Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled ‘Did you figure out who the first Dom is, Sir?” Is it bothering you that you are not the first Dom? Did you figure out who he is? Who started it all? He was the one back then, who told me not to speak unless spoken to. He took my voice away all due to rumors one told him instead of talking to me. Yes, Sir, he taught me kneel and I did as told, to be his Sub, so I wouldn’t have to get his wrath again.
Yes, Sir, even today, he still has that power over me. I get nervous whenever I think about him. I wonder, would he approve of my stories? I think he would.
Are you upset that some stories are about him? Which ones? You need to figure that out as I love this power play mind fucking game I do with you, baby..
Do you wonder if it is the same for you? Remember, Sir, you created me, the Salty Vixen I am today.
Sir, do you remember why I was so timid when talking to you? That was all because of him. Think about it, it took the first Dom to make me feel worthless and you to make me feel protected and wanted-Does that make you the Alpha Male for me? Yes, it does and I fucking love it.
Tell me, do you remember when you told people to stop making fun of me during practice one evening. I was very aroused, as you were the first person in my life who stood up for me.
Sir, if you asked me to do something, I would do it. When you would text me, I would stop what I was doing and respond to what you asked me to do. Your voice, your words, aroused me and truth be told, when I think about you, fuck. I am turned on. Yes, that hold you had over me still lingers.
So Sir, you know that, I would do anything you asked me to do back then and even today. You and I both know, the power struggle we have through words, our sex life would be hot as fuck as there hasn’t been anyone like you in my life since then to have that power over me. Fuck. That idea, that thought, turns me on.
If you were here right now, I wonder who would be in control of role play? It all depends on my Salty Vixen mood.
Maybe I will kneel and suck your cock as you demand or I push you onto the bed and straddle you, telling you to lick my pussy until I cum.
Remember, Sir, you created me. I am your Sub and I am your Mistress. Don’t worry, the first Dom can never have me again. That was just training.
Tell me, Sir, who is the Alpha male in my life, is it the first Dom? Perhaps.. No. I think it is you, yes, it is you. It always has been you. You are in my thoughts and in my desires and fuck, I get so turned on when I think of you baby. Now let’s begin the story, Sir…
I sat, remembering the night with you, when you spanked me, making me yours.
You told me it was time to remove that robe, to show myself to you. I slowly let it slide down my shoulders, catching it in my hands, then let it slip to the floor.
I wore a white satin thigh-length nightgown, with thin little straps and a single strand of pearls around my neck.
You smacked my ass with your bare hand, and told me to kneel in front of you, and to get rid of those red lace panties. I did as told, feeling semi-naked, exposed, the white satin nightgown barely covering my hips. You bound my hands with the belt of my terry cloth robe, cinching it tight around my wrists. Your hands stroked my soft hair, telling me that you were not pleased when I opened the car door myself today.
“Now tell me, how many times did you do it?" You asked me.
"Four" I softly said. A soft tear trickling down my cheek. I felt your displeasure with me. It wounded my heart.
I knew you wanted to always treat me like a lady, and when I opened the door myself, it made you angry.
"You know you must be punished for that, don't you, Salty Vixen?” You asked softly, your voice mesmerizing, soft, seductive.
"Yes," I replied, half in fear, half in arousal.
You guided my mouth to your cock, full and heavy in front of me. I slipped my soft lips around the swollen head. Your hips gyrated gently towards me, pushing your hardened length deep into my mouth. I love your cock as I worship it every fucking day. “Very nice, Salty Vixen.” You said. Oh you were pleased, weren’t you baby.
After a few moments, you pulled away from me briefly, lowering the straps of the nightgown, exposing my double D- breasts. Do you love my tits baby? I love when you play with them, play with them..suck them and licking them slowly with your magical tongue.
