Acceptance

I pace nervously, waiting for him to arrive. I swear out loud, not believing how stupid I was. I angered him, and I knew better. "Why did I do that?" I asked myself. "Why did I make such a big issue over something so small? Why must I always let my stubborn need to control outweigh my need to submit to this man I call my Master? Why can I never admit and accept the knowledge that I have given him the right and the authority to know and choose what is right for me?"

He told me on the phone there had to be a punishment, a real punishment this time. I had never experienced a "real" punishment. Sure, we had played a bit, soft spankings and the like. I am just not sure I am ready to go further. Yet, I feel terrible about what I have done, as I fight off the urge to flee. I continue to cajole and talk myself into having the courage to accept my fate. The courage to please him and make him happy with me again.

I have tried to relax with a hot bath and a glass of wine, but it's not working. I have washed away all traces of perfume so he will only smell my womanly scents. He has always preferred that to the artifices of bottled aromas. I dress in a outfit I know he will like, displaying the features he finds most attractive. And I pace.

Without warning, he walks through the door, His quiet, measured steps yet another indicator of just how upset he is with me. I face him, looking down, afraid to challenge him any further with direct eye contact.

Quietly, yet with a timbre in his voice that freezes me in my place, he says, "My love, it is time. I see little need to discuss this, do you?"

The only response I can make is "No," although I know I should be softer, more repentant, meeker. Perhaps offer apologies or explanations. Call him "Sir" or even "Master." Speak those words out loud that might please him.

"Go to your room and be ready for my inspection," he commands.

Slowly and steadily I walk to the bedroom, sauntering almost, not allowing him to see the real need in me to run quickly and do as he says.

I had expected this and have the room tidy and candlelit as he likes. Silently, I undress. Carefully, I fold my cloths and lay them neatly on the chest at the foot of the bed. Naked now, I move to the center of the room knowing I must do this right, I must do this in the way he has taught me. This is no time for a mistake or a flaw in my actions.

Lowering myself to my knees, I am careful that both legs are slightly wider apart than my shoulders and that they are straight back with my toes curled under. I gently settle my ass down toward my heels, my back straight, shoulders back, head up, eyes down, my hands resting on the outsides of my thighs palms out. Breathing deeply, I project my breasts up and forward for him to admire. I am ready now, ready for him to inspect, admire and hopefully, forgive and love. Fear and anxious anticipation consumes me while I wait. The clock ticks interminably in the silence of the flickering room. Time becomes infinity.

At last, the door opens and without uttering any words, he strides in. I dare not look up, but feel the intensity of his eyes upon me. Without moving my line of vision up, I can see that he is carrying the cotton drawstring bag. The toy bag. Thoughts of our trip to the city, the purchases we made together at the adult shops. Hundreds of little snippets pass through my mind quickly. The fun we have had learning, reading, playing, teasing. I know what is in the bag. The soft leather flogger, the riding crop and the black leather cuffs. Those items that he wanted, that he bought. The implements I have yet to feel upon my body. The tools that scare me slightly, fill me with trepidation and a funny tingling deep in my core.

He walks behind me and automatically I move to the second inspection position. As he has taught me. As I know he expects from me. Slowly, carefully, knowing I must do this right, I bend forward, placing my forearms on the floor in front of me, elbows out, fingers touching, my forehead on the back of my hands. I push my softly-curved ass towards the ceiling. All my woman flesh open for him to inspect, to touch, to use, to take as he may want.

Suddenly, I feel the smack of his hand. First he slaps my right ass cheek, then the left. Hard slaps. Slaps that make my breath draw in involuntarily with their bite. My mind can barely acknowledge the pain of these stings before a warm sensation travels through my body. I immediately become aware of how aroused I am. How wet I have become without realizing it. I inhale deeply, savoring my own scent. The smell of desire, of a woman's heat.

"My little one," he begins, "you are not to speak but only to answer this question with a nod of your head. What you have done cannot be ignored. You must be punished severely and it must be done now. If you are afraid, you need only say no, and I will leave and we will never speak of this again. I will accept the fact that I have been a poor Master and I will carry the blame for your thoughtless and brazen behavior. If you say yes, I will begin your punishment immediately and we will both learn from this incident. I assure you, your safe word will be respected, but to convince me of your sincerity, you must push your limits. What is your answer, my submissive love?"

A hundred emotions flood my mind at once. I don't want to lose him, but the punishment scares me. I hate to admit I am wrong, that what I did earlier was not the actions of a submissive to her Master. My mind screams silently at me to take back the control that I feel slowly ebbing away from me. And yet, I am drawn to the feeling of surrender. Drawn to showing him my inherent need to be his in all ways. Compelled to show him that I relinquish the responsibility for my behavior and give myself over to him.

