Her Willing Submission - A Bride Blossoms With BDSM and Male Domination (2 page)

Andre took her hand. “Now I want you bent over my knees with your behind in position for a spanking. Do it now,” he said.

As Eva moved into the position Andre slapped her hard on the ass cheek. Eva startled, stood up straight and looked at him with questioning eyes. “What do you say when I tell you to get in position?” asked Andre.

“I’m sorry,” she answered. “Yes, Sir.”
 

Eva quickly placed herself on his lap. She felt the soft wool of his suit against her naked flesh. She put the palms of her hands flat on the floor and felt her buttocks tremble in anticipation. To simply say Eva had a nice ass was an understatement. She had the most magnificent bubble butt a woman could possess. In the right pair of jeans she could literally stop traffic. Yet she was almost totally unaware of the effect her body had on people. Early teasing from kids at school had conditioned her to turn a deaf ear to sexual or flattering remarks.
 

Andre ran his hand over her bottom. “I’m going to give you only ten. You may yell or cry but you may not say anything that shows disrespect or unwillingness to accept your spanking. When I’m done I want you to thank me. I want you to say what you got and what it was for and I want you to thank me for it. Do you understand, Eva?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Andre brought his hand down hard. Eva’s head snapped upward and she sucked in a gulp of air. By the time she could shriek the second and third blows had landed. She bit her lip and screamed into her closed mouth as the remainder of her punishment landed hard on alternating cheeks. Her behind was instantly pink and she stood up immediately with eyes full of tears.

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you for spanking me hard because I hesitated to get undressed when you told me to,” she said. Then after a moment she added, “I love you so much for doing this. Thank you, Sir.”

Andre stood up and placed his hand on her chin. “Look at me,” he said. “Now you’re going to start your vocabulary training. You’re going to learn how to talk like a slut wife who can’t stop thinking about how much she wants to get fucked by her husband.”

Eva’s eyes widened. Neither of them ever spoke to each other like that. Andre cupped her breast in his hand and squeezed it. “Tell me what are you going to learn now, Eva?” he said with a glint in his eye.

Eva took a breath and steeled herself, “I’m going to learn how to talk like a slut wife who can’t stop thinking about how much she wants to get fucked by her husband,” she said quietly.

“Yell it!” said Andre. “Yell it so the neighbors hear you.”

 
“I’m going to learn how to talk like a slut wife who can’t stop thinking about how much she wants to get fucked by her husband!!” she said as loudly as she could make herself. She felt a shudder go through her body. She had just crossed a threshold for the first time.

“Very good,” said Andre approvingly, “Now go into the bedroom and wait for me on the bed. You’re going to get your first lesson.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered immediately.

CHAPTER TWO

Where Your Mouth Goes, Your Mind Will Follow

Eva trembled as she waited on the bed. Even the act of being stark naked on top of the bed instead of under the covers was foreign to her. She always wanted the lights to be very dim or off completely in order to feel comfortable. She waited with her eyes closed and tried to pretend the room was dark. With her mind thusly focused she could feel sexual tension and anticipation building and she felt the wetness of her pussy and the flush of desire washing over her.
 

After a few minutes Andre entered the bedroom. He walked into his closet and found his black leather belt. It was wide, with a rough, rustic look and he normally wore it only with his blue jeans. He wanted Eva to know what was in her future.

“Stand up,” he said.
 

Eva opened her eyes and stood up beside the bed. Andre gave her a stern look then said, “Bend over!”
 

Eva complied by placing her hands on the bed. Andre corrected her, “No, press your face into the comforter, stretch your arms across the bed and raise your ass into the air.” Again, Eva complied and when she did Andre gave her a hard lash with the belt across the middle of her ass. She was unprepared for how much it stung and let out a yelp.

“You seem to have forgotten your instructions already. I told you to stand up and you did not answer me. I told you to bend over and you did not answer. And I told you to adjust your position and you did not answer. That’s two licks with the belt for each mistake. You’ve had one and now you’ll get five more.”

Eva was quick to respond, “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
 

She was shocked at how much the belt hurt. It landed with a heavy thud, again she yelped and one foot came off the floor. She hurried to return to her position and took the rest of the licks with better comportment. She had a brief flashback to the one time she got the belt as a girl. This was much better. Although Andre was applying the leather much harder she felt the sexual thrill of the scene and the rush of lust.
 

Her behind was on fire when Andre laid the belt on the bed. He pulled her into a standing position and looked at her from head to toe. She was stunning and the new theatrics were making him so hard he wondered if he could get through the session with a clear head. He knew she was going to experience things she had never dreamed of.

“What do you say?” he warned.

“Thank you for using the belt on me, Sir. I’m sorry I forgot to answer you when you spoke and I appreciate you disciplining me right away with your belt, Sir.”

Prudish as she may have been, Eva was a bright girl and a quick study. With the few instructions she had she was already displaying the ability construct her replies in a way that was erotic music to Andre’s ears. She glanced at the erection in his pants and it was welcome reassurance that she was performing in a way that pleased him.

“Now you’re going to learn what I mean when I say I want you to speak like a whore.”
 

He cupped both of her breasts. “What are these?” he asked.

“My breasts, Sir,” Eva replied.

“Not any more. From now on you are going to call them, your big tits,” Andre told her.
 

