd introduced my favorite pet to my lifestyle still had me under its spell and I turned to the not at all bad looking guard with bedroom eyes. Fuck I was horny. Not even pausing in my self-pleasure I purred to the man watching me, "see something you like? Maybe you want to join me?" He was not my usual type, by any means. He was too... average, nothing about his face or body was worth writing home about and he was, at just over 30, too old for my tastes. But I haven't gone this long without dick since I was sixteen and was, at least in this daydream induced haze, willing to lower my standards, just this once...

Unfortunately he must have believed I was making fun of him as his whole body stiffened and anger flashed across his face before he quickly took that stoic position well known to those in the law enforcement and military professions. Well, I could understand his reaction, I was way out of his league and it was very apparent that he knew that. Sighing I removed my hand, disappointed that I hadn't at least reached release before he interrupted me since he plainly wasn't going to help me out. I was so, so looking forward to getting out of here and finding myself a handsome young submissive; maybe I'd even reward Mike, for helping me out, with an especially energetic scene or two?

Seeing that I was now more presentable, average guard guy finally decided to speak, "Get up and stand in the middle of the cell, Mrs. Lincoln. I'm here to transport you to the courthouse to hear the reading of the jury's findings. I just rolled my eyes and did as he asked; does he think I am stupid, of course I know why he is here... once I'm in place as directed he tells me to turn around and put my hands behind my back. Fuck this shit is annoying. Doing as asked I heard the cell door unlock and open and before I knew it the handcuffs were being snapped on my wrists. I smirked slightly, don't they know this shit turns me on? The rough medal rubbing against my skin automatically reminds me of the last time, outside of this recent legal issue I'd found myself trapped in, I'd worn cuffs like these.

8 years ago

I was staring out the window in my bedroom drinking a glass of Linc's most expensive scotch, he was a fool if he actually thought I didn't know where he kept his hidden stash. I was nervous, and if I'm being honest more than a little bit excited; it had been a long time since I'd allowed someone to dominate me and in my own playroom of all things. There was no way around it though, not if I wanted to keep Christian and like hell was I going to let him walk away. Usually when one of my boys got to be this age, younger even, I lost interest and sent them on their way- better off for knowing me, but Christian was another story all together. No one, and I mean no one, could make me feel the way he did. He had an ability to please a woman, sexually, that I'd never experienced before; his lips, his tongue, his long nimble fingers, and don't get me started on his long thick dick. Even the briefest thought of that cock pounding me the way only he could, I mean his stamina alone, was enough to nearly send me into convulsions. Yeah there was no way he was going anywhere, it's a damn good thing I was an expert on topping from the bottom because I wasn't about to give up all the control either.

I started to realize several months ago that he was getting restless with our arrangement and as sad and panicked as it made me it wasn't really much of a surprise. As phenomenal as he was as a submissive, meticulous, disciplined, high pain threshold, a dick that could outlast the energizer bunny he has always been a dominant by nature. When he came home for spring break last month and informed me he no longer wanted to continue our arrangement as he no longer had any interested in being a submissive, I could see it in his eyes- there was nothing I could do to change his mind. Instead I decided to do something I never thought I would again, I offered to be the submissive instead. Sure I managed to put some conditions on it under the guise of teaching him how to be a Dom, but I would have done just about anything to keep him to myself. Because the thing that was making me so uneasy wasn't the idea of submitting to him, I knew he was going to make me cum like a freight train, it was the reason why I was doing it- somewhere in the middle of all this I made a fatal mistake, I fell in love with him.

Sighing I drained my glass and headed to the bathroom to get ready. He'd obviously been thinking about this for a while as his instructions were very specific; I was to shower using the soap and shampoo he'd purchased, make sure any hair was removed from my legs, pussy, and underarms, apply a generous amount of lotion to every inch of my skin, apply only a minimal amount of make-up, tie my hair back from my face, and dress in only a black lace thong and silk robe. Fifteen minutes before the time we'd agreed he was to arrive I was to enter the playroom, remove the robe, and kneel in the standard submissive position next to the door and facing the wall. By the time I'd completed all my preparations and was ready and waiting I found that all my trepidation was gone, replaced by a desire and anticipation I hadn't felt in a while. I'd forgotten how exciting it could be to give up my body to someone else entirely for their needs and desires. The excitement I was experiencing was so consuming that it felt like hours, days even, before he finally opened the door and strolled into the room.