My body trembles imperceptibly and I wonder if it is out of fear or anticipation. I am bound to answer him in the only way my stubborn nature can accept. Defeat is not in me. I will not let go of something and someone I need so completely. Fear of the unknown is not enough to make me lose this man I love. I will not let my false pride or foolish intractability rob me of the freedom that I know will wash over me the minute I accept his domination. The minute I turn over all that I am him.

Taking a deep breath for an answer I cannot voice, I nod my head in an almost imperceptible affirmative motion.

"Then on your feet," he commands quickly and sharply. "Stand at the foot of the bed facing it."

I silently and rapidly move to the bed, not looking at him. Still standing tall, and staring straight ahead at the headboard, I tell myself I am secure in my sense of strength. I foolishly attempt to retain my individuality and control.

In the silence of the room, I my ears hear the unmistakable sounds of the ribbons being pulled on the drawstring bag. Without warning, I feel his closeness behind me and a blindfold slips down over my eyes. The darkness is startling, yet reassuring. The blindfold is a comfort, for I know I will not see what is to come and will not therefore be tempted to submit to fear. I also know that with this darkness, my other senses will take charge and become more alert.

The touch of his lips on my ear startles me and then his voice whispers in a soft, yet menacing tone, "Do not speak, only obey. You may only speak to utter your safe word or if by chance you are about to orgasm, for you must ask permission to do so. Don't expect much generosity, and heaven help you if you fail to ask or cum without permission."

Afraid to speak, I nod my head in understanding.

"Now, crawl up on the bed on all fours," he instructs me, his voice tense and evoking complete power and control of my body.

Doing as I am told, I remember to keep my legs apart, my back flat, and my head up as he has taught me. I know how much he likes to look at and caress my breasts as they hang down. How deeply he fills me when he takes me from behind and makes me his slut, his submissive. I feel the leather cuffs being put on my ankles and wrists. Always an action that fills my body with anticipation and secret enjoyment.

He pulls on my right ankle first, attaching it to the bed corner. Then, I feel my left ankle being tugged on and I feel him securing it to the opposing bed corner. Instinctively, I try to bring my legs together, a futile gesture that does nothing but confirm my knowledge that my legs are securely restrained with no hope of moving. My ankles don't budge and my thighs are no longer capable of providing a hiding place for my sex. Unconsciously, I try to press my naked ass onto the bed.

Without warning, I feel his hand slap the soft, bare flesh of my exposed bottom. A sharp stinging blow. A tiny scream slips from my lips. Instantly, a flood of desire flows through me, and I am surprised that there was no pain.

Menacingly, he hisses, "Don't move again."

Freezing in sudden terror, my stomach turning violently, I steel my mind to obey. I feel my right wrist and arm pulled back, stretching towards my ankle. Then, my left wrist pulled back toward my left ankle, both cuffed securely and now useless. My head drops down a bit, and pillows are suddenly piled under me for support. With the strain off my back, my mind relaxes a bit and I become aware of my ass jutting up in the air, open and vulnerable. My desire-swollen pussy exposed to not only his searching eyes and strong hands, but anything else he may choose to use. I hear my heart pounding in my ears. I am terrified and at the same time, excited. Almost wanting to feel the first blow fall on my exposed nakedness. Wanting to please him and needing to show myself that I can take it. That I am strong and still able to control my body.

Time seems to stop and again I hear only the ticking of the clock. Then without any warning, I hear the rustling of the toy bag. My mind races…what will be first, the flogger, the whip, the belt, something else? I struggle with the urge to scream out, "Start, start, please start!" Needing a release of some kind. An end to the intense apprehension that fills my mind. I bite my lip till it bleeds, knowing this is not the time to disobey, not the time to cry out. Yet the suspense, the anxiety, a real and clawing emotion within my head.

I can hear no movement, but suddenly I sense him at my left side. He is right-handed; this is where the blows will come from. Taking a quick breath, I remind myself to be strong. My muscles tense, my senses become a tripwire for his imminent approach.

Gasping out loud, I abruptly feel something sliding delicately down the crack of my ass. What is it? What? The tip of a whip? A flogger? A dildo? It gently dances on the lips of my pussy and slips inside me. Two fingers! Two familiar fingers. I realize how wet I have become as I feel my juices sliding slowly down to the tip of my distended clitoris. A trickle of the fluid that so readily flows in his presence. Another finger begins to caress my left nipple, and my mind begins to blur with confusion. From somewhere within my subconscious mind I remember I need permission to cum. I feel tiny vestiges of anger within me. I want to shout, "Whip me, spank me, punish me, but don't tease me!"

