Previous Chapter Back to Content & Review of this story Next Chapter Display the whole story in new window (text only) Previous Story Back to List of Newest Stories Next Story Back to BDSM Library Home

Review This Story || Author: steve_4373

His little Dove

Part 6

Part 6

Our weekend at the cabin was one I really carry in my thoughts and will for a lifetime. My little dove grew wings that weekend and flew for me so beautifully. What a remarkable young woman she turned out to be.

When we returned home we continued to live separately but more often than not one or the other was staying over at the other's home. I continued to introduce her to others in the lifestyle just as I continued to introduce new activities to our play. It is one such scene I would like to share with you today.

We had been home from the cabin for about 3 weeks when one night I was sitting on my couch and dove was surfing the net when I heard her small intake of breath. I looked up and watched her as she clicked away, I knew by the way she turned her head and stared so intently that she was looking thru another photo gallery, obviously something had her intrigued my little dove and watching her I felt that familiar stirring and need to play.

I got up and walked over to where she surfed the net, I looked down at the screen at what had captured my girls attention so intently. The set of pictures showed a young girl about her age tied in a hogtie on the floor and being teased and tortured with orgasms. Some might not think that cumming hard and repeatedly is torture, but after a while the orgasms become so intense that they hurt and they become exhausting and the recipient begs for you to stop. I had to smile, I love doing this and with her newfound love for a bit of verbal humiliation my mind was working overtime on what else she might enjoy.

I reached down and unzipped my jeans, she was so engrossed in what she was looking at she didn't even hear the sound of the zipper nor did she notice the movement around her as I took my jeans and shorts off and stood there hard, stroking till I saw the glistening of precum collect on the tip of my cock. I reached over and grabbed her hair, pulling hard as I ordered her, "Suck me you little slut!" Dove shivered as she turned, her eyes changed in a flash, she recognized the tone of my voice and immediately went down onto her knees from her chair.

Filling her mouth never felt so good as it did that evening. Watching her eyes water and her head move back and forth as I forced her to take all of me till I exploded into her throat was more than exhilarating and only served to be the beginning of one very intense night. The night turned out to be one of the first times I ever had to punish her.

My little dove didn't miss a beat or a drop of cum that poured into her throat. I knew how she loved the force of this and how it turned her on and got her so wet and hot that she couldn't wait for me to take her and make her cum so hard that she would soar into her own little world. But that night I wanted to torment her, to tease her till she begged and pleaded with me to take her where she needed to go. I wanted to take her harder than ever before, I wanted to satiate every desire she could possibly have. I wanted her to ache for me, to feel that intensity of the extreme I knew she secretly craved but was too shy to talk about.

That night I tied her tightly and teased her with a flogger till she was a nice soft pink front and back. She was so wet and begging to cum but I wasn't ready to give her that, so I placed her over the couch and paddled her, I introduced the cane and teased the welts with the tips of my fingers and watched her squirm and heard her pleas grow fevered. I was about to move her again when I heard her moan and she firmly planted her feet and refused to budge. She went down to the floor in front of me and begged to let me let her cum, she pleaded with me that she couldn't take anymore that she needed release to let go and cum. I shook my head and said no, that I wanted to tie her again in the other room and continue. She began to cry and then it was if something had snapped inside of her and she had reached that point of fight or flight and she stood up and looked at me with great defiance and told me to go get fucked, that she was done and wanted to go home.

For the life of me I do not know what had come over me, why was I pushing her so hard? But there it was, I knew the instant I saw her defiance that it was what I had wanted to see, what I needed from her to go even further. She stood her ground and stared at me with hot tears of pain and anger in her eyes, but the one thing I hadn't heard yet was her safe word. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her along into the bathroom.

Once we were in the bathroom I tied her hands over her head on the curtain rod and began to softly touch her. Within seconds I heard her coo and moan as the arousal that had been built before returned. I stopped and whispered in her ear, "Do you want me to go on my love? Or shall I stop and let you go home like you wanted in the other room?"

"Please don't stop." She whispered breathlessly.

I smiled and stood back and looked at her, grinning I crossed my arms as her eyes snapped open wide when she didn't feel my touch like she had expected. Before she could start in again with all of her pleading and begging I told her that there was only one way I would continue because of how she had just behaved in the other room. She looked at me and bit her bottom lip before she mustered up the courage to ask me what. Her eyes welled up with humiliation when I told her that while she hung there that she needed to step inside the tub and pee for me with her legs spread wide apart so I could watch the stream of urine run down. The battle of wills was about to unfold.

