A Little D/s Vignette
Thank you to nora, Jon Grey, and Dark Tingles (from Bluesky) for contributing their hot button words in the comments of one of my recent posts. As promised, I’ve written a naughty little D/s vignette that incorporates our chosen words. I hope everyone enjoys!
The blindfold heightened her senses in ways she hadn’t anticipated.
The clean, neroli scent of his soap blended with the fresh sweetness of the rain that pattered against the open window and splashed onto the sill. The sound of her own heart beating kept time with his soft footfalls as he circled her naked form. Her knees ached against the hardwood floor as her nipples tightened, aroused by the delicious bite of pain. The thick plug throbbed in her ass, training her for the illicit pleasures he’d alluded to in their correspondence.
“Why have you come here today? What do you seek?” His voice rang out, clear and strong, startling her from her reverie.
“I come to serve you, Sir. I seek to please you.”
“Mmhmm. I see.” His footsteps stopped in front of her and she instinctively corrected her posture. “And what is it that you’re offering me?”
“I offer my submission, Sir.”
“Your submission in exchange for what?” His voice was closer now, his breath warm on her neck as he poured his question into her mind.
“I-I don’t know, Sir,” she whimpered, afraid to disappoint him.
“Allow me to help you then, little one. You are offering me your submission in exchange for my dominance. Sounds simple enough, doesn’t it?” She nodded as he brushed his knuckles across her taut nipple. “Use your words,” he ordered.
“Yes, Sir, it sounds simple enough.”
“Good girl.” His praise washed over her, bathing her in soothing warmth. “And yes, to submit is simple, but it’s by no means easy. I’ll be providing you with discipline unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. Dominance and discipline that will require every last ounce of your submission to endure and retain. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Sir,” she stammered as the arousal seeped from her exposed pussy.
“And is this what you truly want?” His finger trailed up her collarbone, across the pulse point along her neck, and settled under her chin, tilting her blindfolded face upwards.
“Yes, Sir. With everything I am, Sir,” she replied.
“Then you shall have it, little one.” He paused. “But be careful what you wish for.” His sinister laugh shot through her veins like ice water.
The blindfold may have concealed the windows to her soul, but she’d been laid bare before him. There was no turning back.
She was now owned.