Biting my lip even harder, to restrain the words of need from slipping out of my mouth, I feel the intense pleasure of his fingers on my left nipple. Lightly at first, gentle pulling and teasing me with soft pressure as he rolls my taut nipple between his fingers. Then, there is an increase in his grip and he quickly pinches the swollen nub harder, sending waves of intense desire down to my heat.

I strain to listen to his breathing, to hear the sounds of his closeness. I want to gauge his emotions, I want to know that he loves me. I need to know that he wants me and yet, still I cling to the shards of my own strength, the stubbornness of my will...not wanting to give in...not wanting to lose.

I feel his fingers within my wet essence move, slowly, and rhythmically, sliding them in and out of my welcoming slit. Gently, he caresses that spot within me that is my sexual soul, creating a steady pattern of intense feelings. The nerve endings in the engorged lips of my sex are alive with the need for fulfillment and for the need to seek release. I desperately crave freedom from the maddening desires that have been building within me from the moment he covered my eyes, from the moment he entered the room.

Without conscious thought, my hips begin to slowly undulate, jockeying my yearning womanhood into a position of the most pleasure, straining towards release. My fingers clench tightly into my fists and my nails dig into the soft palms of my hands. Tiny moans escape from my throat and the quivering of my thighs becomes so obvious, I know he will see it and perhaps withdraw from me, leaving me, destroying me.

"Ah...my love...my sweet submissive...what am I to do with you?"

His soft voice parts the silence of the room, pushing me even closer to the edge of orgasm, the voice that soothes me, caresses me, teaches me. The voice I love.

"Speak not, my love, my little one...only know that you have hurt me with your disobedience. You have saddened me and made me wonder where I may have failed you as your Master. For surely I have been remiss in something or the one I call my own would never have disobeyed Me in this way."

His words flow gently around my body, wrapping me in a cocoon of sorrow and disappointment. The enormity of his pain pierces the very core of my being. My breath stops. I am unable to move, to think. I want to scream. I want to beg him to punish me physically. To flog me, twist me, do anything but sear me with these words. This pain that is more debilitating, more crushing than any touch to my body could ever be.

Still holding my breath, I feel searing, hot tears slide down my cheeks. My body begins to tremble in such a way that I am almost incapable of remaining in my present position. I realize he has withdrawn his hands from my body. I am destroyed. The exquisite agony of his touch has suddenly been replaced with the unbearable pain of his disappointment.

Unable to control myself, a sob breaks free from my throat. My surrender is complete. The stubbornness within me gone. My need to withhold my control is lost as I experience the intense misery of his possible rejection. He is my other half, he is that which makes me whole. My only thoughts are the complete void I feel at having lost him...and his love.

All at once, his arms are around me. His hands caress my body, running up and down the length of me, bringing them to rest on the cheeks of my still-trembling ass. I sense movement and feel his body as he moves closer to me. I feel his knees slide my legs further apart. His legs now brushing against the inside of mine. The hardness of him probing against my still-wet pussy.

"I will take you now, my dear, because I do love you, and I am now and will always be your Master. I will forgive you this time because your body tells me of its sorrow and of its promise to not err again. Speak to me now, my little one. Tell me of your gift, of your submission. Tell me that I not only possess your body, but I possess your mind. Tell me with your words, my submissive one, then cum for me and let your body tell me as well."

My heart fills with an incomprehensible joy and in a voice barely capable of speech, I softly whisper, "Master, I am yours. My body, my mind, my soul. In my submission, I give you my essence and in doing so, I look to you for protection, love and for your help in becoming even more than I am now. I trust you and find total fulfillment in the joining of my will and yours."

With no more words, my face still laying on the now-damp pillows and my ass still raised before him, I feel the hardness of his cock slowly enter me. Long, deep strokes penetrate my wet and waiting valley as I gasp softly. His hands hold my hips, pulling them back and meshing my soft, round bottom tight against his hard, lean body. His hardness pierces my yearning cunt, driving into me deeply. Burying himself completely within me, filling the very depths of me. Possessing me, fucking me harder and harder. Pounding into me, his bare flesh slapping against mine and filling the room with the sound of our sex.

Quite without warning, from somewhere within the very essence of my being, I am suddenly swept away on a surge of physical ecstasy so intense I can do nothing more than succumb totally to a crest of orgasmic waves. Arching my back, my body awash in uncontrollable tremors, I sense a frenetic change in his rhythm. With my drenched pussy still sucking at the inflexible cock within me, I am once again overcome with orgasmic passion as I feel the burning hot release of his cum deep inside me. His thrusts become spasmodic and uncontrolled. His rapid breathing matches mine. His passion parallels the intensity I am lost in. My surrender is complete, our bodies are now as one.

No longer are we merely Master and submissive. We have become one entity. One force comprised of love, devotion and unified power.