Fifty Shades of Submission (11 page)

“There now,” she said soothingly, seductively. “Isn’t pleasure so much more erotic than pain?”

She began to stroke the shaft of my penis more firmly, and then she rolled my T-shirt up to my armpits so that my chest was exposed and pulled my jeans and briefs down as far as my knees, exposing my genitals and thighs. She kissed my nipple rings, and then my penis ring.

“Wou
ld you like me to pleasure you?”

I nodded, groaning.

She kneeled between my thighs and took my swollen penis into her mouth and deep-throated my cock in long, sucking motions. In just a few minutes, she brought me to the brink of climaxing.

“I’m going to come if you don’t stop,”
I moaned as her mouth moved expertly and deliberately up and down my cock.

“Good, I want you to come.” She adjusted her position, pulled down her
knickers under her skirt and straddled me, moving her vagina down over my rock-hard cock, taking it in all the way inside of her.

“
Fuck me, Julian
,” she gasped, beginning to move rhythmically on top of me.

I thrust up into her
, pushing powerfully with my hips, taking her buttocks in my hands and pulling her violently down against my groin so that she was speared by my massive cock and unable to escape its penetration.

It was wonderful to be inside he
r at last. Her vagina was tight and wet, sucking exquisitely at my hard rod inside her.  My thrusts grew faster and more urgent as I penetrated her as deep and as hard as I could and she began to moan and writhe on top of me. For a moment the pain and pleasure of it seemed to overwhelm her and she tried to pull away from my unrelenting cock but I gripped her buttocks hard and held her vagina firmly in place. She was not going to escape being fucked long and hard by me.

Then, t
o my surprise, Saskia became not only passionate, but skilful. She squeezed my cock deliciously with her strong, pliant vagina and began to moan softly.

“
I’m coming, Julian!”
she groaned in my ear. “
Fuck me! Harder! Yes! Yes, like that! Yes! Oh God, oh God, yes…!
”

Saskia’s orgasm released my own and as she continued to writhe and moan above me, I felt a surging t
idal wave build up within my loins and erupt like a gigantic explosion of blood and lust in my head. I cried out involuntary, my body wracked with waves of violent spasms of ecstasy.

I felt my semen spurt into her vagina and finally there was release and I slumped back, gasping, heart
pounding and blood roaring in my ears. Saskia fell forward and lay motionless with her face pressed into my neck, her body heaving, her red hair cascading over both of us.

“You came inside me,” she murmured eventually.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to – “

“That’s okay,” she said. “I went on the pill a while ago.”

“When?”

“The first day I met you.
The first time I saw you, you looked so beautiful I knew straight away that I was going to have your cock inside me sooner or later.“ She kissed my neck. “I’m glad it was sooner.”

“I told you to bend over!”

M
y stepmother’s voice is loud and shrill - she is in a fit of rage.

I am
half asleep and confused. She has woken me in the dead of the night and has dragged me from my bed and brought me down to the basement where she has prepared the scene.

There is a thick, sturdy wooden trestle in the centre of the room, with a rubber
douche bag suspended from a hook in the ceiling above. There’s a long thin tube attached to the base of the bag.

The moment we enter
the basement she begins to rip my pyjamas roughly off my body. Then she steps out of her nightdress. I find her naked body repulsive yet arousing.

She
pulls on a pair of latex gloves with slow, deliberate movements.

“You’re a man now,” she says.
“Even though you still have the mind of a dirty boy with filthy thoughts about women’s cunts. Nevertheless, your balls have dropped and you have the cock of a man. Have you masturbated today?”

“No,
” I say dully, looking at the floor. I prefer to look anywhere rather than into those black burning eyes that strike sheer terror into me when she’s angry.

“Liar! I can
hear you going it all the time up in your room.” She grabs my penis and squeezed hard. I wince and gasp.

“You’re
in love with your cock, aren’t you? There’s nothing in this world you love more.” She laughs harshly. “All men are filthy animals - obsessed with the great big ugly fat sausage hanging between their legs.” She gives my penis another forceful yank.

My eyes travel up to the rubber douche bag above my head.
I finally find my voice. “What’s that for?” my voice sounds high and squeaky.

“I am going to perform a medical examination on you.  As your mother, it is my
duty to make sure that your genitals are functioning properly. You will thank me for this later when you stick your cock into some poor little girl’s. You’re looking forward to that aren’t you – sticking your big fat sausage into as many tight little cunts as you can? I’m certain you think about every day. That’s all
every
man ever thinks of! Even your father. The first thing he wants to do when he comes home from a business trip is go upstairs and fuck me. I pretend to like it but his ugly old cock actually nauseates me. It’s revolting and pathetic. But I am his wife so I’m expected to lie back and open my legs for him every day, twice a day when he’s home. Yes, he wants to fuck twice a day – even at his age. First thing in the morning and last thing at night. Dirty old bastard.” She grabs a handful of my buttocks and squeezes. “Now – bend over that trestle. It’s time for your prostate exam.”

I
t is futile to protest, she will only devise other means of punishing me. There are a number of ways that she exercises control over me. Sometimes she starves me for days, or locks me in my room or, in severe cases, locks me naked in my father’s closet in her bedroom, leaving me there for days. And when the ‘punishment’ is over, she makes me kneel before her, naked, and kiss her vagina and beg her forgiveness for my ‘wicked thoughts and wicked ways’.

