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chyanna -> First attempt at a BDSM story (4/11/2008 10:23:47 AM)
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tell me what Y/You think please A/all
“Where are you going submissive?”
“To the loo,” came the defiant answer,
“Did you ask permission?”
“I'm only going for a pee.” The respect no longer in her voice. This had been happening over the past few days. Ok she was busy with extra work and the demands of keeping the home as her Master liked, but He felt that something needed to be done before it went to far.
“Here,” the one word was spoken not unkindly but with authority. She stopped and looked. Not wanting to be stopped, she had put off going to the loo for long enough. she had been sorting out the kitchen cupboards, a job she had put off for some time. she was doing it for him she thought, wanting to say so, to keep the home as her Master liked, how He ordered her to. she sighed shaking her defiant thought to the back of her mind.
Slowly she moved towards Him, a sweet smile coming across her face, she went to put her arms around His neck, and in a sultry voice said, “You wanted me for something special Master?” wanting to warm the coolness she now felt in the air. Taking hold of each wrist he moved her arm down to her sides, “You want to pee submissive?” he asked matter of fact,
“Yes sir.” she answered a knot tightening inside her stomach, she knew the tone of her Master meant he was serious.
“Then you can pee here.” She let out an involuntary gasp, they had never played water sports. Ok when they had gone through the check list of what they would and would not do, she had put a 'would try if other wanted', but now to be told to pee herself, in front of her Master, in the living room, this was not what she had expected. She gave an awkward smile,
“Your joking aren't you?” she asked hoping rather than believing this to be the case.
“No submissive. I do not joke. Its just one simple order”
“Master can I do it in the bathroom, while you watch?” she gabbled, desperate to get out of the situation. she felt her heart pumping hard in her chest, her head was spinning. How could she pee herself? she suddenly became aware of the tight fitting black jeans she was wearing.
“Master i am sorry i…” she was not allowed to finish her sentence, her Masters finger touching her lips into silence.
“Submissive you tell me you don't want to pee your pants, I am your Master I tell you to do it now.” His voice was firm, there was no aggression in the order, but as the sentence finished, the submissive felt a warmth in her pants, realising she was doing as ordered, she was peeing her pants. She felt the delicious release as her bladder emptied, the warm wetness spreading over and down her jeans. She lowered her head, ashamed of her wetness, yet exhilarated by her submission to her Master.
“Good girl” her Master's voice was full of pride. But the embarrassment took hold of the submissive, “Can I change now Sir?” she started to move towards the stairs, the stairs that would lead her away from this humiliation.
“Hold on.” He took hold of her arm, you no longer need to go upstairs and your attitude tells me you are not yet ready to change out of your pants. She looked up into his face, a loving face looked back at her, no anger, no embarrassment for him, just love, the firm love that only a submissive sees. She lowered her gaze once more. Now the shame of the attitude she had shown her Master over the past few days came flooding back to her, now standing before Him her pants wet with her own pee, she felt totally ashamed.
“Go finish what you are doing in the kitchen, then you may come and ask to shower.”
“Yes sir” was her only answer as she moved to the kitchen. He sat back at his computer, and looked at his submissive as she went back to her work, the door left open. He could see her bending putting things back into the cupboards, he could see the darker area on her jeans. No he must not let himself think like that, this was not play, this was to teach his beautiful submissive, the one he loved more than any other. He looked back at the screen showing the emails waiting to be answered, but watching his submissive pee on order had turned him on more than he would ever of thought. Was it the obeying of the order or was it watching her do something that is taboo in polite society.
She felt the warmth slowly turn to coldness on her groin and legs, as she moved about the kitchen, putting the dishes, pots and pans away. Why had she started this job today, why was it that she never seemed to have the time to do the things she wanted. She felt tears spring to her eyes, she was uncomfortable, embarrassed, why was He doing this to her. she kept His home as He ordered she did all that was asked of her, she felt anger start to rise, as she continued. SMASH, she dropped a fruit bowl, slithers of glass showering over the floor. He looked up at the sound, and instantly knew his submissive was at breaking point, he left his work and entered the kitchen, the smell of his sweet submissive filled the air. “Leave that,” he ordered, “Ill clean that up.” He reached for the broom. "You're nearly finished, not much left" his voice reassured her, quickly and with out any effort he swept the broken glass into a dustpan and left the kitchen to put it into the dustbin. Once in the garden, he stopped, had he pushed her to far? Walking the fine line was not easy, even for a couple like them who loved each other beyond all things. He looked at the garden the spring flowers, starting to show their heads, another year with the one he loved. Life had brought them together some three years ago, and they had grown from strength to strength. No, he knew his submissive, this was good for her.
She took a deep breath, no she was not going to cry. He had come to clean the glass up, she was so glad about that, it was now very uncomfortable in her jeans, and she so wanted the shower. She started to clean the work surfaces, the final job. She looked at the kitchen floor, oh heck I suppose I should do that also, she thought, but as if reading her mind he entered the kitchen, “don't worry about the floor,” he said “that can be left until tomorrow.” She smiled inwardly; he seemed to know what she was thinking. The anger in her had gone, she was uncomfortable, and yet the feeling in her groin was one of longing, could this be turning her on?
Finished she walked into the living room and kneeling before her Master she announced she had completed cleaning the kitchen and asked could she now please go shower. He looked down at her, he so wanted her. she was so beautiful even with her hair falling about her dirt-streaked face. “You want to shower my submissive? Or would you prefer to remain were you are, while I finish what I am doing, then I will bath you. The decision is yours.” It was always special whenever her Master bathed her. The first time she was shocked at Master soaping her down. He had kissed her and explained that he bathed her because she was the most important thing in his life, and in bathing her he was able to check all was well. This was something that he done often, and it always made her feel so special, so wanted. She wanted to get out of the jeans but she felt a smile cross her face, “i will wait for my Master” came her reply.
As she knelt as his feet waiting for him, he gently asked “Submissive, what you are thinking?”
“I am so proud to be your submissive” she spoke quietly but with total honesty “i love you more than i have ever loved another.”
“Are you embarrassed by your wetness?” He asked.
“No sir not any more.” The love and submission to her Master had taken away all embarrassment.
Twenty minutes later as she stepped into the warm bath water, her Master now kneeling by the side of the bath. She smiled once more; he asked her “How did it feel submissive?”
“I was shocked at first” she started “then embarrassed, humiliated sir, but sir, the over whelming feeling was one of exhilaration. In submitting to your orders.”
“Submissive did it turn you on?” she lowered her eyes, and smiled shyly,
“Yes sir it did.” came the quiet reply.
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