Eva hated that word. From the time she began to develop boys took notice and by the time she needed to buy a d-cup bra in high school the comments were a daily ordeal. In college she overheard two guys talking about her and one of them said, ‘Eva? Is that the one with the huge tits?’ She was mortified to think people would describe her that way. She hated the attention her breasts brought and often wore athletic bras that minimized her profile.

“Any time you mention them, in the house or when we are out together, you will always call them ‘my big tits’ just like you were saying ‘my hair’ or ‘my fingernails.’ I want it to roll off your tongue as if you’ve been calling them that all your life. And that’s not all, now open your mouth. What do we call this?” he asked.

“My mouth, Sir?” she questioned.

“Not any more. Now you will only use the term, my cock-sucking mouth. Do you understand that, Eva?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, blushing and looking away from his eyes.

Andre pointed, “What are these?”

“My big tits, Sir.”

“And what is this?”

My…my…cock…my cock-sucking mouth, Sir,” she stuttered quietly.

“Say it again, louder,” he commanded.

“It’s my cock-sucking mouth, Sir!” she replied.

“That’s better.” He kept a steady gaze into her eyes as his hand reach down. “And what is this called, Eva?”

“My vagina, Sir.”

“From now on you will only use the words, my slut cunt.”

Eva’s eye’s widened and she gasped. She looked around the room. She looked at the floor. Andre wondered if he had given her too much to cope with, then he felt the heat of her pussy and he ran his fingers across her tender lips. She was soaking wet. He knew she could never admit how exciting this was to her but the proof was in his hands. Her pussy was fire hot and slippery with excitement. He looked at her and smiled but she had to look away. He moved close to her ear and whispered, “Say it.”

Eva quietly whispered. “It’s my slut cunt, Sir.”

“What is my hand touching, Eva?” he prompted.

“It’s touching my slut cunt, Sir.” Then she ad libbed, “Thank you for touching my slut cunt, Sir,” she whispered as she visibly quivered.
 

Andre ran both hands around to her ass and squeezed her cheeks firmly. They were still hot from the strapping and Eva moaned and twisted slightly under his grip. “And what is this amazing thing called?”
 

Eva smiled and looked away, “I have a feeling it’s not called my rear end any more,” she said coyly.

“That’s right,” he said. “From now on I want you to only refer to this as, my fuckable ass.”

Eva was shocked. It wasn’t just the words. It was the completely unexpected implication that Andre might have anal sex with her.
 

“I don’t know,” was all she could manage to blurt out. She knew it was the wrong thing to say but it was so completely foreign to behave and speak like that. With the added pressure of saying her ass would be available to receive him anally she began to doubt her ability to play the submissive role completely.
 

“It’s not up to you, Eva. Just let go. Now it’s up to me and when we do it you will willingly submit to it. Believe me, soon you’ll beg me for it. It will take a lot of training and you won’t like some of it, but in the end you’ll willingly submit to it and you’ll come to crave it like the little whore you want to be. The first step is only to talk about it. You have to learn to at least talk about it like it’s going to happen and you want it to happen. Now, tell me what this is,” he said, tightening his grip.

Eva swallowed and closed her eyes. She whispered, “It’s my fuckable ass, Sir.”

Andre stood back from her, “Now, show me all your best parts, my little slut.”

Eva took a deep breath, stood at attention and pointed out her features, “These are my big tits, this is my cock-sucking mouth, this is my slut cunt and,” she turned around, “this is my fuckable ass, Sir.” She managed to speak slightly louder when she presented her ass to him. Andre was very pleased at her fast progress.

“Excellent.” He unfastened his pants and his excitement sprang into full view.
 

“I don’t want you using the word penis any more. Now you will only say, ‘your big dick’ or ‘your huge cock,’ is that clear?”
 

It was no exaggeration to call it that. It was long and thick and Eva had always struggled to get enough of it into her mouth to satisfy him. When they screwed she could only take all of it in one or two positions. It was literally more than she could handle.
 

“Yes, Sir. I promise to please your huge cock, Sir.” She found that easier to say after what she had just been through. And she was secretly hoping to prompt Andre to immediate action.

Andre took his time and made her squirm a little longer. “Tell me the four places you’ll willingly take my big dick?” he said.

“Yes, Sir.” She blushed again and looked away, then turned to look him straight in the eye. “I’ll take your big dick in my cock-sucking mouth, between my big tits, in my slut cunt and in my fuckable ass, Sir.”

“That’s very good, Slut,” said Andre, putting extra emphasis on the word ‘slut.’ It was so strange for Eva to hear talk like that directed at her but she was shocked at how turned on it made her. Her loving husband was calling her a slut and she was calling her ass fuckable right to his face. It was otherworldly and her head was spinning with confusion and pure lust. Yet all of it was suddenly thrilling to her. She felt like she had broken a taboo, crossed a threshold and wanted to see what awaited her on the other side.

Andre sat on the edge of the bed and spread his legs. “Now let’s put that cock-sucking mouth of yours to good use. Kneel on the floor and give me a blowjob immediately,” he said firmly.

“Yes, Sir,” came the fast reply and Eva was on the carpet with her hand around his cock.

Eva quietly licked and sucked. She was only able to take two or three inches into her mouth and Andre had always wanted her to be able to take more of it. Andre issued a steady stream of coaching and commands. “Moan while you suck it. Louder! Moan like the little slut you really are. I want to hear you slurping loudly on that cock. Pull it out of your mouth with a pop! Slobber on it. Make more noise. I want the neighbors to hear you sucking that big dick. I want them to hear you moaning while you suck cock!”