January 2018 – Page 9 – Sir's submissive

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Awakening (1)

“Rory, explain to me what exactly it is that you’re doing here sitting across from a
handsome Dom such as myself?” The words rolled off his tongue like nothing. He
didn’t have an air of ego or conceit, but rather, he seemed warranted in his query.
Honestly, though, what was I doing here?

My words got lodged inside my throat. I smiled sideways, giggled in an attempt
to divert his attention from my unease, and tried to regain some semblance of
composure. I twisted a chunk of hair around my finger and bit my lip.

I felt the weight of his gaze, the fact that he was reading and logging my every emotion, every unsaid word.
He made me melt to nothing, reduced me to a little, childish slut who embarassingly admitted
to smacking my own ass with a ruler, and willingly clasped clothes pins on my own
tender, sweet, pink nipples.

I spilled my entire insides out to this strange and
handsome and commanding man. He didn’t flinch. He just leaned back and
smiled at me, again. Reassessing me and what he might want to do with me. He
asked me if I wanted him to spank me, he even offered to take me back to his
house now and take care of me and my little ass that was begging to be tortured. YES, of course I wanted that, but I was so petrified that I could formulate no response other than to hang my mouth open, silently, just
wishing that my eloquence would kick in any moment now, and some coherent words would roll off my
tongue. I tried, but I was far too focused on the sensation that was ever
present between my legs – it burned and pleaded for attention. He knew this, too.

I (stupidly) declined his offer to spank me,
citing an early morning, but in reality I was petrified. I wanted to get a handle on
the situation – I felt completely out of control and that was an unfamiliar feeling to
me. He knew all of the reasons I declined too, even though i didn’t convey them,
and he just grinned,there was no hiding from him.

He walked me to my car after dinner, guiding me with his hand placed gently on
the back of my neck. We kissed sweetly, but sensuously enough to make me flush
with excitement: pressed up against the side of my car, feeling my pussy lips enflamed with desire. He smiled at me as he guided me into the front seat of
my car, and then asked me, rather inquisitively, if I was wearing any panties.

“Yes.” I answered naively. Not knowing what he would demand next.

“Take them off and give them to me.” He requested matter-of-factly.

I was shocked. I stared at him wide-eyed
and protested.

“Right here? But, but, everyone can see.” I complained, but was so highly turned on.

“I’m not asking you, Rory.” He smiled but only slightly, his tone was serious and
sinister.

“But, but…” I looked around, and couldn’t see anyone actually watching us,
though there were apartments directly in front of us. I looked at him. All I had to
do was slam the door and drive away. But I hesitated. I looked at him, so wet, and then
closed my eyes, bit my lip and ran my hands up underneath my skirt.

I peeled my
pink and fuchsia thong from my wet cunt. I balled it up in my hand, held them tightly, and thought
about the decision that would change me forever.

“Give them to me, Rory.” He gently coaxed me. I looked at him and held my hand
over his, still not unleashing my grip on the panties, pressing my lips together
with deep thought. His eyes were conveying a sense of trustworthiness though,
and I let them go into his hand.

“Good girl.” He praised me as he stuffed them
into his pocket.

“Oh my god, what have I done?” I said aloud, more to myself than to him, covering my mouth with my hand. “You
have my panties now.“

He smiled that sinister, deviant smile, clearly enjoying this. He
chuckled softly.

“You can get them back. Do you want me to tell you how?” He dangled the
proverbial carrot in front of me. I nodded my head and pleaded for him to tell me
how to undo this regret I was feeling for having given a complete stranger the
panties I had worn all day long, that were saturated with my passionate juices. I
was in my head, lamenting my slutty ways and chastising myself, not paying attention to his
implicit instructions of how to get the panties back.

“When you are ready to be spanked into submission, you are to call me and say,
‘I’ve been a very bad girl, and I need to be punished, Sir.’”

Those words would
jumble around my head and cause me much suffering down the line, simply
because I could not recall the exact phrasing of that instruction.

“Additionally, from now on you are to address me as Sir. Is that
understood?” His voice was like liquid velvet pouring over my heart.

“Yes, Sir.” I felt flush with wicked arousal.

The next morning I awoke after I had rubbed it out again for the second time
since I had met him, and picked up the phone and called him. I got his voice mail.
I left a long, blabbering message about how I had enjoyed our meeting and was
looking forward to seeing him again. Idiot girl!

When I got to work, I checked my personal email. There was an email from Him.
My heart flipped in my chest.

“Rory, do you not remember my instructions? I told you to call me and I told you
exactly what to say. However, you did not comply with my instructions. Think
about it and try again.”

Shit!! I couldn’t remember exactly what he told me to say. I thought about it,
twisting my hair around my finger, wracking my brain for the proper phrasing for
the following three hours until my lunch break.

I found a quiet spot outside and phoned him again. “Hi, it’s Rory.” Shit, I was
already sounding stupid. “Um, I have been naughty and I need to be spanked.” FUCK. I
felt so dumb as I spoke these words on his voice mail. I felt like everyone around
me knew what an idiotic, desperate slut I was, even though they couldn’t hear me.

No return phone call, but when I checked my email back at the office, there was
one waiting from him:

“Rory. You are making me impatient. I know that you’re
inexperienced, but paying attention to details is key. Here is what you are to say…"

Oh, God – my stomach did a backflip. Disappointing him felt sickening. He wrote what I was supposed to say, and I called him on my way home from the
office, humbly begging for forgiveness, and using as many "Sir’s” as possible. I
admitted that I had been a very bad girl and I need to be punished by Him.

~ Aurora Leigh (excerpt from Awakening, a dirty little short story of Dominance & Submission) #original #copywritten www.sluttyrory.tumblr.com