Facing the wall head down inhibited my view but I was able to see enough to start a river flowing from my pussy. He was bare foot and wearing an old pair of worn out ripped jeans and his stance was unlike anything I'd seen before. This was a part of him I'd only sensed before. It was if he was wrapped in shroud of total authority and dominance and it sent a wave of pleasure down my spine. I was lost in his pheromones, pure alpha male and sexual energy oozing from every pore. My. God.

His voice, powerful and sexy as hell, brought me back into the moment and out of the puddle of goo I'd fallen into, "Elena, stand up and move to the center of the room." My body reacted automatically, his overwhelming dominance leaving no room to do anything but obey his commands. Keeping my head bowed I followed all of his commands as quickly and as gracefully as I could until I found myself blindfolded and retrained on the spanking bench. My wrists were handcuffed behind me and my ankles spread open wide and attached to the base of the table with more cold metal cuffs. Silence descended on the room as he must have just been staring at me trussed up like this and my heart began to beat loud and fast. Without the slightest bit of warning a snapping sound sounded in the air nanoseconds before the sharp bite of a whip was felt on my ass. I tensed slightly but made no sound but holy hell did that hurt, he had one hell of an arm and, as the blows rained down, an obvious talent for the whip that I hadn't anticipated. After every few hits his hands ran over my body soothing the ache and by the time the whip stopped falling I was panting with need and already well on my way to subspace.

Moving around until he stood in front of me, he lifted the blindfold from my eyes and I was at the perfect height to watch him slowly undo each button on his jeans, fuck he was bare chested and the sheen of sweat covering him was hot as hell. Reaching in he pulled out his stiff hard cock, stroking it slowly over and over, up and down. I was mesmerized by the sight before me and a soft whimper escaped in my need to have that glorious sign of manhood inside me. "Quiet," he barked, his voice cold and hard, as he moved closer and tapped his dick on my mouth. Instinctively my lips opened and he shoved himself inside in one quick hard thrust pushing himself roughly all the way to the back of my throat. I'd always hated deep throating and he knew it but it didn't stop from attempting to thrust himself all the way down my esophagus and I couldn't prevent the gagging that ensued. Displeased with my reaction the whip, much harder than before, flew again hitting my entire back and ass, "relax your fucking throat and swallow. You will take it, all of it and if you throw up I will beat your ass to within an inch of your life." Fuck, that was hot. Remembering the lessons I learned many, many years ago I did as he asked and blew him with an enthusiasm I never would have expected to have for sucking dick until finally I could feel his hot spunk flowing down my throat like lava. I would have expected a first time Dom to verbally show his pleasure during an orgasm this long and powerful, but he remained perfectly silent and it made me proud as fuck.

After his dick stopped throbbing he pulled out of my mouth and backed away, "Good Girl". I pleased my master! Will I now be rewarded? From the corner of my eye I watched him remove his jeans before replacing the blindfold and moving behind me. I just managed to catch my gasp when three fingers were shoved roughly into my pussy, I was so close to exploding and he was so very good at this that it took every once of control not to cum. When he just about reached my point of no return he removed his hand and I wanted to scream, I'd forgotten how frustration be a submissive could be. I could hear him removing something from the chest of toys and it seemed like forever before I sensed him move into position behind me. Again without warning, a finger covered in lube entered my ass and circled around stretching my hole, it was divine. Before I knew it his finger was removed and quickly replaced with a lumpy hard object. Within seconds of it being pushed all the way in I began to feel the uncomfortable burning sensation- mother fucker, ginger root, this could only mean one thing... "You made noises without permission and gagged on my dick, you will be punished with fifteen lashes of the belt followed by ten more with the cane." Well that was harsh, I guess I shouldn't be surprised, I'd inflicted worse punishments on him for infractions even less than mine, pay back is a bitch.

By the time he was done belting and caning me, my ass, back, and thighs were on fire and I knew I'd be left with a number of painful welts and bruises but the pain from the beating was nothing in comparison to the burning ache of the ginger root shoved up my asshole. His hand traveled over my skin softly sending a shiver through me, I was so turned on I could cum without even a single touch. "Your skin is such a lovely shade of red, Elena, and this gingerroot sticking out of your ass is quite the turn on, do you think I should leave it in a while longer?".

Hiding my groan as I sure as hell hoped not, I'd forgotten how much I hated gingerroot, the burning never seemed to stop getting worse. But he was the Dom right now, not me. "Whatever you think is best, Master."

