On Becoming His by Benjamin T. Russell, Cassandre Dayne

punishment reminded me I belonged to him
    And I wanted nothing less
    Crackle!
    The electric pulsing through the air sent scattered pants bursting from my mouth
    Then I surrendered to my Master
    Roar!
    The timbre of his voice, dark and dangerous became an all controlling quest
    The power of his discipline was scintillating
     
    Gush!
    The sensations of joy and ecstasy scattered white-hot heat into my pussy
    As I opened my legs
    Smack!
    The severity of several hard spanks impelled a bedraggled scream from my pursed lips
    Yet I obeyed his command of stillness
    Agony!
    The increasing heated pain sent shimmers of dazzling light dancing across my field of vision
    And I rose onto all fours as commanded
    The power of his discipline was intoxicating
     
    Slam!
    The rumble of the whip as it was dropped onto the floor created quivers deep in my cunt
    As I awaited the feel of his cock
    Thrust!
    The force as his throbbing shaft impaled my ass jerked my back into a deep arch
    And I gave him my body and soul
    Mine!
    The single word whispered of complete utter ownership created the sound of silence
    Then I dropped my head in submission
    The power of his discipline was perfect

Unsure
     
     
    She sat quietly, knowing he would ask
    And she wasn’t certain what to say
    He sat watching, giving her a commanding look
    Worrying
    Sighing
    She fingered the single sheet of paper and trembled
    Decidedly unsure
     
    She stood slowly, realizing it was time
    And she had no idea where to start
    He leaned back, swirling his drink in his glass
    And simply gave her a nod
    Thinking
    Wanting
    She gripped the edge of the table and panted
    Still unsure
     
    She nodded absently, figuring he was eager
    And she tried to know what to say
    He exhaled slowly, glancing down the length of her
    And lifted a single finger
    Glancing
    Hungering
    She gripped the paper into her fingers and shifted
    Somewhat unsure
     
    She eased forward gracefully, her future resting in her hand
    And she grew anxious, knowing what this meant
    He rose to his feet defiantly, easing toward her as he smiled
    And beckoned her to come
    Staring
    Thirsting
    She stole a glance at what would be the beginning of the rest of her life
    Slightly unsure
     
    She handed him the page, their life now forever intertwined
    And she understood his command, drinking in the concept
    He lowered his head with purpose, holding the back of her head
     
     
     
    And whispered, “forever mine”
    Succumbing
    Obeying
    And now she was entirely sure
     
     

WHEN I CALL HIM SIR
     
     
    Breathless, I stand waiting, my hand pressed against the glass
    Knowing what he wants and what he requires
    There’s no doubt I’m ready and yet I remain afraid
    We’ve thought about calling him sir
     
    Chuckling, I finger the thin shirt as my heart races
    Knowing this will forever change our relationship, our commitment
    There’s no doubt the decision is the right one yet I fear the unknown
    We’ve teased about calling him sir
     
    Glancing at my watch, I know its time and he expects so much
    Knowing I am willful and he’ll need to be very strict
    There’s no doubt I need his strong hand and his controlled discipline
    We’ve talked about calling him sir
     
    Moving into the kitchen, I slide my hand across the cool wood
    Knowing I’ll experience more than just measured pain
    There’s no doubt he was meant to be the one in charge
    We’ve realized I’ll call him sir
     
    Removing my clothes, I stand naked and slowly inch toward the wall
    Knowing want’s required of me, what will be
    There’s no doubt he’s the only man I could trust with my needs
    We’ve understood I’ll call him sir
     
    Hearing the door close, I inhale deeply, his scent a powerful command
    Knowing it’s almost time and he’ll require complete obedience
    There’s something about his touch across my naked skin
    We’ve determined I’ll call him sir
     
    Feeling his hot breath as he pulls me over his lap, I tremble but remain resolved
    Knowing I’m in his