Black Dominate – Do You Love Me?

Black Dominate – Do You Love Me?

She was chocolate with ebony plaited hair, tall and slender with small large nipple breasts. Her green neon pvc thong cut and separated her cheeks and her bottom became as it were two round dumplings separated by a green neon river. You could just see her nail covered toes shining through her fishnet stockings held in place by her matching green neon pvc bustier, her toes were reddish in colour, she stood in six inch black patent heels, blindfold in hand.

“Time” she said, “Time for what?” I replied, a little apprehensive. “Time for you to show you love me, that you trust me with your sexuality, your thoughts and your sexual actions, it is time that you are mine and only mine”.

I looked at her not sure what was happening, she looked different certain of her self and in charge. She walked over and said “Do you love me, slave?” Before I could reply she placed a gloved finger on my lips, “don’t speak another word, you will only speak again when asked a direct question”. “Undress if you love me”, she said this quietly. I undressed, slowly, not sure what was going to happen. This I would never do again, as I was to find out later, much later.

“I have so many delicious sexy things planned for us”, she said. I was to learn, that this meant for her and then maybe for me, if she wished me to have it, it was to be a wonderful gift when received, and it was, always.

As I finished undressing she placed the blindfold around my eyes. She whispered softly, “do you love me slave”? I replied “yes”, a sharp pain went through my body like being burnt unexpectedly on a hot stove, my penis bounced up and down with the slap she had slapped it. “yes mistress is the correct reply slave or Madame”.

“Now on your knees slave”, I was too slow another stinging blow to my penis, with an instrument, again my penis bounced and my pain grew. “Slave, you are (a) too slow in your responses and (b) you did not address me by my title, and (c) I need to know that you have heard me, if you forget again I will punish you”.

“Do you love me slave”? “Yes Madame” I said.

“Slave, did you know that all of this is making me very, very, very horny? “No Madame” I replied.

“Slave would like me to feel this way all the time?” My heart was pounding, “yes Madame”.

“Slave your servile position and my dominant position make me feel extremely sexy and extraordinarily horny, punishing you makes me wetter than I have ever dreamed possible”. Slave would you like me to feel this way, always?” “Yes Madame”.

“Well this is how it will work”. She began to tie by hands behind my back. She tied my feet together and joined both by another rope. She then placed something that I can only describe as a collar around my neck and tied this to my feet. I was arched over exposing my penis. The position was uncomfortable. She began to slap my penis while telling me how it was going to work from now on.

“Sex will never be the same for us again slave, do you trust me that your sex life will be the better than you can ever imagine?” “Yes Madame” I replied. “Good” she said. “Lets us begin our journey together”.

And so it began.

That night was to begin our walk of discovery together. She a fledging dominant, growing by days, and me as her submissive, seeking to fulfil to her sexual wishes, which was growing as days became months turning into years.

My penis was getting sore, heavy and harder. The pain was becoming more intense and yet strangely sensual. She would touch my penis with such tenderness and gentleness that the thought of another slap was forgotten until it came, suddenly and without any warning or suggestion that there was a change in her, whack.

She straddled my face her perfume filled my nostrils as she lowered herself. I reached out to taste her and was met with a slap to my face, “when I ask and when I tell you slave”. I could not move, as her crotch smothered my face, I could not breathe. She stayed like that, till I felt I was going to pass out, all the while rubbing her crotch, washing my face in her juices, the more she came the harder she rubbed, the harder my cock, which she played with from time to time and slapping it when she thought I was enjoying her touch too much. At last air. She began to lick her juices from off my face and my hard-on became painful and my balls began to ache and feel heavy, very heavy. “Soon you’ll be licking your come off my face, my feet, my heels, my arse, my pussy and my arsehole when you come and I will let it run down my crack”. Her soft voice tinged with arousal, made my cock ache even more. She began to take me down a path of sex that was no longer purely physical but psychological, my response to her words were being noted unbeknown to me and she was using this to gage my level of arousal.

