Surrender III

This episode contains elements of BDSM practiced by two consenting adults. Please listen at your own discretion and research safe practices before attempting to do any of the acts you hear depicted.

Oh god, this is more difficult than I thought. Okay, just focus. I can just rest my foot on here and…

Putting in a wearable vibrator in a public bathroom while wearing a tight dress isn’t as easy as it sounds.

If I can just…

Okay, yep, that’s… oh, that’s a big toy.

I had never seen one like this before today. It’s shaped like a U, made of soft silicone, and… it’s got two ends. One meant for my G-spot… and the other for my clit.

The bulb end inside me is a little bigger than I’m used to, but… it feels really good.

Okay… toy in… hands washed.

Hmm, you were right: my hair does look nice pinned back.

I never used to wear it like this—I always thought my forehead was too big. Or, in all honesty, I just never had the confidence to try something new.

But I guess there are a lot of things I didn’t do before I met you. I didn’t like to be tied up. I didn’t like to be degraded.

I didn’t like to beg for pleasure. And I certainly didn’t like the idea of wearing a vibrating sex toy in public. Especially while wearing a bodycon dress that is so out of my comfort zone.

But that’s what tonight is about… you controlling everything. Every aspect of me: the shoes, the dress, the hair, the silicone toy completely filling me up…

Okay, time to get back to the table.

All of this was your idea.

We’ve been meeting in the same hotel room every third Friday for about six months now. The stability has been nice, but last week I told you I wanted to try something different.

You suggested the cocktail bar on the roof of the hotel. It would be a nice change of scenery, you told me. And a great place for us to take our games to the next level.

So, now I’ve got this toy in my underwear… and you’ll be controlling it with an app on your phone all night.

“Hey, gorgeous. All good?”

You stand to greet me and move to pull out my chair. I flash you a knowing smile and a quick nod as I climb on top of the high barstool.

Our table is right next to the rooftop wall, with the city lights sparkling all around us. Everything looks small from up here, like a model of a city instead of the real thing.

We’re a little tucked back into the corner of the bar. I can see some of the other tables, but we’re out of view for the most part. I wonder if you chose this table for that reason.

“So… if you’re ready, I’d like to begin.”

Your voice is low and soft, but the dark look in your eyes makes me sit a little straighter.

“Yes, Sir.”

“You will do as I say the entire evening. That toy will remain inside you until I give you permission to take it out.”

My thighs clench together a little, and I can feel myself tightening around the soft bulbed end of the toy.

I have no idea how strong the vibrations will be, how loud the toy is once you turn it on, or… how I’m going to manage not to cum all over myself in this pretty dress.

“You will use our safe word if at any point you need a break from this game. And most importantly: you will not cum until I say you can. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And sweetheart?”

“Yes?”

“You look incredible this evening.”

I feel a flush of heat roll through my entire body. God, I love this arrangement we have.

I’ve never felt so… understood, so cared for. I wouldn’t call it love—not at all. I’m not under any kind of illusions here that this is leading to anything serious between us.

It was our second meeting, and you took some time during our aftercare session to explain a little about the connection we’re building. How deep and intense it can be, and how it can often lead to your clients developing feelings for you.

“I’ll have a martini, dry. And, for the lady, I think she’ll do the raspberry mojito. Does that come with fresh fruit? Yeah, that would be great, thank you. You can just charge it to the room. Yeah, of course. It’s room 708. Yeah, the name is Theo Thompson. Thanks.”

I still remember the look in your eyes that night. You seemed almost a little… I don’t know, concerned for me.

You pulled me in close and talked about how you try to keep a firm line between your work and your personal life. How things have to remain on a professional level.

I can only imagine how easy it is for your clients to fall for you. I mean, your literal job is to craft and deliver people’s perfect fantasies.

I have given it some thought since then… and while I care about you and you have become a pretty important person in my life, I like what we have for what it is.

I’m not interested in love. I mean, you’re romantic with me—but it’s just part of the package. It’s not anything deeper. You’re only mine for three hours every few weeks… and I’m totally fine with that.

“Now, where were we?”

“You were telling me how breathtaking I am… And how you’re going to go easy on me tonight?”

“I don’t think that’s where I was going with that.”

You undo the button on your jacket and slip your phone out of your breast pocket. You put it on the table and swipe your screen to unlock it.

My heart starts to race a little as I watch your fingers scroll through the apps.

“You will get what I give you…”

With a few quick motions on your screen, the toy starts vibrating inside me.

“Oh…. god.”

“And you will thank me for it.”

Another tap on your phone makes the vibrations a little more intense.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you…”

Oh fuck. That feels really good.

It’s still only vibrating inside me for now, which is good. You know how sensitive my clit is, and something tells me you’re saving that for when I’m truly desperate.

