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TAKE MY LEAD - Simon - 11-19-2025
As the whippy end of the crop rained blows on the curved flesh of my buttocks, upturned and tilted for his pleasure and easy access, I began to enter subspace, drifting away from the harsh bite of leather against my flesh, I became wrapped in a blanket of endorphins, losing myself in submission and obedience. I often felt drunk from serving Edward, prostrating myself to his desires and debasements, my slit got wet simply hearing him groan or gasp with arousal.
I remembered when I first set eyes on Edward, at a party with my friends. I stood with two girls, also models, while foolish men sharked around, fawning over us to keep drinks flowing or tempt us with tidbits of amusing conversation. Not Edward; he stood to one side drinking champagne and observing. I felt the weight of his stare so I gave him a haughty look then ignored him. Except that I couldn’t seem to deny his presence, a power emanated from him which drew my glance his way, but I was discreet. After about an hour I noticed him leave, and suddenly the party felt pointless, no need to pout or strike poses to show my curves to their best advantage. Just then our hostess came to me and whispered:
“Edward is ready to take you home now.”
What? I was dumbstruck! I asked her who Edward was, she described him as the art dealer who had been observing me. His arrogance astounded and angered me. Yet I felt a disturbing clench in my pussy to be ordered about by a total stranger, it was a sexual fantasy of mine. My hostess vouched for his good character and told me where he lived, which I recognised as a swanky part of town. I was intrigued where this might lead, so I told my friends I had a headache and left, collecting my coat and heading down onto the street, where Edward’s luxury car purred at the kerb.
That night I discovered my true self had always craved light BDSM, being commanded and domineered. Some people find me arrogant and cold. My nickname on the modelling circuit is the Ice Maiden, not just because of my platinum blonde hair and porcelain skin. My emotions seem really damped down, I don’t get angry I get irritated, I don’t laugh, rather I smile. Edward flicked a switch in me when he drove me to his home – he barely talked to me in the car despite devouring me with smouldering eyes. My confidence wavered under his scrutiny, yet my nipples pebbled with desire. My stomach swirled with nerves while my panties clung to my moistening, swollen labia.
Inside the impressive lobby of his townhouse, Edward removed my coat and prowled round me, his face haughty, his eyes like coals. He unzipped my dress, his fingers delivering goosebumps as they brushed the smooth skin on my back when he pushed the straps from my shoulders the heavy silk fabric pooled around my feet. I stood like a statue in my 10 denier black hold-ups and Agent Provocateur knickers, knowing that my 4” heels showcased my legs and rear. I didn’t cover my breasts, flaunting myself in front of this enigmatic man seemed part of a selection process, and my body is my best asset.
“Come” was all he said, before turning on his heel and walking ahead.
I followed without question. As I walked I was very aware of the moisture slicking the tops of my thighs. This was unusual, men usually fell at my feet but I tired quickly of their fawning and neediness. This reversed power dynamic with Edward had my stomach churning with nerves while my sex pulsed with rampant hormones.
Edward showed me into a stark room, decorated in the softest grey, on its walls hung huge black and white photos, each more obscene than the next. Sex acts and body parts: Fellatio zoomed to such a close-up I could identify the taste-buds on the woman’s tongue, butt cheeks straining to accommodate the largest dildo I’d ever seen, a lithe woman on her hands and knees adorned with rabbit ears and a fluffy-tail butt plug performing cunnilingus. My eyes widened with shock even as my pussy pulsed, juices oozing out.
Edward commanded me to sit, so I sank onto a padded ottoman, meanwhile, he opened several drawers, returning with a selection of collars. Some were fancy with diamante trim, one looked victorian with velvet and lace underlaying the leather, but the one which caught my eye was wide and black. The buckle on it was oversized and shone bright, the ring at its centre was round and hung down like a door knocker.
“I sense a need in you Ria,” Edward spoke earnestly, his eyes holding my gaze and not wavering. “You long to surrender control. With me as your master, you would want for nothing and your desire to obey would be fulfilled. I collect beautiful things, I would like to add you to my collection. What are your thoughts?”
