Extreme Submission: Stories of Sex on the Edge (4 page)

Audra Morgan is a wife, mother, entrepreneur, writer, and possibly above all else, a submissive.  Her own personal experiences and perspectives are woven throughout everything she writes.  She is currently working on a short, humorous memoir about her experiences with her husband in the swinging community.  She is also in the midst of writing several short stories on the topics of both swinging and BDSM.  Turn the page for a look at the beginning of Audra’s new novella,
Diary of a Submissive: Kit’s Awakening
, available only on Amazon.

Diary of a Submissive: Kit’s Awakening

I sat at my desk, trying desperately to shake off thoughts of the night before.  A bit of role-playing and rough sex had suddenly transformed into something more, something neither James nor I had expected, and I wasn’t sure quite what to make of it.  I had a report to complete by four o’clock, and it wasn’t going to be ready if I didn’t stop fantasizing about how his fingers felt when they slid around my throat and squeezed just hard enough that I felt a little scared, or about the look in his eyes when I asked him to slap me harder.  No, I had to get my head in the game, or my ass would be on the line…and not in the pleasurable way.

I closed my eyes tightly, attempting to will away the images of a candlelit room, set up perfectly for our anniversary, with various treats and toys carefully spread out on the bed.  Massage oil, a satin blindfold, a glass dildo, and a riding crop were among the goodies that awaited me when we returned home from a romantic dinner at Muriel’s.  My stomach was full and happy after a dinner of crawfish crepes and bread pudding, and the after dinner cocktails had me feeling warm, and a little sleepy.  The scene before me when I opened the bedroom door woke me right up.  We had an amazing sex life, but James wasn’t often this romantic.  My interest was piqued.

Realizing that closing my eyes just made it worse, I focused on my laptop and began to enter numbers into the spreadsheet.  45 minutes until the deadline, and it was
not
looking good.  I noticed the faint bruise on my wrist as I typed, and again my mind wandered back to the night before.  Our clothes were on the floor within moments of getting home, and we fucked like mad without even giving the massage oil and toys a thought.  An hour, and several orgasms, later, I reached over to the massage oil and picked it up, then lay back down next to him.  “So were we going to use this, or what?”  He laughed, then looked somewhat embarrassed.  “I’m sorry.  I’d had so much in mind for tonight, but I got a bit carried away.  You just looked so beautiful tonight, all I could think about during dinner was tearing your clothes off and fucking you.” 

I smiled, happy that James was too distracted by thoughts of me to carry out his plans, no matter how fun they may have been.  I popped open the bottle of oil, letting it pour over my hand, then I rubbed my hands together,
climbed on top of him, and began to knead the muscles in his shoulders, arms, and chest.  He looked surprised, as this had not quite been the plan, but he relaxed into it and closed his eyes as he let out a soft moan.

Focus
, I commanded myself.  I could think about all this later.  Casting off thoughts of my hands on his body, the sounds he made as I rubbed him, and
oh
, the things that came later, I took control of my brain long enough to hammer out the last of the report, give it a quick proofread, and email it to the director. 
Done!
  I silently congratulated myself, gave myself a metaphorical pat on the back, and leaned back in my chair, finally knowing I could let my mind wander at will.  It was Friday, and an hour until quitting time, and I had a feeling this would be a weekend to remember. 

Speaking of remembering, I thought back once again to the night before, and to the surprising turn things had taken once I was done with the massage.  After grabbing a towel and wiping the excess oil off James’ back, we lay together and engaged in a little post-coital, post-massage chit chat about various happenings of the day.  After talking for a while, he grabbed the riding crop and playfully swatted my thigh with it.  I smiled,
then I asked him to do it again.  We’d played around with it before, but he always seemed hesitant to go too far.  Tonight, the look in his eyes told me he’d decided he’d like to change that.

James told me to flip over onto my stomach, and I complied immediately.  “So you
do
listen sometimes,” he remarked with a sarcastic laugh.  I slapped him and buried my face into the mattress.  He rubbed my ass tentatively, then he stopped. 

