Drunk In Love: The Complete Series: BBW BDSM Erotica (6 page)

“I have many ways for you to serve me. Are you ready?”

This must have been a trick question. There was only one answer that I was allowed to give, according to the rules.

“Yes, Sir, I am ready,” I repeated without any sarcasm or sass.

According to the rules, the word “no” didn’t exist for me anymore.

*****

“B
eing a Dom is really about submission.”

I wasn’t sure about that, as I was tied up and felt pretty damn helpless compared to him. What was he submitting to? I was the one with my arms tied behind my back. He could easily say that because his feet were not bound, and his mouth was not gagged.

My pussy lips spread open as my legs were tied in opposite directions. I was laying on some kind of chair in a room of his that looked like something out of a medieval times movie.

I was turned on by this; I always wanted to be taken and tied up. It was a secret fantasy of mine that I thought would never come true. Something excited me about someone doing something to me that I had no control over. Without my hands to touch or guide him, it would be completely up to Kyle’s discretion, and right now, he was giving me a speech.

“I must have more care for you, and my thoughts must be greater about what we are going to do—especially since I am training you.” He held a whip in his hand; a South African whip, to be exact. Part of my research was to know the tools of the trade. All of this was no problem, but what frightened me was the list.

It was a list of the five things that scared me—the given things that he may or may not do to me, and the five things that I must accept if they are done.

I tried to steady my breathing, feeling constricted from the ropes, but my clit was tingling in anticipation.

“Now, let’s get started,” he said, slapping my legs with the South African bull whip, a long stick that looked to be made of leather. Pain radiated through my legs and up to my sex. Who knew pain could feel so good? My cunt throbbed. I was hoping he would feel my sex and give it some kind of relief.

But this wasn’t about me, it was about him. I thought about his pleasure as I let out screams through my ball-gagged mouth.

“This part is what I call deepness training.” I wasn’t sure what that meant, but he turned around, going to a dresser in the room that I was sure had to be filled with pleasure- and pain-inducing items.

I felt wetness first. Looking down, Kyle was pouring clear lube over my pussy and my ass. I tried not to squirm under the coldness of the liquid. He might see that as insubordination, and I would get another lashing.

Shit... I couldn’t believe how many things I’d picked up over the week. It was almost as if I were a natural at this.

From his arms came the tools, and one in particular sent chills up my spine.

“This was on your list of fears. Is that correct?” Kyle asked, holding the rubber instrument in his hand. A clear rubber butt plug was its official name.

“I think it’s time that I turn off the lights—for you, my dear.”

A black scarf covered my eyes, and he tied it tightly around my head.

I could see nothing, not even a silhouette of him, and that’s when I got afraid. He thankfully released my mouth from the gag.

“Now slave, do you trust me?” I actually thought about the question. “Because between a slave and the dominant, there must be trust.”

The other word for submissive was slave; his sex slave to do whatever he wanted, and I had to trust him.

“Yes, Sir. I trust you.”

I really did.

“Well then, slave, let’s get started.”

I heard him moving around. I relied on my sense of hearing since I could no longer see.

I heard a noise, a vibrator, but before I could fully register it, it was already on me.

The vibrator was on high, directly on my clit, and there was no easing into this. All the videos I saw said that it was full blast or nothing at all. I breathed deep, moaning, trying to concentrate.

“Now, the only way for you to command your orgasms is to take your mind off of it,” he said, rubbing my ass with his finger and gently pushing inside with a finger around the rim.

“Recite the slave mantra,” he told me. Luckily, I knew it by heart, but I hadn’t practiced saying it with a vibrator on my clit or Kyle playing with my ass.

“Say it, slave!” he roared.

“I... I belong to my master,” I began, trying to think of the words as my pussy screamed to cum. My words were fumbled and bumbled as my lips quivered, and my body began to shake.

“I am his—his toy, and will be used...”

It started in my feet—heat like a hot, hundred degree day, creeping up my legs, crawling up my thighs, and igniting my cunt.

