u/cloudynymph4

I 19F have been exploring my submissive side for a few months and last night I completely surrendered to my Dom. The second I walked through his door he looked at me and simply said “strip.” I took everything off and stood naked in front of him, already shaking with excitement and nerves.

He tied my wrists tightly together and pulled them up high, attaching the rope to a hook on the ceiling so I was forced to stay on my toes. Then he bound my thighs and ankles together, leaving my legs pressed closed and my pussy squeezed tight. The position made me feel so helpless and exposed.

He started with his belt. The first few lashes across my ass made me yelp. By the tenth strike my ass was burning and I was dripping down my thighs. He laughed and ran his fingers along my pussy, showing me how soaked I was from the pain.

Such a pathetic little slut, he said. Getting wet just from being beaten. He slapped my face lightly and shoved three fingers deep inside me, fucking me roughly while I hung there moaning. Every time I got close to coming he pulled his fingers out and slapped my clit hard, edging me until I was crying and begging.

He finally lowered me down, bent me over his bed and fucked me hard from behind while pulling my hair. The rope was still tight around my wrists and thighs. He called me his dirty 19 year old whore and told me I existed only to take cock. I came so hard my legs gave out but he kept pounding me, using the rope to hold me in place.

He flipped me onto my back, spread my legs as wide as the ropes allowed, and fucked me even deeper. He pinched and slapped my tits while choking me lightly. I came again screaming, completely lost in the mix of pain and pleasure. When he was ready he pulled out and shot his thick load all over my face and chest, marking me as his.

He left me tied up for a while afterwards, covered in his cum, breathing heavily and feeling completely used. The rope marks on my skin and the soreness in my pussy felt perfect.

I have never felt more alive than when I’m tied up and degraded like that. Being treated like a worthless fucktoy by him is exactly what I crave. I’m already desperate for the next time he decides to break me again.

The basement playroom was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of leather and her own desperate arousal. Ava knelt completely naked on the cold hardwood floor, her knees aching, forehead pressed against the toe of his heavy black leather boots.

"Pathetic," he sneered from above, looking down at her with contempt. "Look at you. A proud, beautiful woman reduced to groveling at my dirty boots like a worthless bitch."

Ava whimpered, her pussy throbbing painfully. She had been edged for nearly two hours already — brought right to the brink over and over, only to be denied each time. Now she was broken down exactly where he wanted her.

"Please, Sir..." she whispered, lips brushing the polished leather. "I'll do anything. Just let me cum."

He laughed coldly and pressed the sole of his boot against her cheek, smearing a bit of dirt across her skin.

"Anything? Then start licking. Clean them properly. And don't you dare touch that dripping cunt."

Ava's face burned with humiliation as she extended her tongue and began licking his boots. She dragged it slowly along the leather, tasting the faint grit and polish. She worked diligently — licking the sides, the top, even the soles when he lifted his foot. Every few seconds she looked up at him with desperate, watery eyes.

"Good little bootlicker," he mocked. "This is what you're good for. Not your fancy job, not your degrees — just worshipping my feet like a desperate, denied whore."

He shifted his other boot forward, pressing it firmly against her mouth.

"Suck the heel. Show me how badly you want permission to cum."

Ava obeyed without hesitation, wrapping her lips around the thick heel of his boot and sucking it like it was his cock. Drool ran down her chin as she moaned pathetically, grinding her hips uselessly in the air. Her swollen clit ached, her thighs slick with her own juices.

After several long minutes, he pulled his boot away and rested it on her shoulder, pinning her down slightly.

"Beg," he commanded. "Beg like the foot-obsessed slut you are."

Tears of frustration pricked her eyes as she pressed her lips to the toe of his boot again.

"Please, Sir… I’m just a pathetic boot whore. I don’t deserve your cock. I don’t even deserve to touch myself. But please let me cum. I’ll lick your boots every single day. I’ll clean them with my tongue after you’ve walked through mud. I’ll crawl behind you and kiss them whenever you snap your fingers. Just please let your denied little toy have an orgasm… I’m begging you!"

He smirked and pressed the toe of his boot between her spread thighs, rubbing it roughly against her dripping pussy.

Ava gasped and immediately started grinding against the leather, moaning loudly.

"Look at that," he laughed. "Humping my boot like a bitch in heat. So fucking disgusting."

The pressure felt heavenly on her desperate clit. She rode his boot frantically, getting closer and closer…

Then he pulled it away.

"No," he said simply.

Ava let out a broken sob, collapsing forward and kissing his boots frantically.

"Please! I was so close… I’m losing my mind, Sir. I need to cum so badly. I’ll stay denied for weeks if you want, just let me have one tonight. Please… I’m nothing without your permission. I’m your boot-licking, denied fucktoy…"

He reached down, grabbed her hair, and forced her face back down to his boots.

"Keep licking. Maybe if you make them shine perfectly with your tongue, I’ll think about it. Or maybe I’ll just edge you on my boot again and leave you denied for another week."

Ava whimpered miserably and continued worshipping his boots, her body trembling with need and humiliation.

We were seated in the back of the plane. The last row. He was cute and we flirted and laughed for the first few hours of the flight. We were flying from Philadelphia to Seattle. My boobs were full of milk and I needed to pump. My pump was in the overhead storage compartment and I asked if he would get up and get it for me (I had the window seat). I joked that unless, of course, he wanted to ’help out’. He looked at me in disbelief but we both started laughing and he said he was down. I had my nursing blanket in my lap so I covered him up and he leaned over, I lifted my shirt, undid my bra, and he latched on! It felt absolutely incredible!!! I would nudge him anytime a flight attendant was heading our way and he’d pull his head out and act like nothing was happening haha. He nursed both of my breasts dry by the time we landed in Seattle. We said goodbye as we deplaned. My head was spinning by the time I got inside and was walking to baggage claim. I was so wet and horny. I found the nearest bathroom and I took care of myself and had the most intense orgasm I can ever remember having. I was literally yelling in the bathroom stall.

Ah, good times. I love being a woman :)