My eyes focussed on the ground but my body as straight as I could make it in my position. I was kneeling in front of the bed and simply waited.
He gave me the command just a few minutes ago but it was already difficult for me to hold back any excitement. My fingers were constantly fidgeting behind my back which just made my state of tensed happiness more tangible and noticeable than any other signs I already showed. It just took him a few words to have me strip naked, just in some underwear, and wait for him at the designated spot.
In my mind, thoughts about his ideas, his likes, his plans and wishes fully occupied my brain. “Would he get out the flogger again? What restraints will he choose? Do I get to cum? Will I make him cum?” A series of scenarios played out in my mind. Each of them related to some of our continuous talks about our kinks and based on past experiences we made.
A shudder ran down my spine once I hear is steps on the floor beside me. I had no idea when he entered or how long he must have been standing there but I could feel his gaze on my upper body. He was admiring me like he so regularly does and it is usually followed by lots of praises about my form, my attire, and my devotion. But this time, he did not say a word as he stepped forward and sat down on the bed. I noticed that he was barefoot and naked – or at least I could not see any pants on him with my head pointing at the ground. The last time I looked up too early, he went for the crop. The memory made some spots on my butt and thighs tingle strangely.
“Look up” Even though he tried to hide it, I could sense the smile in his voice. My head tilted backwards to take him in with my eyes. Like him, I failed to hide my happy and excited smile. However, my expression turned almost confused when I saw two markers resting right beside him: One red, the other one green.
“You look so unbelievable delicious down there. I really should give you some more kneeling positions. Or maybe get a cage one day so I can keep you down on your knees for longer without the need to say a single word.”
A gasp and a shiver showed off my feelings at his words. “You know… I wouldn’t want to get up, even if you were not around”
“Yes. I know. That’s why you are my good boy” The praise hit me like a wave. I did not expect it after his silent behaviour just a few seconds ago, but hearing him say these two words made me realise how addicted I am to them. How willing I was to follow his commands and obey him, just to give me another rush of this strangely fulfilling pleasure of the praise.
“My very own good boy that so much craves for the praise. Though, I wonder- how does that side of you feel that loves the sweet insults, the degradation that makes you aware that you are nothing but my slutty pet”
My face must have been burning in bright red colours as I noticed his wide grin from the effects that his words have on me. My whole body that was just tingling and grinding for more praise just froze up and looked at him with a half-opened mouth. It was not a sense of pleasure that rushed through my body this time but a very similar feeling. Though, this time, instead of the pleasurable tingle it was a pleasureful feeling of submission. A feeling that was accompanied by trust but also by humiliation and embarrassment, but an adrenaline rush and by the need to hear more of this. I was torn between the two sides already.
He was looking down at me as if expecting an answer and as if I should tell him what I wanted more. But I desired them both which was strange. On one hand, I wanted to feel like the most precious and well-behaved possession. On the other hand, the feeling of being pushed deeper and deeper, not just physically but by his words, made me crave more of his control.
“Well, lucky you. Today you will get to feel both sides. I will overshower you with praise, and degradation. I will point out all the sweet, innocent, cute parts of yourself while at the same time, I will make sure to let you know all the slutty actions I want to do to them.”
His arm lifted and his fingers pointed down to the ground. I bowed my head and leaned forward until I could feel the carpet on my forehead. But before I even reached the floor, I felt the sole of his foot pressing down on the back of my head. He was not exerting a painful amount of pressure, but he was forcing me deeper down at his very own pace. Once I was pressing my face on the rag, I turned until it was my cheek that felt the carpet while the other side was buried by his foot. It did not even take him to use his hands or his words but just this single action made me almost gasp out and strained my dick against the inside of my underwear.
He did not seem to bother much with that but bend forward. That was when I first felt the tip of one of the markers on my lower back, just above my waist. He wrote letters and strange curves right over the skin. And then I felt like he drew an arrow down to my butt cheek. I could not make out the words but when he lifted the marker his second hand moved down my body and gently squeezed into the skin. My body buckled forward, my cheek rubbing against the sole as I take in his scent again and then I thrusted back to feel his touch once more.
Without another word, he gave me a final grope and then his touch was gone. I grunted but he moved the foot up to give me a light slap on my cheek with it and responded with a giggle. My mind was rattled and shaken by his action and he was by far not done yet. I felt the marker once more, this time on the opposite side. He was scribbling again, two words it seemed, the last one very short. Once again, he finished his work of art with an arrow, this time to my right ass cheek.
“I know you love my sweet touches. You love it when my hands roam around your pretty body and squeeze those perfect, squeezable butt cheeks. So, “squeeze me” seemed more than fitting. But I didn’t truly know you, if you didn’t also like the second message”
His hand lifted of my skin and I was tethering on the ground. The pressure of is foot shifted on my cheek, making me groan quietly into it before I felt his hand once more. He brought it down in a loud swat on my right butt cheek. I whimpered out in surprise and buckled against the carpet while I felt the burning afterglow in my flesh. Before I could fully comprehend what happened, his hand came down a second and third time, each time making me grunt out afterwards.
“Hm.. You make it so tough to decide which sound I rather want to hear. I think I will have to explore more of your body. Kneel back up”
I raised my body and, in the process, I turned my head to eye down my side. I could see some green letters on my left side and red ones on my right. The burn still had to settle on my butt cheek, but I sat down on my knees nonetheless. My head turned to him and, either I must have had my confused-humiliated excited expression or an open-mouthed gasping expression, because all I could see was a satisfied smile on his face as if he was about to be done already. But I knew the was far from that.
Again, he leaned forward. His feet, this time, settled on my lap and oddly close to my crotch. My dick was twitching against his toes but still he did not even consider to give it any more attention. This was not about earning an orgasm, this was about clarifying my position to him.