As I struggled to recite the mantra and the vibrator worked on making my clit submit, I felt Kyle’s hands in places no one else has ever touched me. I’d never had my ass played with before; no guy had even asked for it. This was the first time, and Kyle was going to be the one to deflower my ass.

“I will be used... as he wants.”

“This training is very brave of you; I’m glad you made that list, and at the very top was this,” he said, sticking his finger inside my ass a little further. I felt the orgasm trying to grip me, take control of my body, and I know he felt it too.

“You are not to cum yet,” Kyle said, slapping me on the ass with his hand.

“Yes, Sir!” I screamed. Tears were now forming in my eyes. I thought of the next line of the mantra as my ass was penetrated. I screamed, my voice radiating through the room.

“Listen to those lungs.” He backed the vibrator off my clit. “I want to hear that mantra. You are not finished yet.”

“Yes, Sir.” I managed to get the words out as he filled my ass with the plug. Slowly, he slid it deeper inside me. “I will be his slut in bed. My... my body... is his beauty.” I fumbled over the words, stuttering as my body began to shake.

My pussy being was coaxed to cum, my ass was being filled for the first time, my hands were tied, and my eyes were covered. There were so many sensations for me that were new and intense.

“I’m here, you are safe. You have to trust me,” Kyle told me as if he could read my thoughts. “Relax your body and finish that mantra.” He eased the plug back out, only to push it in again. I clenched my bound hands into tight fists.

“I... I will make you proud to possess me...” I felt the fire blazing over my body now. My ass was getting fucked. I couldn’t believe it. The difference in sensation was incredible. Why had I not done this before?

He was inside me, yet it wasn’t my pussy being filled. I always thought it would hurt, but Kyle was being so gentle. The vibrator was still there, but the intensity was lower, and yet I was desperate to cum. I almost forgot the rule.

“May I please cum, Sir? Please?” I begged for permission under my cloaked eyes. I heard nothing but the vibrator and the sound of my own ragged breathing. I felt like an eternity passed before he responded. Until then, I tightened my stomach, concentrated through my clenched fists, and felt like any minute I would lose control and explode.

“Yes, you may.” The vibrator speed was intensified; his slow strokes of the plug were sped up, too.

Like an aerosol can when placed in a fire, my body seemed to explode. The orgasm inside me caused my muscles to seize.

Kyle began untying my limbs. First my legs; then my hands were set free. He even removed the plug from my ass, creating another sensation and sending me into an orgasm that sent screams of pleasure through the room. I flailed around like a tasered prisoner—hell, I actually
was
a prisoner; a prisoner of my own orgasm, and Kyle’s slave.

He let the silk scarf fall from my eyes. Looking up at Kyle, I saw that he no longer wore his mask and his smiling face looked like he was in Heaven. 

“You did well, Sam. You did real well.”

I felt relief, like a pupil getting a passing grade from their teacher.

My eyes went down Kyle’s body. Poking out of his pants was his throbbing cock. It was brick-hard and pointing directly at me.

Kyle grabbed it, shaking it in my direction.

“Ready for the next round?” he asked, winking at me. I liked this—no, I loved it! I wished I knew Kyle years ago. I hadn’t felt sexier in my whole life, and Kyle had now seen me and touched me in places that my doctor hadn’t even visited. I felt safer with him than the entire police department. I guessed this was the level of trust and love that the research talked about.

Out of breath and my body still ablaze, I answered again the only words a slave could utter.

“Yes, Sir.”

*****

H
is cock poked my tonsils with every thrust of his hips. He issued quick jabs into my mouth, with me trying to keep up. My instinct was to wrap my arms around his legs, but I had no control over them. Again, I was tied up for what he called “deep throat training.”

I was on my knees with my arms tied in a knot equivalent to what they learn at some kind of Boy Scout meeting. As much as I squirmed, I couldn’t get out of it. He had tied a knot that wouldn’t allow me to move.

As Kyle fucked my face, I slurped his dick like a vacuum, tightening my lips and squeezing my eyes shut as he held my head and pounded into me. I loved this too; all the things that felt like a chore with Trevor were now at the top of my to-do list.

