Shut Up

{The following explicitly consensual BDSM scene contains extreme domination and submission.}

She looked up from her book to stare at the clock again. They had planned a romantic evening, but when she had gotten home from work, there had been a message on the answering machine from him. He had to work late again. He would be exhausted when he got home, worn out from the demands placed on him, the tasks dumped in his lap that weren’t supposed to be his, and most of all, the need to smile through it and try to please everyone.

She decided to take a bath. She looked wistfully at the floggers on the dresser; he would be too tired to wield them tonight. He would probably just eat leftover pizza and fall asleep — oh well. She grabbed a vibrator and went for a long soak.

When she came out of the bathroom, he was lying on the bed. He looked up from his book; his eyes lit when he saw her. “Oh good, you’re home,” she said. He got off the bed and walked toward her. “I didn’t think you’d get off work until –”

His hand covered her mouth. “Shut up.” He grabbed her hair and whispered harshly in her ear, “I had to listen to other people all day. Thirteen hours of being ordered around, complained at, griped at, babbled at.” The hand covering her mouth moved down her body to squeeze her breasts.

“What do you want me to –”

He smacked her breast and pulled her hair harder. “Shut. Up. You will do what I make you do.” He kissed her roughly, then said, “you may say exactly three things. Tell me your safe words, now.”

“Yellow and red,” she gasped.

“Good. Besides those — in response to any questions I ask you, you may say ‘yes, master’. Do not tell me no. Do you understand?” His eyes were hard, his tone demanding.

Her body felt weak. “Yes, master.” He forced her to her knees without difficulty; they were already about to give way from desire and fear. She looked up at him. He outlined her face with a finger, then slapped her. She gasped and looked away from him. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look up into his eyes. He unbuckled his pants with his other hand. He gathered her hair behind her head and pushed her mouth onto his erect cock. “You can’t talk at all now, can you? Don’t try to answer that…” He tightened his grip on her hair and a small moan escaped him. She gave herself up to servicing him. She loved the taste of him, the hard feel of him, his uneven breathing that told her she was doing well…

“You’re enjoying that — aren’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, master,” she said, then took him into her mouth again.

“You’re going to come when I do, aren’t you?”

“Yes, master,” she replied. She was about to come soon anyway, from the pleasure of being on her knees before him, serving him, sharing in the pleasure she was giving him.

Before her mouth could meet his cock again, he pulled her up by her hair. “No. I don’t want you to.” He threw her onto the bed, and she landed hard on her stomach. “Put your ass in the air.” She obeyed. Was he going to beat her? She trembled, awaiting the slap of a flogger or his hand on her skin.

Instead, to her disappointment, she felt cool liquid enter her ass. A butt plug soon followed the lubricant with a slightly uncomfortable pop. He thrust the toy inside her, slowly. She wanted him to spank her, so much… “Master, will you –”

His hand pushed against the back of her neck, forcing her head down onto the bed. “I told you not to talk,” he said, his voice icy. “Shut the hell up.”

As the plug stroked her ass, her desire grew. Her clit tingled; she wanted something touching her there. What he was doing to her felt so good, but it wasn’t nearly enough. It just made her need more. “Master, please, I need –”

He pulled her head back by her hair, painfully. “I said shut up. Did you think I was joking? I don’t give a damn what you need.” He smacked her rear, much harder than normal, and she cried out in pain. “Will you shut up now?” he asked in a dangerous undertone.

“Yes, master,” she promised. Her whole body was shaking now.

He moved the plug in her more, and the pleasure and desire grew nearly unbearable. She heard herself make small noises of need and lust. “Know what?” he said. “I don’t even want to hear you moan tonight.” She heard him get off the bed and open and close a drawer. He forced a ball gag into her mouth and pulled the strap over her head. “Can you breathe?” he asked. “One snap no, two snaps yes.”

She snapped her fingers twice.

“Right. One snap is red, two is yellow.” He applied more lubricant. “Now, I’m going to use you. I don’t care if you like it or not.” His dick slowly entered her warmed-up ass. “All day, I dealt with what other people wanted,” he said, panting. “Taking from me. Now I’m going to take. Exactly what I want. From you.”

She buried her face in her forearms. No matter how good it felt, she could never come when he was in her ass without something on her clit, unless he commanded her to. Maybe he would…

“Don’t start thinking I’m going to tell you to orgasm,” he said. He moved in her ass with short, slow strokes. “Don’t touch yourself either. I am not giving. Anything.”

