Forgiveness

You come in the door.

I'm sitting on the throne across the room.

It doesn't feel right

but you begged me,

"anything you want."

"Strip. Leave your clothes in a neat pile.

Don't make a mess".

You do as you are told.

"Crawl over here,

on your hands and knees".

You get down and slowly make your way to me

across the hard floor.

You stop in front of me,

still on your hands and knees,

looking up through your hair.

"You want forgiveness.

I don't want excuses or explanations.

Do exactly what I tell you,

and earn your forgiveness."

Your eyes are fixed on mine.

I think about what we once had

and what you did to destroy it.

"Put this on",

I point to a ring gag near my feet.

You pick it up

opening your mouth wide to take the ring

and fastening the strap behind your head.

"Tighter".

You open it up again

and pull it tight.

Your mouth is stretched wide

as you fasten it again.

"Put this in",

I point to a buttplug.

You lube it up and push it into place.

You manage to keep eye contact with me

the whole time.

If you had been this well-behaved before,

you would not be in situation.

"Behind your back",

I point to a pair of cuffs.

You close one over one wrist

then reach around to find the other

behind your back.

I hear it click closed.

"Come here".

You walk forward on your knees

until you are close to my legs.

I put my feet by your knees,

stopping your from coming any further.

I open my legs.

"Start sucking".

You lean forward but you're a little too far away.

You almost lose your balance

and pull back.

I give you a disappointed look.

"Do exactly what I tell you".

You lean forward again,

this time you reach the tip of my cock

and slip it inside the ring

before falling forward onto my legs,

impaling yourself,

gagging as my cock hits the back of your mouth.

I feel your tongue starting to get to work.

I move my feet,

allowing you to shuffle forward,

but spreading your legs open as you do.

No longer helpless

You start to lick and suck and pump me in and out.

I reach for a crop

and bring its tongue to your crotch,

probing, teasing, threatening.

You do not break your rhythm.

I pull it back and land a sharp blow between your legs.

Your eyes widen but you do not falter.

I grab you by the hair

and push deep inside you,

hitting you harder and harder,

testing your will.

I can see the pain of each stroke in your eyes

but when I release you,

you resume pleasuring me,

just as you were told to.

What a fabulous fuck-hole you would be.

I want to tell this

but what would be the point?

I have no intention of letting you get me off.

I let you work,

keeping eye contact,

not smiling,

not reacting at all

to the tremendous effort you are making.

Can I forgive you for what you did?

After some time,

I let myself go soft in your mouth.

Grabbing your hair,

I pull you away.

To your credit,

you keep trying until the last.

I stand up

and walk over to look out of the window.

"Go to the bedroom.

Lie on the bed face down,

legs spread".

You start to stand up.

"Go there on your knees!

You may straighten your legs to get onto the bed."

I make a cup of tea

and think about what it would mean

to take you back.

The excitement,

the chaos,

the pain.

Would it be any different this time?

I silently walk to the door of the bedroom.

Exactly as I ordered,

you are face down,

legs spread.

The butt plug shining at me.

I think for a minute about what I'm about to do

and it makes me so hard.

I get on the bed

and move into the space between your legs.

I place my hand on the small of your back

and one knee on each of your legs,

pinning them open.

I start pulling on the plug,

out and in and out and in again.

Watching as your butt hole grows and shrinks.

Finally I pull it all the way out.

I lower myself down onto your back.

I place one hand on your head,

pushing it hard into the covers.

With the other hand,

I guide my cock into your asshole.

I hear your muffled groans as I work my way

deeper and deeper inside you.

I relax, releasing your head.

I move that hand to your throat

and the other hand to your nipple.

Pounding your ass as I choke and torture you,

biting your ears and neck,

cutting off your screams

as I control your breathing.

Listing off your sins and offences against me.

Calling you every name I can think of.

Belitting you in every way I can.

Knowing that I will never do this again.

My decision is made.

Finally I burst inside you.

I collapse on top of you,

burying my face in your hair,

filling my mouth and nose

with that familar smell.

I lie there for a minute

listening as your breathing slows.

I lift myself up

and free your hands.

Your arms fall by your side.

I kneel beside you

and undo the straps of the gag.

You turn your head

and I take it out of your mouth.

You flex your jaw

but say nothing.

I get off the bed

and walk to the side of the room.

I open the top drawer and take out a collar.

Our collar.

I was afraid to even look at this before now.

"Kneel at the end of the bed."

I walk back

and stand in front of you,

looking down.

You are silent.

You know you have no right to speak

but you beg me with your eyes.

Anything I want.

Maybe I should have taken more.

I offer you the collar.

You seem almost nervous

as you reach up to take it.

Then a familiar look inhabits your face.

My eyes are fixed on yours

as I kneel into it.

I bow my head

and hear the collar click.

I am yours again.

Forgiveness.