My heart beat staccato in my chest, my breasts trembled in time with its thuds. My pussy ached and my clit was swollen, just from being around Edward, feeling admired by him by and the challenge he was offering me. I tilted my chin proudly.
“Will I be one of many? I won’t be part of a harem!”
Edward chuckled, “No Ria, I will be your master and you will be my sub, boyfriend and girlfriend with the skewed power dynamic, but I may invite playmates sometimes. We will visit a club where I’m a member to show you off. I will train you in the ways that please me. However, you would be free to leave, after giving me notice or I could terminate our partnership in the same way – pleasure is like a business to me.”
So I agreed and chose the collar which appealed to me, the wide black one to make my neck look slender and delicate. Edward fastened it before laying me back on the ottoman to lick and suck at my pussy until I was mewling with desire and longing to cum. He pulled my panties down my legs and tossed them, they landed on the floor in a little wet heap!
“You will no longer wear underwear unless I allow it,” he told me sternly, I nodded and bit my lip. He had two fingers sunk deep into my gaping hole and he set about teasing the ridged front of my pussy wall, stroking my g-spot until I was clawing at the upholstery.
Edward released the fastening on his trousers so his cock sprang free, tumescent with desire and glistening at its tip. I think I began to cum as he presented it at the entrance to my slit, pulsing and throbbing as it sank into my wet heat, something I know not to do nowadays. All my orgasms are now his to command, Edward tells me when my pleasure can be released, I find I’m so grateful for this control making my satisfaction even greater. I’ll admit the challenge of orgasm control has been my hardest lesson to learn.
My consciousness snapped back into the moment, I was positioned on the sofa with my head down and my bottom tilted up. My spanking had evolved into stroking and teasing, Edward trailed the looped end of the crop between my legs, teasing my vulva which was visibly swollen with desire. Tonight Edward had dressed me in a black lace bra with stockings and suspenders. I wore a silky black g-string and sheer black stockings and for the first time, he had clipped a lead to the ring of my collar. It was heavy, its shiny links cold and unforgiving against my skin, but I felt anchored and safe from its pressure on my collar. I felt owned by Edward and I knew he loved me.
As he kissed each buttock, suitably warmed and pink from my earlier spanking, I groaned with lust, arching up to part them and welcome him in. After a moment, the thong was removed and he was licking and sucking at me, his tongue probed deep into my slit, making me crave more, more – I can never get enough.
Edward dropped his jeans and his hard cock sprang free, which I sensed rather than saw because I remained facing forward while he nestled it between my labia, then he started to fuck me doggy style, his hardness sliding into me with ease. I was running with juices at the thought of being used, his repeated tugs on my collar provided reminders of the bliss of my submission to him. His strokes were long and deep, I groaned with satisfaction, riding a wave of pleasure which radiated out urging me to spread my legs while my nipples tingled.
With a tug at my collar, Edward asserted himself, pulling me around. I gazed up at him, drunk on lust, he loves to edge me and I am happy to be his obedient fuck-toy.
“Suck” he commanded.
I willingly opened my mouth wide to swallow his length deep into my throat. Without using my hands I sucked and bobbed on his cock, which was ramrod straight and coated with the tang of my juices. Since being with Edward I’ve learned to delight in the taste of my own fluids. I have also had my tongue pierced, which increases his pleasure when I fellate him, the hardball massages his helmet and frenulum while I lave him with my eager tongue. Pre-cum was flowing copiously now so I swallowed his salty fluid, a reward for my efforts.
Edward drew me up by the collar, locking me in his gaze. He bent to possess my mouth – I could float away with happiness when we connect like this. My pussy juices were drooling tracks down my thighs while the ache in my breasts made them heavy and highly sensitive, but I may not touch myself unless Edward allowed it.