You attached a nipple clamp. I winced; it was too tight, too painful. You saw my pain, and promptly removed it. You tried the clothes pins next but they were too painful now, the nipple slightly crushed by the nipple clamp before. You then just tossed them aside, and gently massaged my nipples. The pleasure/pain was exquisite, your touch soothing yet again arousing like nothing I had ever felt before. I felt my nipples hardening more as your hand caressed my breasts.
You guided your hard cock back into my soft mouth, and leaned over my shoulder to spank my full round bottom. I shuddered at each hard blow, my pale skin turning a lovely shade of pink. I kept sucking you, harder, deeper; tears starting running down my face. I loved the pain and pleasure, Sir..
You stopped spanking me, your hands stroking my hair, whispering words of praise.
The tears poured unashamedly down my cheeks as you praised me, telling me how proud you were for me for allowing the spanking, for taking the nipple clamps so well, and for the excellent job I did on your cock with my magical mouth.
Then you pulled me to my feet. Laying me over your lap to continue the lesson in obedience, you were going to take me further than ever before. I had became someone I did not recognize, a weeping, pleading, whimpering female who submitted my body and soul for a brief time. No one had ever done that for me before. It was the culmination of years of fantasy, literally decades of aching want, desperate need, all given like a fucking precious gift.
The tears continued to flow, hot and sweet, your hands caressing my plump, rounded cheeks. You told me I must ask now for the spanking; you told me I had to ask for four swats, and I must count them as they came. Only four? I thought ten would be perfect. Maybe twenty-two. In fact I remember the time when you told me you wanted to play Animal twenty-two times in a row...Oh yes, twenty-two spanks should be divine. Do you agree, Sir?
I begged, I pleaded, I whimpered, counting each wonderful blow. My ass was burning and tingling now, my pussy dripping, sopping wet. I felt your cock under me, warm hard and pressing up towards my body.
As I lay across your lap, trembling, shaking and quivering, your hands caressed me tenderly, soothing the reddened cheeks. Your fingers probed deeply inside my slick juicy pussy, feeling the wetness you had created with your lesson.
You pulled me into your arms. Kissing me gently, you then lead me to bed. I lay on my back, and you pleasured me with the new pink vibrator you bought recently that was especially for me. I loved your sex gifts, Sir.
Tell me, did that vibrator inspire you from the video I made for you, Sir, you know the one where I shoved a dildo up my pussy moaning your name? That was a fucking hot video, Sir.
You moved that vibrator in and out slowly, penetrating me deeply, the tip of the vibrator nudging my hardened cervix. I felt the humming throughout my entire body. Your fingers circled and rubbed my dripping pussy.
As you stroked and petted and explored, my hand joined yours on my swollen clitoris. My large pearl moved from side to side as slippery fingers tweaked, pressed and slid over it. I remembered the incredible feeling of your hands on me, steadily driving me higher and higher. Fuck, I had exploded under the combined power of your hands, the first orgasm shattering me into a million pieces.
I felt my body expanding, stretching outwards, my breath caught in my throat, blood rushing to my face and neck.
As the peak hit, it was as if my body collapsed in on itself, the convulsions rippling through my abdomen, causing me to lift my head up, my eyes tightly shut.
As I fell back down onto the bed, you continued your tender fucking. Yes, I remember climaxing for you over and over as you played with me so expertly.
The powerful orgasms seemed ripped from my very soul; your hands felt savagely tender on my soft folds. As I calmed down slightly, you knelt in front of me. I took you in my mouth, sucking, licking, nibbling on your perfect cock until you exploded into my throat, filling my mouth with the gift of your seed.
As I pulled my mouth away, I knew the incredible journey I had taken for you tonight. You lay down and held me close, your hands stroking my soft hair. Allowing me to come down from the intense emotional high, you murmured soft words of praise and love.
As the tears dried on my cheeks, I slept; fulfilled, loved, happy.
Do you enjoy my BDSM stories, Sir? Remember, I will do anything to make your cock hard for me…..even through words just like you once told me.
