“Submit!” I say to myself. It doesn’t help that I can’t see anything through my mask, a present Master gave me a couple of years ago with flaps for every orifice in my face. Today, my eyes are covered and so I am, on my knees and deprived of sight.

“I am a submissive woman” I say to myself. I have chosen this lifestyle and I love my Master, my Lord and Ruler. I love to be dominated but in this power game where the weak is me, I still retain some form of control. You see, Master wants to see me shake, quiver with fear, or rebellion, and I want to show him nothing of the sort. Just complete submission. Oh! I know full well that at the end, the room will be filled with my cries when my body will have finally surrendered to His treatment of me, but I am in the now. “Submit!” I keep on saying to myself. “Don’t show Him your fears! Make him work.

I hear the door open and then close. For a moment, my senses are in overdrive as I strain to find out if I am alone in the room or if there is someone else with me. I feel the collar on my neck, tight and foreboding. Master is always methodical. The collar is wide and seemingly elongated my neck and the inner surface is laid with tiny specks, little protuberances that bite my flesh and the more I wiggle, the more it hurts. This submissive woman has learned her lessons, over time, and I know too well not to give into the urge to pull. Any effort to loosen away from the collar’s grip is doomed before it’s even started and I know to keep perfectly still.

Besides, I can feel the rope cutting into my arms and wrists. I am a prisoner in a dark room. There was the subtle smell of Master’s cologne a while ago and now nothing, so I know I am alone. There is no other smell. If someone was in the room I would smell it.

Of course, I am not allowed to refer to Master or any of his friends as “it” but this is my mind, and I still have some control, for now. Through the wall, I hear the “click clock” of the wall clock in the living room and I set my senses on its soothing song. “Click” for anytime fear creeps in, and “clock” the enjoyment of not surrendering to fear.. Yet!

I have lost all senses of time, I am sure there is no one with me in the room and yet I keep perfectly still. I have a strong urge to shiver, naked as I am in the cool air, but that would be movement, an admission of my weakness and I am not surrendering to Him.. Yet! He may be my Master, but I am in control.

And at once, in one swift movement that takes me by surprise and sends me gagging against my collar, I feel the hardness of a dick gliding effortlessly inside of me. Even at that moment, the thought that I am dripping wet hits me with delight. Everything has been done to me so far to deprive me of my own personal pleasures, and yet, in spite of everything, I am still wet, excited.

But the moment of elation is short lived. Soon enough I feel myself gagging, so hard was the penetration that it sent me forward. If it wasn’t for the ropes and the collar, I would be lying flat on the floor able to move, but Master can be very methodical and my submission is total.

I know it is not Master fucking me from behind. The shape of this dick is different, not smaller or bigger, but alien. The rhythm is also different. It is not Master behind me. This dick inside of me belongs to someone else. I am trying to focus hard, sensing a familiarity of feeling and movement but this time, I have no idea.

The fucking is controlled, and relentless. This man is obviously in control of his dick. I can feel each inch sliding in and out of me and a familiar tingling appears, in spite of the pains on my neck. Ah! This damn collar. If only I didn’t have it, I would fully enjoy this session.

“Open your mouth” I hear all of a sudden and this time, it is low pitched, soft and powerful voice. It’s Master and he’s been in front of me all this time. Who else is in the room I ask myself as fear finally seeps in.

Master’s dick is probing my lips and so I open my mouth to receive his dick. Behind me, the man fucking me remains steady. The tingling is stronger now but Master pushes his dick further into my throat until I erupt in a fit of coughs, pulling against my better judgment against the rope and the collar that bind me.

“Hold her steady!” My Master speaks out and I feel two sets of hands grabbing on each side of my body. There are now four people around me, in the room where I thought I was alone.

“Do you think you are still in control” My Master asks me and I hear the whipping sound of a cane before I feel it, right above my buttocks. I am still being fucked from behind and My Master dick is still sliding in and out of my mouth.

And I realize that today’s session is different than all the others… They are not done with me yet!

I am a submissive wife. My husband is my Master, and I am happy to let him dominate me.

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