It has become a way of life for me and I have learnt to accept
it. I know that she spies on me through the peephole in my door all the time, and she is always going through my things in my room, looking for dirty magazines and other ‘filthy smut’.

She is more obsessed with sex than I am.

“Bend over!” sh
e commands. “I want to get inside your rectum.”

With heart racing, I do as I am
told and bend over the trestle, presenting my buttocks and anus to her. It is uncomfortable, the wooden cross-bar bites painfully into my midriff.

She inserts the douche tube up into
my anal passage and my rectum fills and expands with water. It is a curious, not unpleasant sensation and I feel myself getting aroused.

Wh
en the douche is over, she says, “Now I am going to milk your prostate by stimulating it to see if it is working properly. Do you know what a prostate is?”

I sha
ke my head. “No, mother.”

“It is a gland in your anal canal below the urethra and is responsible for producing semen
in a man.”

“Please don’t,” I manage to say pleadingly.

She pauses. ‘Don’t what?”

“Don’t touch me there, mother. Please. I’ll be good, I promise.”

She laughs and I feel her apply lubricant inside my rectum and feel two latex fingers penetrate all the way up my anal canal.

“Relax,” she
says tersely. “If you fight it it will only hurt.” She begins to move her fingers in a rapid thrusting movement inside me, penetrating then removing her fingers in a steady rhythm. I begin to experience a remarkably pleasurable sexual sensation. My cock is already rock hard.

To my surprise, semen begins to flow from my penis
in a clear liquid, ejaculating in a steady stream as she ‘milks’ my prostate. My excitement begins to build up into waves of explosive pleasure that starts in my anus and spreads to my cock and then rushes up throughout my whole body. It builds and builds until I can’t hold it anymore and finally every fiber of my body explodes with a roaring orgasm. I cry out with unbelievable pleasure.

My stepmother
withdraws her hand from my rectum and begins to beat my naked buttocks with her ruler, stimulating and feeding my orgasm until I cry out again and again, swept away insanely on a tide of intense pleasure and pain. My legs buckle and weaken, and finally I slump forward, completely spent.

It takes a while for me to regain my breath and my senses.
She grabs my hair and jerks my head back to look up at her. She has a strange look in her eye that I have not seen before.

“Now that
you’re a man it’s time to put your cock to good use. From now on, I will require you to service me daily in the absence of your father. You will come to my room at midnight every night and you will mount me without a word. You will fuck me and you will not say a word. You will not kiss me or touch any part of my body other than penetrating my cunt with your cock. You will fuck me and as soon as I come you will withdraw your cock. I do not want you to come inside me and squirt your semen inside me. You will go back to your room and you will masturbate to relieve yourself.”

“And when my father is home?” I say dully, repulsed, yet at the same time incredibly aroused and excited.

“When your father is home I will come to your room and you will fuck me there.”

"No kind of sensation is keener or more active than pain. Its impressions are unmistakable." Marquis De Sade

The next few days with Saskia were the best of my life. We spent marvellous days together, taking long walks in the forest and packing picnic baskets and hiking into the mountains. We read books and classic love poems to each other – Byron, Shelley, Elizabeth Browning - and held hands and made love on the pine needle floor of the forest, and out in the open meadow and beside mountain streams. We made love in the meadow at night, naked and writhing and sweaty in the cold wintry moonlight beneath the stars, and we made love up in her room on the rug on the floor in front of the fireplace. And gradually our lovemaking became more adventurous and intense.

We made love several times a day. She was as passionate and insatiable as I was. I was allowed to explore and get to know every inch of her perfect body.
Our lovemaking sessions were pleasurably protracted and indescribably exciting. She allowed me to penetrate her from the front and the back. Sometimes she would lie on her side and offer her buttocks to me and I would take her from behind, piercing her vagina with rapid and powerful strokes of my penis.

On one such occasion, a
fter we had both come and lay sweating and exhausted in each other’s arms, I murmured in her ear, “Have you practised some of the more adventurous sexual positions of the Karma Sutra?

She laughed. “S
ome. What do you know of the Karma Sutra you young rascal?”

“I have studied it intimately.”

She looked down at my once more erect penis and smiled. “Intimately? Very well, then show me.”

“We will try the
Kshudgaga
.”

“What does
Kshudgaga
mean?”

“Striking.”

I showed her what I wanted her to do and we both sat on the bed facing each other with our knees drawn up and I placed her feet on either side of my waist. I made her hug her knees to her breasts so that her vagina offered itself up to me like a budding flower. I penetrated her while simultaneously raining hard blows all over her body, especially on her breasts. I hit her with the flat of my hand on her breasts and buttocks just hard enough to hurt her, but not hard enough to cause bruises. Her eyes widened in surprise and then her shock transformed to excitement and I simultaneously beat her and fucked her harder and faster until she threw her head back and howled in a crescendo of exquisite sexual ecstasy.

“Teach me more about the Karma Sutra,”
she murmured with lips parted. She was lying naked on her back on her bed and I was standing over her with a full erection on display.

I smiled. “Do
you want me to show you the various blows that may be struck with the penis during sexual intercourse according to the Karma Sutra?”

Her eyes blazed with excitement. “
Yes
,” she murmured.

“Open your legs.”

She opened her legs and I mounted her. “The first is the
Upasripta
,” I said. “This stroke results in full clitoral stimulation. It’s a gentle forward stroke which is varied in speed and depth with a subtle, rhythmic spontaneity, designed to stimulate your little flower bud. I will demonstrate it but you must promise not to come until I have shown you all the blows of the penis.”