It was a ceremony of sorts; a symbol of trust and acceptance. A sign of my submission to Him.
As He sat, I stood before him, eyes downcast. Slowly I undressed, the removal of each item an acceptance of His claim over me.
Finally I stood, naked, offering myself to Him. Presenting myself to His scrutiny. He told me to turn around. I complied, letting Him study me, showing him the prize that was His.
“Kneel!” Master C demanded, ” You know what to do.”
I did as I was bid. I unbuckled His belt, unbuttoned and unzipped His jeans, reached inside His boxers and released His cock from its confinement.
I took His cock in my mouth, paying homage to it with my lips and tongue. I was determined to show Master C how diligent I could be in the performance of my duties. My mouth’s purpose was to please Him and I yearned to do my best.
As my service to Him brought Him to the point of no return, He pushed me from him. “Have I displeased you?” I asked.
“No, not at all, little one,” Master C replied, “I intend to mark you.”
He stroked his cock, His hand almost a blur. “I am claiming you, Morag,” he groaned, “I am marking you as mine. From this moment on, you are MY slut.”
His cock errupted. His cum sprayed over my face, it trickled down my neck, dribbling on to my boobs.
“Give me Your belt,” I asked in a small voice, His cum drying on my skin. He gave me an enquiring look. “Pass me Your belt Sir, it’s important,” I urged.
Master C slipped His belt from its stays and passed it to me. I accepted it and adopted a position of supplication, on my knees, my head bowed, my hands raised with His belt draped over them.
“I submit to You,” I said, “I submit to You and accept Your domination. I offer You this belt to use for my instruction and correction. I will accept Your discipline as You see fit to dispense it.”
Master C took the belt from my hands. I turned around as He folded it and cracked it sharply together.
I waited. The anticipation built. I heard the belt swish through the air. With a resounding smack, His leather kissed my arse. In that moment, I truly became His submissive and He became my Master. With that first stinging caress of hard leather on my soft skin, He made me His…
Was this at the start of your d/s relationship?
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It marked the point where we acknowledged that what had simply been a BDSM/kink relationship was actually a D/s one as well and that I was Master C’s submissive as well as His slut.
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❤
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Only a fool would decline Your offer is irresistible
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I’m so glad that Master C found it so.
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““I am claiming you, Morag,” he groaned, “I am marking you as mine. From this moment on, you are MY slut.””
This gave me tingles! Is there a feeling or experience better than this? I haven’t found one yet!!!
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It definitely did it for me. Even just thinking back and remembering the occasion as I wrote about it, brought it all back.
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Great writing Morag!
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This is absolutely beautiful and special 🙂
~ Marie xox
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Thank you xx
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