This… this is going to be harder than I thought. We’re just getting started, and I can already feel myself getting wetter each time I move a little… I can feel the toy pressing up against me…

“Ah, and here come our drinks. Think you can make it without moaning out loud? Let’s see…”

You tap a few buttons on your phone and—oh my god. I was wrong, I guess you weren’t planning to wait that long. The part of the toy that’s pressed against my clit begins to vibrate, and my thighs instinctively clench even harder together.

The waitress takes her time placing the martini in front of you and my mojito in front of me. She offers me a smile, and I try to put on my best ‘nothing is happening under the table’ face.

“Could you bring me over some extra olives when you get a chance? Thanks. Anything else for you, sweetheart?”

Oh god. Of course, you want me to talk. You want to see just how well I can keep my composure.

The waitress turns to face me, and you flash me a devilish grin from across the table.

“No, umm… no, I’m good. Thank you so much. We’re all good here…”

She gives me a nod and places two little dishes full of pretzels in front of us. Oh god, I wish she would just leave already, this is unbearable…

“That’s great, thank you.”

“Fuck, I almost couldn’t keep it in… That feels so good, Sir…”

“I really thought you were going to lose it there for a minute.”

I’m trying not to rock back and forth in my seat as the vibrator buzzes against both my clit and G-spot at the same time.

“Sir? How long will we do this?”

“As long as it takes.”

You turn your attention to your phone again, and the vibrator soon begins to pulse different patterns inside me, even more intense than before…

“Oh god… mmm… As long as it takes to what, Sir?”

“As long as it takes to break you, sweetheart.”

You lean in towards me and I meet you halfway. Your lips brush against my cheek as you whisper in my ear.

“Until you’re a pathetic, desperate mess begging for release.”

“Oh god…”

“Let’s play a little game while we enjoy our drinks. I will keep playing with this…”

Another tap on your phone switches the pulsing pattern up again. Fuck, it feels so good…

“... until you can’t take it anymore. Two taps with your fingers on the table will tell me it’s time to go. Is that understood?”

“Mmm… yes. Yes, Sir…”

Oh god. I want to hold out as long as I can. I know what kind of reward I’ll get if I can last longer than you expect me to. I want to be good for you, I want to show you how much I can take for you…

“Good. Now… enjoy your drink, sweetheart.”

You raise your glass to mine and I lean forward to clink them together. The slight shift in the way that I’m sitting has the bulb of the toy pressing directly up against my G-spot.

“Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

I watch you take a sip of your drink and all I can think about is having those lips on me, feeling your hands around my neck as you slide my dress up…

Fuck, okay. Focus. Try to think about anything other than how badly I want to cum right now.

“The view… it’s beautiful tonight.”

“Yes, it is. Have you ever seen the city from up this high before?”

You tap your phone again and the vibration turns into one continuous, intense buzz.

“No…”

“You seem… distracted.”

Another tap on your phone switches off the G-spot stimulation and focuses all the energy on my clit. Oh my god, it feels so fucking good.

My thighs are clenched so hard together I can feel them starting to shake a little. Fuck, it feels so good, I want more. I want you so fucking badly…

Thinking about your cock deep inside me, your rough hands on me, the taste of you…

“Hmm, what should we do about that?”

You take another long sip of your glass, draining your drink.

“I want it, Sir. Please… I don’t know if I can…”

“Now, sweetheart. It’s rude to leave a drink unfinished.”

I take another long sip of my drink. It’s still about half full.

“I want you. Fuck, I—”

“Oh, you’re so beautiful when you’re flustered and aroused. So desperate… it’s kind of pathetic.”

“Mmm… it is?”

“Yes. Pathetic. But in a cute kind of way. It makes me almost want to take pity on you… give you some relief…”

“Please, Sir. Just until I can finish my drink, just turn it down a little…”

Another quick tap on your phone sends even harder vibrations straight to my clit.

“Oops. I seem to have pressed the wrong button.”

Oh god. Fuck, fuck. I feel like I’m not hiding this very well.

I’m biting my lip, and my hips are rocking slightly against my chair, but I can’t help it. God, that feels so fucking good. I want to cum.

I meet your eyes, and before I can even ask the question, you shake your head.

“No, you can’t cum yet. Go on, finish your drink, baby.”

My fingers are trembling a little as I completely down what’s left in my glass. I spill a little onto my dress, but… I don’t care. All I want is to feel you inside me.

“All done. Can we go, Sir?”

“There is just one more thing. You need to surrender. Two taps on the table.”

Fuck, I’d give anything to cum; my clit feels so fucking sensitive right now it’s taking everything in me not to moan out loud.

“Come on. Show me who’s in charge.”

I meet your eyes and tap twice gently on the table, biting my lip and trying to stop rocking back and forth in my seat.

“Hmm, that’s not enough. I’m going to need you to say it. Say, ‘You own me.’ Three little words… and I’ll make the toy stop.”

A flush of heat washes through me, and I can feel my cheeks starting to burn. Fuck, it’s so hot when you make me feel a little embarrassed like this. I never knew it could be such a turn-on…

“You own me, Sir.”

