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Authors: Sophie Morgan
The Diary Of A Submissive: A True Story (33 page)
The thing is, as the blows rain down and I hold my
position, dealing with the pain clears everything else out of my head. I’m not thinking about my crappy week, not wondering about word counts and paragraph breaks. I’m not worrying what I look like naked with my arse in the air. I’m not even thinking about how horny I am (although, for the record, I’m finding it really hot). I am just riding the waves of pain and withstanding the onslaught that he is dishing out, because at this point I know that is all I need to do to please him. And all I want to do right now is please him. My mind is clear and a weight has been lifted and all it has taken is a thorough thrashing of one arse cheek.
He stops for a second and asks how many times he has hit my arse. I can only guess, while trying not to tremble as he runs a finger along my now-hot bottom. He makes me count off the second cheek, thanking him for every blow, and rest assured there is no eye rolling by then; I’m too busy trying to stay upright and in position on wobbly legs.
Once he’s finished he steps back and unceremoniously thrusts his fingers into me from behind. The undignified onslaught has me whimpering and bucking beneath him like an animal as he moves his fingers, being sure to bash the edge of my punished arse with his thumb during every thrust too. The sensation is intense. He slips in and out of me easily, pushing me closer to orgasm, harder and harder while he rubs my clit so viciously that the intense pleasure is almost painful. Having stayed faithfully in position during the punishment, the pleasure is too much for me to stand and I end up coming hard on his fingers, sinking
down to the floor where I huddle for a second trying to get my breath back. By definition, there’s no such thing as a bad orgasm but this one is the perfect release at the end of a hard week. It’s like I’ve been broken down and rebuilt.
As I become more aware of my surroundings, I lift myself up from my supine position on the floor to see him standing over me. As he moves towards me, finally, I move my head towards him to take him in my mouth. But the sting in my scalp brings tears to my eyes as he pulls me back.
‘Not until I say you can have it.’
I open my mouth again, this time to apologise, but as I do he grabs the back of my head and shoves himself past my lips, leaving me struggling for a second to accept him without gagging. My mouth starts working on him, and I lick and suck him eagerly, enjoying the feel of him thickening in my mouth, listening as his breathing changes. At that moment the entire focus of my world is him, his satisfaction. Nothing else matters and the simplicity of that feels exhilarating. As he comes I smile to myself. It’s a surreal moment of contemplative peace.
Being submissive is just one facet of my personality. But it is a key part of what makes me the person I am, just as much as the importance I place on my friends and family, the way I love my job, my independent stubborn streak, my love of Marmite, even.
Suddenly my shitty week, everything else that felt so urgent and important twenty minutes ago feels a world away. Right now, for this moment, with my arse sore and the taste of him in my throat, he is the centre of my universe. And I fucking love it.
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First published 2012
Copyright © Sophie Morgan, 2012
Cover photography © Omer Knaz
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The moral right of the author has been asserted
All names, places and situations have been changed. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental
ISBN: 978-1-40-591064-4