One last thrust and Kyle flipped me around. We were now in his bed, and he went to the back of me, thrusting himself inside my pussy with the fury of an angry bull.

I screamed in ecstasy. Various octaves of his name and curse words were bouncing off the walls, just like he was now bouncing off of me.

“You know what you must do.” I wasn’t sure if Kyle was asking me or telling me. He was out of breath, and at this point, I didn’t care. With the earthquake-like orgasm rocking through my body, I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

He held my hands, using them as leverage to pound in and out of me.

“You must get your revenge.” I wanted to ask him on who, but my mouth couldn’t move except to make sounds of pleasure. “You do that, and I know you can be a Dom. You can do anything once you do that.”

My eyes rolled as he continued to pound into me. He was too long for me; his girth filled me, and without his permission, I was about to cum. But he wasn’t done.

“Your training was a success.” He said one word with each heave of his hips.  “You... finish... what... you... started... and... you... will... be... a... Mistress.”

Hearing that title used in reference to myself sent chills through me. Could I be like Mistress Diana? No, I was better than her. Any submissive could be a Dom, but me—I would be the best Mistress
ever
.

“Say it. What did I teach you? Say it.” He breathed heavy. The way his voice was wavering told me he was near cumming, too. I tried to think of the mantra—my special mantra—with the endorphins of my orgasm filling my brain.

“I... I am Mistress Samantha, the sexiest fucking Mistress alive.” I felt power when I said those words.

Picking up speed, he spread my legs further apart, bouncing off my sex like a trampoline.

“Again!” He ordered.

“
I am Mistress Samantha, the sexiest fucking Mistress alive!
” I screamed it from the top of my lungs now, breathless and cumming again for the umpteenth time.

“Yes... yes!” he growled at me as we continued. His intense vigor persisted, but I could not touch him. Instead, I squeezed my hands into fists again, praying this feeling would last forever.

Our bodies were becoming a conniption of cumming and pleasure. I knew what I must do now. I wasn’t sure how or the time it would take, but I would have to get my revenge on Brent. He was the last piece to the puzzle. He was what stood between me and my mistress status, and I had to become a mistress. I needed it like air, and I wanted to be a mistress as bad as I wanted to breathe.

T
ext fucking back and forth had now graduated to a face-to-face meeting. Kyle told me this would happen, and if I wanted to end this and gain my confidence as a Dom, this was what I would have to do.

But I was scared, afraid of what I might do. What if I reverted back to my old ways? Going back to my old cowardly self was as easy as flicking a light switch, but all of my work would have been in vain.

But that wasn’t possible, I told myself. I was a new woman, now that I was training with Kyle. I walked different. At work, people showed me respect, and at home, I had finally gotten rid of Trevor. I could do this.

All of these things went through my mind as I climbed the grey steps a to the place I said I would never return to. This was my last test. If I could pull this off, I would be a mistress. Then there was no turning back to the old ways of Sam the doormat. I would be Mistress Samantha.

Kyle said that eventually, Brent would come calling. “Let him come to you,” he coached me.

In the meantime, I worked out at the gym, seeing Brent a few times, but Kyle told me what to do about that also.

“Ignore him. Pretend like he doesn’t exist, because to a mistress, no one that is willing to submit has a heartbeat.”

I remembered his words like he’d said them yesterday. Weeks had passed, and I did what he said. Being patient was also a big part of being a mistress. Breaking a slave required patience, and I was practicing mine on Brent.

Concentrating on my machine and laughing with the other women became my new role in the gym. I didn’t even glance over in his direction at my weekly workouts. I noticed he was there and could feel his eyes on me, staring at me while he was supposed to be helping another client.

I loved it, and I fought the urge to laugh a few times. Instead, I would bend over, rubbing my voluptuous thighs, and pretend to stretch.

It all paid off when he sent me a text message offering a private training session. At first, I was very nonchalant and played the role.

“I really want to stretch you out over the table again, and this time, no one will interrupt,” said his texts, but this time, that wouldn’t happen. That’s what led me here.