We stood there for several minutes while she refused to even enter the tub. Tears ran over her cheeks as she said repeatedly that she couldn't do what I had requested. She begged and pleaded for me to allow her to do anything different. I walked into my bedroom and got out the crop and a few other toys and brought them back. Her love of the crop had become something a little more than irresistible to her. With her arms outstretched over her head I applied clothespins. One at time they went on slowly. I outlined her body with them starting from just the inside of hers arms above the elbow and down her sides. I circled her nipples with them and her eyes grew glassier as each one pinched and gave her that little compression of pain she enjoys so much.

I helped her lift her legs one at a time till she was standing inside the tub, her legs spread wide as more pins lined her inner thighs and then 3 on each of her pussy lips. I tied two shoe strings to pull the pins back against her legs and spread her pussy open so I could tease her hard throbbing clit. She was so wet and she trembled and shook from the adrenalin coursing through her body. I again stood back when I knew she was right on the edge of both cumming and flight and ordered her to pee. All this time and effort and she still had not used her safe word. But she still cried that she didn't think she could do it.

I knew from the length of time the pins had been in place that as soon as I would begin to take them off the closer she would come to flight and lose control for me as I had wanted. So I reached up and began to slowly remove the pins. I teased her after removing each one, all the way through of doing what I was doing I made her drink water to fill her bladder and force her to pee. She squirmed and moaned as she felt the blood rushing back to each of the tiny little surfaces of skin that had been pinched. She was rapidly approaching that second wave of fight or flight, her frustration and anger burned in her eyes as she struggled to comply with what I wanted but the last remnants of what she had been taught as a child that was proper behavior held her back.

I picked up the crop and left the pins on her legs and pussy in place as I flicked the end of the crop across all the previous marks left behind from the pins that had been removed. She moaned and cried even louder, I continued to order her to pee. Finally her head sagged and hung as her body heaved with sobs. I laid the crop aside and placed an arm around her and my other hand reach down and I fingered her, playing hard against her g-spot and talked to her softly, encouraging her to let go. Within seconds she was cumming uncontrollably and I felt the warm flow running over my wrist. I pulled back slowly and watched as her water flowed down into the tub. Her head hung as if she was ashamed, she cried and sobbed. I removed the rest of the pins once she was done. I untied her arms and rubbed them as I turned on the shower and let the warm water and my arms soothe and calm her.

She gathered her composure and I felt her body stiffen against me and she pushed herself away from me and turned, she was quiet as her tears fell silently over her cheeks. She washed herself and shampooed her hair, finally she turned back to me in the midst of the flow from the showerhead, and narrowed her eyes, I could see she was ashamed and humiliated and it made her angry. It was the first time my little dove ever cussed me and went too far.

With her body wet and glistening in the warm water I quickly spun her around and forced her to bend over and I began to spank her hard with my bare hand. Within a few swats the sounds of her sobs changed to those of contrite sorrow. She was beginning to apologize and when her knees began to buckle I pulled her close and allowed her sobs to subside. I explained to her that she was ok, and what she did for me was good, that I was proud of her for doing what I knew was incredibly hard for her. She shook and trembled against me and sobbed with the words she spook. She couldn't understand why or how I could still want her after what I had made her do in front of me. I smiled as I explained that it only made me want her more. I felt like I owned her but to my own regret now, I didn't tell her that when I had the chance. She was my whole world but I was too selfish in my own self-protection to even admit that much.

We had several other occasions when this activity played out between us, both as humiliation and as a sensual act. I knew she never cared much for it and that she only did it for me and my pleasure, but I do remember the reaction she always had when she would let go of that struggle and allow the flight to when out over the fight instinct and she would soar with her deep submissive beauty that made me love her even more. If only I had told her that, maybe we would still be together today. I have my memories of her which I have chosen to share with the readers of these little tales, and those memories are my dearest treasures in this life.


Review This Story || Author: steve_4373
Previous Chapter Back to Content & Review of this story Next Chapter Display the whole story in new window (text only) Previous Story Back to List of Newest Stories Next Story Back to BDSM Library Home