Still holding my lead he reclined on the sofa and encouraged me to straddle him, reverse cowgirl. I continued to fellate him while my position allowed him to give me cunnilingus. As his talented tongue buried itself between the folds of my labia I grew dizzy with desire.
“Dirty girl!” he groaned proudly as he lapped at the extent of my arousal, and I preened at his praise while spreading my legs wide for easy access. The cold links of the chain brushed across my hardened nipples and the wide leather strap pressed against my throat as I panted with excitement, drawing in its scent of leather
I bent my head to the happy task of sucking Edward’s dick, which was even more swollen than when I began. My hollowed cheeks captured its girth in their firm grip while I sucked it down to the balls and up to the tip, repeating the motion until I felt him moan into my pussy.
Another tug on my collar indicated I was required to change positions again, I hovered my soaking pussy above his engorged member waiting for his command.
“Take it Ria, take it all!” That was my cue to sink onto his girth with a grunt of pleasure and a thrilling stretch to my cunt.
As I rose and fell on his cock, Edward held my thigh back firmly, stretching my pussy lips while he guided my speed and pace. I longed to thrum my clit, it was an incessantly burning beacon, which to ignore was torture, but a fuck-toy knows her place and I can never cum without his permission. His pressure on my lead slowed my riding rhythm to a stop, so I ground my pudenda on his cock, tightening my pussy while making swivels of my hips. These sent sparks of sensations to my nipples and anus, which made an ever-tightening triangle of desire with my pussy, all my erogenous zones hummed and crackled like electric pylons in the rain. I knew I’d pleased my master when he used the leather loop of the lead to make stinging slaps on my straining clit. Starbursts of delightful sensation pulsed outwards and threatened to tip me over the precipice of pleasure, despite my determination not to climax.
At last Edward pressed me back into the sofa and possessed me. Lying over me he fucked me hard while pulling my legs apart. I grunted and gasped, feeling not just filled but dominated as he bored into me, hard and roughly, his raw power evident in every nuance of how he fucked me. He constantly tugged the lead connected to my collar, I could never forget that he was the masterful one while my function is to please him, but I never want this to change, as it adds a dimension of pure abandon to my sexuality. With Edward in charge, I ’m free to spin out of control, to let my emotions unravel as if my head might explode because I know he will keep me anchored and safe. I am owned, I am his. Still, as he pressed my leg up to stretch my pussy tight I wondered how he knows exactly what I need when I need it.
I groaned and cried out, Edward’s increased tempo hinted that his moment to cum was drawing near, and as he fucked me harder and deeper I imagined feeling hot spurts of his ejaculate filling me up. When Edward used me as his cum-slut I was equally as happy as the times when he forced orgasms from me, holding a powerful wand vibe at my clit to make the ache and the burn of lust and climactic release burst over me repeatedly, like fireworks in a display.
In fact, Edward using me as a cum-slut made me happier, because it usually meant more play to follow. I hoped that later he would fasten the spreader bar between my legs and challenge me not to let his jism dribble out of my body. My pelvic muscles are stronger than they were when I came to live with Edward, but when he combines this bondage with licks and sucks at my clit I imagine a tentacle latched onto my nub, and I’m unable to resist cumming hard with my own release of salty fluid.
As I daydreamed about finally being allowed my own happy ending, Edward pulled me up onto my knees by the lead attached to my wide black collar. I knew what he wanted because I wanted it too – I opened my mouth wide, looking up at him with gratitude and love. No longer the Ice Maiden. I wanted my master to fuck my face so I sucked and licked at him, savouring my own sweet juices which coated his pulsating member. Using my hand to pump his foreskin up and down I held my mouth open wide, ready to receive his seed. I maintained my grasp and twist action, feeling the heft of his member pulse in my fist until ropes of pearly jism spurted from its tip. Not a drop of Edward’s cum should be spilt. Holding my mouth open wide, I swallowed it all down like a good slut. When Edward kissed me, still holding me tightly by my collar and lead, I couldn’t have been happier.