His fingers wrapped around the red marker and came close to my right chest. His finger pointed up and my head tilted further into my neck to look at the ceiling as he began to trace the ink once more around my skin. He carefully wrote along my chest, three simple words it felt like, and then capped the marker shut. He chuckled in satisfaction with my obedience and I could feel the heat radiating from his hands closer to my chest. His fingers reached out and—
“Ahh—haa.. mmg” I instinctively leaned into his hands when his index and thumb found my nipple. He was pressing down on them, twisting ever so lightly, and pulling me forward. The sting was driving right through my body and as he gave them another twist, his foot gently rubbed along my shaft from the outside. I almost succumbed to him as the painful burst mingled with the sudden, sensational touch. My mouth hang open, soft whimper continuously panting out from between my lips until he finally let go and I lowered by head.
“Pinch, Twist, Pull” – three words were written around the right side of my chest and I just comprehended that he gave me a display of his message. He marked my right side with the ways of how my body can be used. Or rather, how it loves to be used and be a plaything for
him. He knew exactly how quickly I became even more submissive whenever I could feel just the slightest amounts of usage and, in this case, pain.
“Now now, my good boy loves to be used and has so many uses, but this body. It’s also…” Instead of finishing his sentence, the green marker spoke for him. He set it down on my left chest and traced three words while I watched him: “Perfect, lovely, handsome”
My face flushed at the tender, praising words. It was the sweet kind of words that are also said daily. But in this context, they became the opposite of my right side – and at the same time, one side was not fulfilled without the other. His hand reached out to caress and stroke over my left chest and he began to trace it up along my cheek. I tilted my head into the trusting touches.
“Sir, I- I want to.. I can’t decide. I want to be both.” My stammers were quickly silenced by his lips that sealed around mine. He kissed me hard and deep, making sure I could feel his passion while I was burning up underneath him, both from degradation and fulfilment of all my wishes. His hand moved around my cheek, across my ear and he pressed it against the back of my head to keep the passionate kiss for a little longer until he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled us both apart.
“I know” He smirked, clearly happy with my confession but not down. He held me firmly and brought the just used green marker up. With deliberate slowness he drew the four letters on my cheek. “Kiss”, I could feel them clearly this time because he wanted me to feel them. I already gotten my demonstration and I would not get another one.
“I know, but I want you to know how fucking good of a slut you are.” With that, he brought the marker up to my lips and I carefully clenched my teeth around it. He let go off my hair and gave me an appreciative head pet before reaching for the red colour once more. Already with a sense of ease, he traced the ink around my cheek right up to my lips. He ended with what felt like a swirl, capped the red marker, and put it beside him. He than reached out with both hands. One held onto my chin, the other one retreated the green pen. But he did not yet allow me to close my mouth.
My eyes suddenly widened at the nerve-wrecking thought about the potential message on my cheek, but I could not escape him anyways. He was leaning forward, closer and right above my mouth. I moaned out but his lips slowly opened up and his tongue slipped out. He licked across my lower lip with a hungry smile and then stopped right in above my tongue. I saw the slow stream of his saliva that dribbled down around his lips and tongue and right onto my mouth. I shivered and whimpered. My thighs clenched together, but I could not hide from him that I quickly began to swallow his drool. He chuckled and leaned closer once more to spit down my throat another time before he let go of me and watched how my throat swallowed once more.
“Good boy. Already so addicted to any of my tastes that you know what to do, isn’t that right?”
I winced at the revelation and gave him a nod. “Yes… yes, Sir.” He was playing with me like I was an instrument and he mastered to get out just the expected answers and tones from me. He was aware of all his impacts and the prints he left on me – not just with the writings that covered my skin that day. It was my usual reaction, but with the colours and the writings he made them obvious to anybody.
As I was just reflecting upon my state and the depths of my submission, he snapped a smooth leather collar around my neck with a short leash attached to it. I jerk up from y dreaming state and looked at him. But his face was un-readable to my skills – just a knowing smile of what he wanted to now do. He tugged and I followed behind him on the ground. He walked slowly so that I could easily follow him until we reached the bed room and the big mirror in there. He only let go of the leash when I had kneeled down right in front of my own reflection.
“Thirsty” I could finally read the latest addition to my body. But I could also see that he brought both markers with him as well. His finger rotated and I rotated by body to the side so that I could see my profile in the mirror. He bowed down to his knees and down near my belly and crotch. He brought up the red marker first and began writing while he talked at the same time.
“I didn’t even need to tie you down tonight, no need for restraints, a gag, any devices. You just gave yourself to me on my word. And that makes you my… personal slut” He emphasised the words right when his writing came to a stop and I did not need to look into the mirror to know what he had put on me.
“But you being my personal slut also makes you something special. Something amazing, and just perfect. It makes you my… good boy” Again, this time, however, with the green marker he finished his monologue right when the tip of the marker left my body again. He drew the last two additions just around my hip and above my crotch, almost touching, but with a fine, barely visible distinctive line between my two sides – my degradation and my praise.
“Do you want to be my personal slut and my good boy for one more time?” He threw the markers away and his hands went down his shirt right to the top of his pants. He slipped them inside and I could see the bulge right around his crotch area until his pants and underwear were gone. “Yes, Sir”
My answer came out almost hungrily, eagerly, and in a state of pure bliss. His slut, his bitch, his perfect toy and good boy. It all just mingled in my head and I knew I just wanted to give further proof why everything that was written on myself was true. As my head leaned forward and my lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, I glanced back in the mirror, an ashamed, happy, degraded, smiling, eager and lustful toy, kneeling and sucking on the erection he could cause.