She stopped licking her cum of my face. She began to gag me. “Open wide my darling, that’s right my lovely salve” as she placed the ball in mouth and tied it. As I moved a small bell rang, which seemed to be inside the ball, it felt like there little holes in the ball, so breathing was fine. I felt a new sensation was now being added. A rope was being tied around my cock, my balls and the separation of my balls. When done the whole cock was then covered in rope and tied. My balls were being pulled, because my hands and feet were tied and my neck-collar connected to my hands and feet, I could not move, movement was restricted by my restraints. The pulling on my balls and cock were painful and when she rubbed my rope encased cock it was both a turn-on and a new layer of pain. As she pulled on the rope my back would arch upwards and she began to really pull, I had no choice but to follow her as best I could, my knees began to burn with the friction of the ground underneath and the speed she was pulling. All I could hear above the pain in my ears and the bell ringing was her voice, nasty dirty and full of sexual electricity. “Baby, you look so hard and horny I could fuck your rope cock”, “would you like to stick your rope cock up my pussy, slave?” and “if you could see my pussy you would want to lick me and stick your tongue up my pussy and taste how juicy and wet you are making me, would you like that slave?” I nodded and the bell rang with each nod.

The pulling stopped and a tearing sound, then silence. A sound like the pinging of latex gloves, as a condom was rolled unto my cock from tip to base. Then she sat facing me, I could feel her breast and nipples on my face and chest as she sat down, holding my rope encased cock as she slipped in into her pussy. I felt nothing but a distant feeling, I was desensitised, I could not feel her pussy but she was moaning and bouncing up and down rapidly and biting me, scratching me and whispering words she would never ever utter outside of this time and space. “I am gonner fuck you slave till I come, then you are going to clean me up” with that she gave the rope a mighty tug, my balls felt as if it was going to burn with the pain “That’s right slave, your cock is mine, say it”. I mumbled, then nodded in acknowledgement that my cock is yours Madame, to do with as you please in reply. As I nodded I realised it was true, and would be forever true as long as we lived. With all the pain she inflicted for her sexual excitement, our sexual excitement, she knew it was also my sexual excitement, we realised this was going to become a main feature of our sex life from now on and I had better get use to it.

“You have been such a good slave” she said as her orgasm subsided. “Now for a little treat for you”. I felt her pinching my nipples, then really squeezing them hard till tears started to form and fall within the blindfold, “that is lovely slave”, she twisted and squeezed even harder the tears flowed with ease. Then she stopped suddenly. The pain was replaced with some sort of nipple clamps, I found out later she had used clothes pegs and a skirt hanger. She took off th
e clamps and another clamp was placed. She now began to place weights on each ni
pple. “Sway slave” she said. I did as she asked. The pain increased. “You are making me feel so wet, horny and hot” while she said this she pulled my balls hard with the rope that was attached to my cock my eyes watered and filled up again. Then she kissed me with the softest, sweetest kiss she has ever kissed me with, and then slapped my cock, which bounced up and down. There was no pretence now, I was crying. “What are you crying for slave? I thought you loved me! Don’t you love me slave?” “Yes Madame” I replied. “Then you need a lesson in loving me slave”. She rolled me over until I face down, bottom I the air, and now I was wishing I had not cried.

I lay there for some time maybe 10 or 15 minutes. She came in and said “slave, time for some loving, time for you to show me how much you love me, to show me how much you want to turn me on, how much you want me to be sexually fulfilled, do you want that for me slave?” “I nodded yes, Madame”. “Good my darling slave let us see, if you are all talk”.

Whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, my bottom stung. If I was crying before, I was screaming now, but the gag only muffled my cries. “Do you still love me slave?” she asked. I nodded, yes. Whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, Whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, My bottom was now crisscrossed with hands, whips, slipper, cane hairbrush and paddle. I was crying and not caring anymore. I was also crying because I was happy for her. Happy that she was finally exploring her sexuality and a side of her that was evident for all to see but herself, that she was a dominant woman and a sexually dominant one at that. She had discovered that giving pain was a huge turn on for her. She needed who would allow her to explore that with and it was me. I am so blessed by having her in my life. It was not just the pain it was because I loved her for realising us both. Whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, Whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, Whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack, whoosh whack. She finally stopped. “Do you still love me slave?” I nodded through tear stained eyes into the blindfold. She held me, gently lightly touching my hot bottom filled with welts while masturbating me. “Ready to cum now slave?” I nodded. “You do know you will be licking it up afterwards?” I nodded. “I love you slave with all my heart, for gong through all this for me, to show me how much you would endure for me, because you love me”. “Slave, would you do this for me when ever I ask you?” I nodded, for I knew if she wanted it I would be honoured to please her. “Would you would be willing to explore this outside of the bedroom slave?” I nodded. Her hands were going faster up and down my roped clad penis. “Slave would you be willing to endure other things that brought me sexual pleasure?” I nodded again. “Good” she said and stopped rubbing me cock. She took off my gag and straddled my face and began to grind her pussy into my face. “Lick me slave, shove your tongue hard into my pussy, pretend it’s your prick”. She slapped my face with her gloved hand, “stop slave, I’ve a better idea”, with that she was gone a short while. She fixed a contraption to my chin, she slid on it and said “keep licking me slave, I’m about to come again”. I licked and sucked and tongued her pussy as she directed and she ground and bounced upon and down on my mouth and the contraption she had strapped to my chin. She untied my hands, “I want you to cum” she said, “go on, I want to you to wank until you cum, come on go faster, cum over my feet and shoes”. I needed little encouragement. With a wonderful pussy grinding on my face my tongue licking her wet velvety pussy, it was not long until I was cumming all over her feet and shoes. I had never cum this much before or with such velocity. I came and came. “Now slave, clean up your cum and do not miss one drop, swallow it and enjoy it. For every drop you miss I will love your arse some more”. I bent to the task, cleaning her lovely feet and her sexy heels which began to give me another hard-on this was not lost on Madame. “So you want more loving slave?” “Only as it pleases you Madame” I replied. “Well slave I have just the thing for you”, she began to pull on my cock with the rope, slap my cock and play with my clamped nipples. My hard-on grew harder and harder. She began to undo the ropes around my cock, released my bound feet, to take off the nipples clamps but not the rope attached to my balls or my collar. “Slave since you cannot control your hard-on around me, I am indeed flattered that my attire and feet appeal so much to you, you will have to show me how much and tell me as you cum”. “Yes Madame”. “Slave be mindful, I want you to cum 4 times all over me, on different parts of my body as I direct you, you’ll be licking your come off my face, my feet, my heels, my arse, my pussy and my arsehole when you come and I will let it run down my crack, you will also clean it up with your tongue and swallow every drop, is that clear slave?” Yes Madame”. “Well slave, off you go”. She pulled on the balls rope as way of encouragement and slapped my cock and at times whipped it, until I came 4 more times I was so tired that I almost collapsed after the last one, the time in between each ejaculation grew longer and Madame’s physical attentions made cumming harder, which is what she wanted all along. It took nearly 5 hours of none stop wanking, it was sexual torture of a kind I had never experienced before, but I knew Madame would use it again if she noticed I had a hard-on, without her express permission, or if it did not emanate from her.

Madame has become a great dominant and is training me to be her special submissive, to be able to take her loving pain so she can experience her sexual depth. I feel blessed to know her and to allow her to use me for her sexual gratification which is mine because of hers. She is my sexy alluring, sensuous, horny chocolate dominant, with ebony hair covered by a red pvc hood, her bright alert eyes peeking from the eyelets cut into the hood. She stood tall and slender with small large nipple breasts. Her red pvc thong cut and separated her cheeks and her bottom became as it were two round dumplings separated by a red pvc river. You could just see her nail covered toes shining through her red fishnet stockings held in place by her matching red pvc bustier, her toes were reddish in colour, she stood in six inch red patent high heeled boots. What a vision what a sexy women. Thus began our new sexual adventure. Outside the home I find myself more attentive to my wife, we are softer towards each other and willing to do for the other. However, Madame only has to say, “Are you willing to prove your love?”, and we know what is in store for me and for Madame, it is a whole new adventure.