"I like it so I think it will stay in a bit longer." Fuck! Before I could even think about ending this charade and ordering him to remove it his giant cock slammed into me, hard, and every thought just vanished. He pounded into me, relentlessly, and I could feel my walls beginning to tighten. I needed to cum oh so badly but I couldn't, not without permission. Just as I was, once again, about to reach the point of no return, permission or no permission, he pulled out of me and hot ropes of semen hit my ass and back. No, please no...I need to cum! I was really regretting all those times I'd forced him to hold his orgasm, he was obviously going to make me pay for it. As he rubbed the cum into my skin he confirmed my suspicions, "we are just getting started here Elena, you better find more control over your pussy as it will be a while before I let you have your release." Reaching out he grabbed my pony tale and roughly pulled my head back by my hair and leaning over growled in my ear, "this is about my pleasure now, not yours." Fucking hell, this was going to be a long night, at least he reached down with his other hand and yanked out the gingerroot...

45 minutes ago

I am abruptly brought back into the present when another guard joins us and shoves me, hard, into the awaiting transport van. Fucking asshole. Although, I guess he did me a favor... I don't like thinking about my time as Christian's sub, not because I didn't enjoy it, fuck did I ever, but because it lasted only brief few months. No matter what I did, no matter how much I took, it just wasn't enough for him. Each session got harsher and more meticulous, almost bordering on cruel, but I didn't care so long as I had him in my life and his dick in my pussy. But as the months passed and the time between scenes grew longer I knew my time with Christian was limited- he wanted, needed, something else...something I couldn't provide. He'd confided in me that he'd had a specific fantasy for quite some time- a petite, pretty, and brown-haired girl tied up giving him complete submission and not just for a single scene but for an entire weekend, complete and total TPE.

It may have taken him years to figure out the meaning behind his very singular desire, but I'd know the moment he first spoke of it. Christian had some serious Mommy issues. I could manipulate, connive, distract, and seduce men like no other but there were certain things even I couldn't overcome. Christian's need to punish his dead Mommy was too strong and I had no choice but to let him go, at least as my sexual partner. I'd never been as monogamous as I had been during my time with Christian (not entirely, of course, that would have been absurd) and I loved him like I never had anyone before or since. I couldn't lose my control over him or his presence in my life entirely so instead I came up with a plan.

At first I'd tried getting pregnant, but I was already in my 40's (not that I would have admitted that to anyone) and it wasn't so easy anymore. When I knew I was out of time I devised the 'waiting' plan- let the bird free till it tires of its adventures and be there when it comes home to nest. I was already well known in the lifestyle and helping a few 'friends' find suitable subs so it wasn't hard to talk Christian into letting me find them for him too. If I couldn't keep his dick for myself at least I could control and decide who had access to it. I was very careful in my searches, for him it was about a certain look but for me it was about a certain character type. As far as I was concerned I was just loaning him out, he was and is (whether he knows it or admits it or not) still mine and I was just sitting back and waiting for him to realize I was what he wanted and needed. I couldn't afford for any of those stupid little girls to catch his attention outside of the playroom, the wealthier and more powerful he became the more important my choices also become. I needed stupid, shallow, gold-digging whores who were submissive by both nature and choice. Christian may prefer submission in the bedroom but outside of it he'd never love anyone other than a true Alpha female. He never knew how many of those little girls I'd had grow out and dye their hair as it wasn't easy constantly finding girls that perfectly matched both of our criteria, hell I sometimes had to start looking a year ahead of time. And my fucking plan was working- not one single girl caught the attention of more than his dick (although Leila had me worried for a while). I was so damn close to getting what I wanted when that damn whore, Anastasia, came waltzing in and stole my man. I still don't know what he sees in her, her pussy must contain some sort of narcotic and hallucinogen.

Lost in my maudlin thoughts I almost didn't notice we'd arrived at the courthouse. Everything about the trial began to assault my mind and I could at least admit that I'd allowed my impatience for Christian to overshadow my better judgement at times. I needed him so much, needed to capture that feeling of being with him that I may have been a little careless with the number and type of boys I'd seduced. Well, I'd learned my lesson on that front and when I walked out of here in an hour or so I wouldn't make that mistake again. Then again I wouldn't have time to, I'd be too busy taking that whore down and getting back my man. I'd make him see the error of his ways and cut that little hussy loose and together we'd raise his kids- one happy family.