“What’s wrong?” I asked, turning to look at him. He wore a serious expression, as if something was weighing on his mind. 

“Nothing at all.  I’ve just been thinking a lot about our relationship, and about some of the things we’ve experimented with, and things we haven’t, and I’d like to give some things a try.”  Never one to question trying something new, I turned back to look at him again, this time giving him a big smile. 

“I’m game for anything you are,” I replied. 

“Good,” he said, “I hope you don’t regret saying that.”

I felt his hand on my ass again, but this time he kneaded it almost roughly, then gave it a harsh slap.  It felt different than the playful slaps I was accustomed to.  I moaned involuntarily at the surge of sensations, and he took that as his cue to slap me again, this time even harder. 
He rubbed my reddening skin, then he took the crop and struck me several times in a row, from my thigh up to my hip.  I cried out and he stopped immediately.  “No, no,” I panted.  “I like it!” 

With a swell of confidence, he resumed his work with the crop, this time on my other ass cheek.  He swatted me again and again until I was out of breath and whimpering, with tears streaming down my face.  The pain was very acute, and not something I was used to, but it felt good in a way that was inexplicable to me.  All I knew was that I wanted more.  It made me feel alive, and whole, and like I wanted to be his in a way I had never been before.  As
though  he was reading my mind, he gently grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head up off the bed.  I instinctively turned over and sat up, and he pushed my head down towards his cock, which was standing firmly at attention despite the sex we’d just had. 

“Suck me,” he said with a tone in his voice I’d never heard before.  It was guttural, raw,
bossy
.  And I liked it.  I took the tip of his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, then I licked up and down the length of his erection.  He let out a little moan, then his hand was in my hair again.  “No,” he barked.  “All of it.”  He forced my head down until my lips were pressed against the base of his shaft, and he moaned loudly as he heard me gagging.  I didn’t know how long I could keep that up, but I knew I wanted to try.

James pushed my head down as soon as I came up for air, and his cock rammed into the back of my throat.  Tears streamed down my face, and I realized with embarrassment that I was drooling all over myself and the sheets.  He didn’t seem to care.  Again and again he forced my head up and down, and I exerted every last bit of energy into not gagging, choking, or biting him.  I felt his cock swell in my mouth, felt the telltale signs of approaching climax, and I forced my own head down onto him as hard as I could, holding my position with him pushing down into my throat.

“No,” he said, pulling my head up, and he grasped his cock and pulled it from my mouth.  He stroked it hard and fast until he exploded, and I closed my eyes as the warm liquid hit my face.  Without even thinking about it, I licked my lips.  “That’s a good girl,” he said as he watched me, and I felt a little bolt of electricity shoot through me as I processed those words.  Yes.  Good girl.  I could be that.  At least,
sometimes
.  James grabbed a tissue and wiped off my face, then he collapsed onto the bed, pulling me down next to him and brushing my hair out of my face.  “Did you mind that?”  He asked, looking suddenly concerned now that the heat of the moment had passed. 

“Oh my God, no,” I replied.  “I’ve been waiting for years for you to take charge like that.”  James smiled, almost sheepishly. 

“Thank you,” he said softly.  “I’d like to do that more.  A
lot
more.”

For the next hour, we lay in bed talking about exactly what he meant by that.  He was hesitant at first, but he soon discovered I’d been quietly curious for a long time, I’d just been afraid to ask.  I knew he’d enjoyed bondage, administering pain, and being in control with his former girlfriend, but it wasn’t something he talked a lot about.  I was so strong-willed when we’d
met, it was a no brainer for him to not even bring that topic up when we began dating.  James lay next to me and  told me how much he enjoyed our relationship, and how happy it made him, but he also said he’d been craving more of me, of
us
, and that he finally felt ready to make it happen.  He grew even more serious as he told me he truly, sincerely wanted to take our relationship to the next level.  He wanted to become my Dominant.  And for possibly the first time in my life, I was speechless.

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