Her desire was overwhelming. His taking her, doing what he wanted to her body, her helplessness, the feel of him filling her… it was all too much. She needed release. But she couldn’t get it. She felt tears well in her eyes. Do I need to stop this? she wondered. She was shivering, he was fucking her exactly how he wanted — no, I can take it. His slow, gentle movements felt so good. They felt too good. She grabbed the sheet, nearly tearing it in her need. She was half-moaning and half-sobbing through the gag.

He pushed down on her neck again. “You’re making too much noise. Moving too much. Stop it. Give up.”

She closed her eyes, trying to give up everything to him. She didn’t need to speak, to orgasm, or even to desire. She was for him to use…

He started moving faster in her. It felt good, but anything he chose to do to her would feel good, now. So long as he was using her. “You feel so good,” he whispered. “So good –” she felt his dick grow even harder. Desire overwhelmed her again as he gasped and used her to come.

He pulled out of her slowly. She heard him throw the condom in the trash. He removed her gag. “Sit up,” he told her. She turned and sat facing him, shakily. He picked up a glass of water from the bedside table. “Drink this,” he said. She drank.

Can I talk now? she wondered. Will he touch me, or use a toy on me? Her entire vulva was tingling.

“Go to the bathroom. Clean up.”

She did as he told her.

When she came out, he asked, “are you hungry?”

She stared at him, not knowing what to say. I’m not allowed to tell him no.

He chuckled. “That’s a no then?”

“Yes, master.”

“On your back.” She lay down, spreadeagled on the bed, hoping he would give her what she needed. He cuffed her wrists and ankles to the bedposts.

“You look so worried,” he said. “The way your eyes are following me. There’s something you want from me, isn’t there?”

“Yes, master.”

He bent toward her face. She thought he was going to kiss her, and she closed her eyes. “Too bad,” he said. “I told you; I’m not giving.” Her eyes snapped open. “I’m hungry, and I want to be alone for a while.” His fondled her breasts. “You would leave me alone if I asked you to, wouldn’t you?”

She swallowed. “Yes, master.”

“Yes, you would. The problem with that is –” he slapped her breast “– that would be your choice. I wouldn’t really be controlling things, would I? This way, I’m in control. I’m happy. And that’s all that matters, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, master,” she breathed.

He got off the bed, pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it in the laundry basket. “Don’t fall asleep. I might want to use you later, and I want your body to be ready.” He left the room.

She lay still, staring at the ceiling, tortured with desire. She could hear him move in the kitchen, then turn on the television. Doubt crept in — did he care about her? Would he abandon her? If she called him, would he come? She wasn’t allowed to say his name. She would have to call a safe word… did she need to?

She remembered what he had said. “All day, I dealt with what other people wanted. Taking from me. Now I’m going to take exactly what I want from you.” And he had.. her body relaxed. He had gotten what he wanted and needed from her. He was still getting what he needed. She didn’t need to do anything. Just lie here and wait for him. She had nothing to worry about, to fear — he would take care of everything. Whatever he wanted. She couldn’t tell him what she desired, so desire was unnecessary. She thought she could see herself through his eyes, bound, waiting for him… he loved how she looked like this… she sighed happily.

She didn’t know how long it took for him to return. Time had lost its meaning. When he touched her again, desire surged in her. But it was up to him whether to satisfy it; it wasn’t up to her. He kissed her mouth, her neck, her breasts. He untied her ankles, but not her wrists. His hand moved between her legs, and she arched to meet him.

“You are ready for me,” he said. “Good.” He positioned his erect penis between her legs, and grinned at her. “You want this, don’t you?”

“Yes, master,” she said. Her voice was calm.

“Good thing for you I want your cunt then.” He entered her.

She bit her lip, trying not to moan. Finally, he was touching her where she needed to be touched. Her need started to spiral — she pulled at the restraints on her wrists, but couldn’t move them. She wanted to dig her nails into his back. Her hips moved under him, encouraging him to fuck her harder, and he did.

“Come whenever you want,” he told her, thrusting inside her fast and hard.

Her breath was ragged. The pleasure from him fucking her the way she needed him to built unbearably. Finally, she came. She lost control. The orgasm was too much, and she forgot not to speak. “Oh yes, oh God yes,” she moaned. She climaxed with a shout, then went still, looking into his eyes, terrified of what he’d do to her for breaking his rules, but craving the punishment…

He smiled at her. “I love making you come,” he said.

“But — aren’t you mad, I said –”

He slapped her lightly. “Don’t question me.” He kissed her, then ordered her, “come again for me.”

She came again, not knowing what she said, or shouted, while the orgasm overtook her.

“I am going to fuck you for such a long time, you are going to come again and again and again,” he told her, moving in her slowly and deeply. “I love giving you pleasure. That is — if that’s all right with you.”

She laughed. “Yes, master.”