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Submission -- Part I
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Submission -- Part I My lover of about 6 years, Robert was in a sexless marriage when we first started seeing each other. I know for a fact he was not getting any at home. He never spoke much about his wife. I knew he had no . I know that he married later in life. He never had a bad word to say about his wife. Like many of us, he had resigned himself to a sexless marriage. He kept his vows to love, honor and cherish. Fidelity was a footnote in the contract to be ignored. There were hints that he had managed to keep his bisexuality a secret. I would mention a bookstore and he knew the location and the details as well as this slut. I mention a path to walk on that guys hang at to play, he knew about it. I mention a bath house, he would just smile. Like many men, my Robert had a secret. In addition to his bisexuality, he had another secret -- a pornstar cock. This pornstar cock had length and girth. He was long lasting. There were no quickies with this man. I towered over him in heels; on my knees, he was in control. I remember the first time he unzipped his pants! He is slightly built and wirey. This thick and very impressive cock plopped out. All I could do was stare. I unbuckled his pants and slid his underwear down that this lovely cock plopped out and my mouth was on it without an invitation. I can deepthroat your average 7" cock, I could barely get it halfway down my throat. I gagged like a little girl. Robert was charismatic and charming. Flattery was genuine and effortless for him. He charmed me from his first visit to me house. He spoiled me constantly with wigs and dresses and shoes and panties and nighties. He was very generous with his time and his money. I recall the year his wife died. I did not hear from him for what was probably a couple of months. It seemed longer than a couple of months. I missed our talking and time together. Once he was back in my life, I noticed a change in his personality that I attributed to grieving. He seemed distant at first. There was very little communication during sex. I learned to be stretched and lubed if I had any idea he might visit. Several times, it was as simple as the command bend over. He would slip it in, take what he wanted kiss me and say "thank you." Kiss me and leave. I remember it was one of the first snows of early winter. I heard his key in the door and he walked into the TV room where he found me in a pink nighty curled up on the couch. I noticed no eye contact was being made and he was not his usual self. I have mentioned in other writing on here, he had the deportment of a drill sergeant. Robert asked me, "Do you enjoy my company?" He paused and said "I am seriously considering ending our relationship." I was floored and the air was sucked out of the room for me. I said, "I would do anything for you. Anything! I want you in my life. I cannot imagine my life without." I stammered stuttered "I love you." He smiled and said that I gave the right answer. He said "things were going to change between us." Robert said that I should expect several packages over the next couple of days. He told me that I should open the packages and I should lay the out the gifts on my spare bed before his next visit. I told him I would do so gladly. He left me wondering where things stood, until he kissed me and said "I love you, too." As soon as he arrived, he was gone. Over the next four to five days, packages arrived. As they arrived, I unboxed them and placed them on my spare bed. The contents of the boxes: nipple clamps, cock cage, an assortment of leather paddles, butt plugs, a leather mask, several types of gags, blindfolds... When he visited me next, he walked in and said "here are some new rules. You will not sit unless instructed to do so. When you are told to sit, you will be on the floor at my feet. You will not make eye contact with me. Eyes down unless instructed otherwise. You will wear your cock cage 24/7 and I will be the only one with a key. When I tell you to assume the position, you are to be head down, on your knees and ass up." I looked at him and said "yes." He grabbed me by the jaw, nose-to-nose and said from now on, it will be "Yes, Sir." "Yes, sir." was my reply. I was instructed to go up stairs. I ran up the stairs as best I could in heels. I waited in my spare bedroom. I was given instructions. He said, "When I tell you to assume the position! It will be head down and my ass up. Do you understand?" I replied, "Yes, Sir." He walked over and placed a blindfold over my eyes. His hand was running over my ass. I heard him unbuckle his pants. I heard his pants hit the floor. I hear him slide off his underwear and his shirt coming off. I feel his hard cock rubbing against my ass. I wanted him in me. He said, "You like it, don't you?" "Yes, Sir." He started speaking low and slow. "You are my property. Do you understand?" I replied, "Yes, I do." There was no hesitation on his part, I felt his leather belt lashing across both butt cheeks. It abrupt and unexpected. I was grabbed by the balls and he repeated, "You are my property. Do you understand? It is yes, SIR!" I replied, "Yes, Sir I understand." He said if you you ever feel unsafe or wish to stop, say "Good Night." He said, "it is obvious you wish me to stop. It is obvious to me that you want me to leave. I will leave." "Yes, Sir." He layed that belt across my ass many times that night. It was a blur of him gently pushing his cock against my pussy, rubbing my butt cheeks, spanking me with his belt and calling me "his worthless slut." When things I was on the verge of breaking, he actually sucked my clit while rubbing my raw ass. It felt wonderful. I was told to stand. I was still blindfolded still at this point. I felt him grab my clit. He placed the cock cage on me. He locked it into place. My ass was on fire. My cock straining against this confining cage. He placed nipple clamps on me. I was ordered to my knees. I feel the tip of his cock at my lips. I started to suck and I felt a violent tug on the nipple clamps. He said, "did I tell you to suck?" I said "No, sir." He continued to tease my lips with his cock. I heard him say open your mouth bitch. He drove his cock in and I gagged. I gagged and gagged and gagged. I had drool running down my face. Tears mixing with makeup. I started to pull away to breath and he would tug on the nipple clamps, place his hand to the back of my hand and rammed even harder and deeper. My makeup was running down my face, my nose was running and my lipstick was smeared all over my face. He continued to face fuck me until he came. If his load was any indication, he was turned and on very much enjoying himself tonight. I was told to assume the position. I feel him playing with my ass and he slipped in a butt plug. His hand went to my chest, grabbed the nipple clamps and pulled my face up and kissed me. I so wished it was him in my pussy and not a plug. He left me standing there a mess, my nipples sore and raw. I had on a cock cage with no key at this point I listened. He informed that that we were going to be exclusive. It was going to be just us. He said "I love you." He said the cock cage would come off when I earned it. He also said that he had trust issues, knew what a slut I was and the cock cage would cum off when he knew I was faithful. His plan was simple, we both were tested. Condoms were used for 6 months. We would retest again in six months. We tested and retested in six months, both of us negative and it was bareback always for us. |
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Very erotic, Ivanna. I just love your descriptive writing.... 
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Very well written.
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