“Louder.”

You pick up your phone, and your finger hovers above the screen, ready to press the button and give me some relief.

“You own me. Please make it stop, I’m going to—”

Oh, god. Good, it stopped.

“Such a good girl for me. Get your coat. Let’s go.”

I step off my barstool, and my legs feel like jello. Your hand quickly moves to support me, and I link my arm in yours.

I feel so full from the toy… like just the slightest movement will send me over the edge.

I need you. I need to be dominated and used, and I really, really need to cum.

You press the button for the elevator, and the doors open almost instantly. You flash me a little grin as we step inside.

Thank god we’re alone in here. I can finally breathe a little.

“Mmm, god. Baby, I want you…”

“Yeah? Tell me more. What do you want?”

“I want your thick, perfect cock inside me. I want you to fucking ruin me, own me, use me for your pleasure like a pathetic little toy…”

The elevator doors open to our floor, and you grab me by the hand, pulling me quickly down the hallway. You fumble with the key card a little before swiping it against the mechanism and swinging the door open.

Your hands are all over me before the door swings shut. You push me up against the wall and lift my dress over my hips.

Your lips meet mine over and over again as I work to undo your belt.

“Take that dress off. The toy too, take it out.”

You step away from me and work to undress yourself as I slip out of my shoes. I tug the zipper down along the side of my dress and let it fall to the floor.

I lean back, steadying myself on the wall as my underwear falls down around my ankles. I hook my finger around the U-bend in the toy and slowly pull it out of me.

“Oh my god…”

“Just leave it there with your dress. Get on the bed. Right now, on the bed, on your back.”

My feet move me so fast over to the bed that I stumble a little. You catch me in your arms and guide me down onto the bed. Your body presses against mine, the two of us totally naked and desperate for each other.

“You need me, huh? How desperate are you?”

“Yeah, I—I need you in me, please—”

“Please, I don’t want to wait anymore.”

“Please, what?”

You climb off me and move over to the nightstand. You take a condom out of the drawer and slide it over your shaft.

“Please, Sir… get over here and fuck me.”

“Hmm, you don’t think I should make you wait a little longer?”

I pull you down on top of me, and you guide your cock into position. You hesitate just a moment while our eyes meet, and your hand trails along my cheek.

“Please, Sir. Please fuck me, please—”

“Fuck, yes. Choke me, Sir. Please, just—”

“Yeah, you like that? Being pinned to the bed while I use you like a little toy?”

Your hand snakes around my neck, and I feel your fingertips pressing gently on the sides of my throat.

“Fuck, yes. Harder, fuck me harder. I can take it.”

“You can slap me, Sir. Slap my face. I like it when you’re rough with me.”

“Such a naughty fucking girl for me.”

Oh my god, I feel so fucking full and I need release so badly. I want to cum, but I want more first, I want it rough, I want to be yours.

“Play with my clit, baby, please. Please make me cum. Please let me cum!”

“Yeah, I’ll play with this clit while I fuck your needy pussy. Just like that, yeah. You want to cum for me, huh?”

“Yes, Sir! I need to cum, please, please, please…”

Your hand trails across my face, the heat still radiating from where you slapped me. You grip my jaw in your hand and hold my face straight so our eyes are locked together.

“You will cum when I say. And after, I will use you until I’m done. Is that clear?”

“Yes! Yes, Sir.”

“Five… four… three…”

“Oh my god, please. Fuck, I need it, I need it! Oh god…”

“Two…”

“Choke me, Sir. Make me cum all over your cock, please…”

“One…”

The hand you had around my jaw slides down around my neck, and your grip tightens a little. Your other hand is between us, your fingers working my clit in tight circles.

Oh god, your cock completely fills me up… I love the way you look at me, the hard look in your eyes, the way your movements get faster and more sporadic as you get closer to cumming

“Don’t stop. Use me, use me, baby. Cum for me, please. Cum for me… I need it…”

“Fuck, that was amazing. I’ve never felt that before. I think I even squirted a little…”

“Edging can do that. It’s like all the tension you build up makes the release so much better. Did it feel good?”

“Oh god, so good. Mmm… we have to do that again sometime.”

You plant a kiss in my hair before climbing off the bed. I watch you strip the condom off and toss it into the bucket next to the bed. You crawl back in next to me, offering me your arm.

I rest my head on your chest and can hear your heart beating even faster than mine.

My mind keeps drifting back to that moment earlier… when I asked you to slap me.

I have no idea where that came from.

But I really, really enjoyed it.

“You’ve come so far since I first met you.”

I nestle my head into you a little more to hide my smile.

“I mean it. Tonight was out of your comfort zone, but you did amazing. You’re amazing.”

I feel your arm tighten around me as you pull me in even closer. My cheeks are starting to hurt from smiling, but I don’t care.

We’ve got about 20 more minutes and I’m going to spend every one of them thinking about nothing other than your arms around me.