Her BDSM Servitude Agreement
When Marge assented to the domestic discipline relationship with Sam, the rules were laid out and an agreement made. She was to respond to any query or command with “Yes Sir.” As soon as she returned home each evening she was required to change immediately into her leather collar, wrist and ankle cuffs. He would specify if any additional items were needed. After she had changed, she was to kneel before him, head down, and wait for him to pleasure her at his will. She was to give no response except obedience. She was to endure everything.
In addition in the agreement, the command, “Assume the position,” could be given at any time and was quite specific. She was to cease whatever she was doing, lift her skirt, drop her panties and grab onto any stationary object available.
On one particular day, when Marge was getting ready for work, he ordered her to assume the position over the breakfast table and when he was done she thanked him for her now warm, rosy cheeks before leaving for work.
“I’ll call you later,” he smiled as she left.
“Yes Sir,” she replied, and sure enough, about 10:30 he phoned her at work. His instructions were terse and to the point. “You will do the following when you get home: Take a shower and relax. You could have a long evening ahead of you. Wear your cuffs and collar. Five minutes prior to my arrival– it’s the same time every evening– you will attach your nipple clamps and be in your required position, per our agreement”
“Master!” Marge spoke in a whisper. “There are people standing around my desk and …!”
She was cut off by a curt tone of voice. “That is an order! You choose to argue when you are commanded to obey?!”
“No Master, I–I will do as you wish.” She furtively glanced around to see if anyone overheard her and she found it rather amusing that her co-workers didn’t know the nature of that phone call, but at the same time she wished to please her Master and that thought got her extremely wet.
“You will be punished!” Then the line went dead.
*****
Later that evening, the house was dark except for the few candles burning in strategic areas when he arrived. Kneeling, Marge’s face grimaced from the unrelenting pressure of the required nipple clamps that were joined together by a light chain that dangled between her soft globes. A leather nine-strand whip was looped over her wrist and her eyes were riveted to the floor. The leather cuffs were in place. She had violated her agreement with Master and punishment awaited.
Sam ignored her when he first walked in; then his hand reached down and grasped a braided leather leash. She crawled on all fours back to their play room, which was pitch black and she was momentarily left disoriented in her surroundings. But she was anxious.
Suddenly, a pen light of surprising intensity was shone in her eyes. He began inspecting her as if he were buying a horse, examining her eyes, teeth and hair.
“I am very displeased!” He began.” Tonight, I had planned to discipline you to remind you of your place, not to punish you.” He placed his fingers on the chain between the clamps and lifted slightly. The pressure increased so greatly on her nipples that she was forced to raise her head. “But you dared to argue with me and you will pay dearly for breaking our agreement.”
Marge trembled as the menacing softness of his tone and at the barely concealed amusement in his eyes. He then pulled up slowly but firmly on the light chain until she was forced to stand, after which he attached her wrists to chains over her head and a spreader bar between her ankles.
“You need this my dear, don’t you?” She nodded as best she could.
Her senses were sharp and when the whip made contact with her buttocks she remained stoic, absorbing the blow courageously. After all, she had grown used to his whip, almost like “O”. But this time there was no buildup. He continued just as hard. She twisted to escape but she could not. It went on for what seemed like forever. Then he stopped. But the riding crop that he switched to branded the tender flesh of her thighs. She existed solely to please her Master and even though he was punishing her, he was getting enjoyment out of it. The crop stopped. Silence. A finger played across her flaming bottom and she allowed herself a tiny sigh of relief and she was dripping with desire.
All at once his hand slammed down on her ass reawakening the pleasure/pain that was beginning to dull. Then her legs were pulled apart and she felt his manhood probing against her throbbing womanhood. She wanted him inside her. And with a might shove, he impaled himself. He drove into her as he grasped her thighs.
They became lovers again in an orgasm that snatched them over the edge.
When he was sure she could stand, he released her wrists and ankles as well as removed the clamps. She collapsed against him and felt his strong arms around her as he stroked tenderly. He laid her softly on the rug and hugged her lovingly. No words were necessary.
She was very happy being his submissive because she knew he would always love her. From now on, she would honor their agreement completely.
