night of submission

Night of Submission
Alone, in bed, without any clothes on….
It is a cold night outside and you are tucked away in
bed. Lying on your side, crunching the pillow towards
your face, you smell the scent of clean linen. A warm,
safe feeling over powers your body and is about to
fall asleep. Pulling the sheets over the back of your
head and halfway over your face, you hear a scrapping
noise but neglect it. About to fall into a deep
slumber……..

Suddenly, like a hawk swooping down for its prey,
someone grabs your body fiercely and gags you with
your blanket. Too scared to scream or squirm, you are
paralyzed with fear and distrust. Not able to see the
person’s face, a man’s deep scratchy voice demands,
“Don’t you dare try to run! If you cooperate, you will
not die. Is that understood!” You nod your head
quickly in panic. The night that was so perfect, so
comfortable, is now ruined. Thoughts rush through your
head. What is going to happen to me? What does he
want? I just want this to end.

The scratchy voiced man removes the blanket from your
mouth after convincing you forcefully to shut up. You
stand there, bare and vulnerable. He takes a bandana
from his pocket and folds it, triangle base down.
Wrapping it around your head to blind you, he orders
you to your knees. You obey. The sound of unzipping
rings through your ears. Before you can comprehend
what is about to happen, the angry man grabs a chunk
full of hair from the back of your head and pulls you
towards his dick.

“You WILL submit! Now suck it bitch!” He says with a
firm tone.

“Look, what do you want! Money? I cannot do what you
ask of me. I must stay true to my boyfriend. I am
sorry!” Begging, you are sure another arrangement can
be made.

“I don’t want money. All I want is for you to suck my
cock. Now, DO IT!” Pulling your hair harder and
smothering you with cock, he shows no remorse.

“Please! I really don’t want to make you angry. I am
about to get married to the man of my dreams and if he
finds out I had sex, regardless of how or why, he will
not be there for me.” As you plead your case, the man
grows impatient and annoyed.

Without a word of his mouth he grabs your arm. You can
feel the bruises forming because of the intense and
firm grip he has. The angered man leads you somewhere,
to your blinding knowledge it is in the direction of
your bed. You try to fight him away but he just gets
more firm and pushy. He pulls you towards him,
standing in the middle of his legs, he forces you down
over one of his knees. He starts to redden your ass
with the strong spanks. Trying to get out of the
mangle you are in, you kick your legs and hit side.
The infuriated man holds your legs still with his free
leg by placing it over them.

Pulling your head back by your hair the man says,
“Stop fucking hitting me! The more you hit me, the
harder I will spank you. Is that understood!”

“Sorry! Ok ok ok please just stop! Please, it hurts.”
You reply in distress.
“Wrong FUCKING answer bitch! It’s yes Sir and then you
stop.” The dominating man is pissed.

“Yes Sir” you says submittingly.

He presses on, spanking you, what seems to be harder
every smack. Spotting your brush on the bedside, he
picks it up. Beating your helpless bottom as reddish
blue spots starts to form, one on each cheek. Crying
out in pain, the tears roll down your face as if they
were racing each other to the ground.

“Now, are you going to be a good little slut!?” The
displeased man says while he runs his cold finger tips
on your ass softly in reminder.

“Yes Sir, I will be good I promise. Whatever you
want!” Your voice is nasally and every other word is
followed by your sniffles and a cry.

The Domineering man lifts you up off of his knee and
shoves you, stomach down, on the bed. Wondering what
is about to happen, you comply and are quietly still.
Spreading your legs as far as they go, he jams a
finger in your ass. As you squirm at the discomfort he
slaps your ass as a warning. Trying to be still while
feeling the rectal piercing pain, you clench the
fitted sheet on your bed. Faster and faster he fingers
your ass, sliding it in and out. The feeling is
strange and painful. No one has ever done anything to
your ass before. The scratchy voiced man tells you to
stay still and that you are about to feel some pretty
excruciating pain. More tears flow down your face in
horror. Taking the finger out of your ass he shoves
the dirtied finger in your mouth and tells you to
clean it off. In disgust and awe you obey. The taste
of ass over takes your mouth and the feeling of
sickness lingers in your stomach. Without warning the
aggressive man shoves a dry dick in your butt as he
covers your mouth. You scream as you feel your ass rip
apart and a giant dick intruding in your butt. The
man’s dick is forced in and out of you bottom as you
cry out in pain. You feel a slap on your ass after
every couple strokes of dick you get. Begging him to
stop the best you can while his hand covers your
mouth, he just goes faster and deeper. Pounding your
ass, the tarring feeling overcomes you and you grasp
the fitted sheet even firmer as you cry out louder in
pain. It seems that the pain goes on forever. Finally,
the unpleasant man stops and orders you to turn over.
As you do so, he shoves you to go faster. Straddling
your face and grabbing your hair to pull you closer,
he shouts out orders.

“Suck it bitch, clean it off and suck it!”

“Yes Sir” You reply in fear.

Knowing that it had been in your aching ass, you
cringe in disgust as you do as told. Opening your
mouth obeyingly, he starts to fuck it. The taste is
repulsive and the aching in your stomach is coming
back. Sucking the whole time he fucks your mouth, he
lets out a moan and a couple of grunts. You feel the
pleasured man tense up and you get the feeling he is
about to cum. Jerking out his dick he pulls your head
back by your hair with one hand and jacks off while
directing his shot in the other, telling you to open
your mouth. You do as told and he releases himself.
Cumming on your face, he lets out a series of moans as
the squirts cover you. Some of it gets in your mouth
and the dominant man orders, “ you better swallow
every bit of that!” You swallow as the feeling of
stinging hornets fall down your throat due to the
salty substance. Petting your hair and face while
kissing your chest the man shows a soft side.

“That’s my good little slut”, he says in his raspy
voice with a caring tone.

Who is this man? You think to yourself. He demands
that you keep the blindfold on and stay still until he
leaves. Lying there as he is putting on his clothes,
you are thinking about what had just happened as
reality seeps back into your life. Realizing that this
experience was actually pleasurable to some extent.
Giving yourself to someone so demanding and confident
gives you a feeling of completion. You want to tell
him but not disobey his orders. Before you make the
decision to tell him, rising to a seating position and
undoing the blindfold, you see that he had left. Sad,
you bow your head down as a tear drops from your eye
to your leg. You release a sigh of regret as the phone
rings. Answering it, the voice of your fiancée is on
the other side of the line.

“I had a good time, did you?”