Dawn and Sam Ch. 01 – BDSM


“GET UP!” Dawn shouted, jabbing an elbow into Sam’s shoulder.

Sam popped up and out of bed. “Oh, no,” he wondered to himself, running towards the kitchen.

Dawn took her seat at the breakfast table as Sam set her plate and coffee down.

“Thanks to you!” Dawn said angrily. “I have to workout after work. What happened?”

“Sorry, Ms. Dawn,” Sam apologized, loading the dishwasher. “I’m not sure how I forgot the alarm.”

Holding up her coffee cup, Sam quickly brought the coffee pot over. Dawn watched him top off her coffee cup. He was naked. The sweat beads along his brow line had to be from the fear of the unknown he felt.

“Go ahead,” Dawn said, pointing her fork at the refrigerator.

From the refrigerator Sam removed a jar of olives. He opened the jar and ate them as fast as he could. Olives were his most hated food. Which made them perfect for quick punishments. When done, he set the jar atop the refrigerator.

“How many is that?” She asked rhetorically, easily able to see the four jars.

“Four, Ms. Dawn.”

“One more and I get to have some real fun,” Dawn said with a grin as she stood, looking at her phone.

“Yes, Ms. Dawn,” Sam acknowledged. “I am so very sorry for this morning.”

“Enough apologizing,” Dawn said walking to the apartment entry door. “Cage, bring it here.”

In seconds Sam had run to the bedroom and back, his cock cage in hand. Dawn grabbed it and roughly locked him up.

“I let you sleep unlocked because you performed superbly last night,” Dawn said slowly, twisting the cage and his cock within it. Sam winced a bit. “That was my mistake. I shouldn’t reward you with orgasms. I shouldn’t reward you at all. You are my slave. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, Ms. Dawn,” Sam answered.

Dawn pulled his cage closer to her. “Why is that?” whispering in his ear.

Sam lowered his head. Ashamed at his situation.

“Because you have photographs. And videos. And the evidence, Ms. Dawn.” Sam said dejectedly.

The door closed behind her. Sam stood there alone with the stinging reminder that he was a blackmail slave. He wondered back to that unfortunate night. A tear came to his eye. He shook his head and went on to get dressed and go to work. A job he worked hard at, but all of his paycheck went into Dawn’s checking user account. He was her slave in every way. And he did not dare rebel. If she made the evidence public, his life would be ruined. His family would be devastated. Off to work he went.

That evening after dinner Sam cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen while Dawn watched television. When he was done, as he did every night, he knelt down near wherever she was. It was not unusual for her to not acknowledge him for a while, even for an hour or more. Tonight, she was waiting for him.

“Look at this,” Dawn said calmly, showing her phone screen to him.

His eyes grew wide, then closed in disgust at the sight of the bloody knife. Dawn grinned. She showed him another picture.

“Look!” Dawn insisted. “Keep looking.”

Ten pictures later tears welled up in Sam’s eyes.

“Now,” Dawn shifted in her chaise lounge chair. “Sam my poor slave of two years. Yes, it has been two years, almost. Now, back to your reality as my slave.”

Spreading her legs, she pointed to her shaved pussy. “Suck me off, slave.”

Without hesitation Sam moved to her, bringing his tongue to press it against her clit. He licked around it until it had swollen nicely. Fast licks up and down her slit, tongue thrusts into her wet hole; for nearly ten minutes he licked Dawn’s pussy.

“Good,” Dawn moaned. “Now, just my clit!”

She moaned as Sam hit the mark. “There. Don’t, stop!”

Dawn pulled his face tight against her pussy as her orgasm neared. Sam gasped but kept his tongue on her clit. “Oh, oh yes, yes!” Dawn’s orgasm flooded his mouth. She held him in place and then pushed him away when she was finished. Collapsing backward into her chair, she raised a foot and pushed him away.

Her breathing returned to typical a couple of minutes later.

“Go get a jar of olives,” Dawn said sternly.

“Yes, Ms. Dawn,” Sam said as he went off to the kitchen.

“Stand here,” Dawn pointed to a spot in front of her as he returned to the family room. “Eat them, slave.”

“Yes, Ms. Dawn,” Sam said. He opened the jar and pulled out a handful.

“No,” Dawn barked. “One at a time. Chew each one ten times, then swallow. Then eat another.”

“Yes, Ms. Dawn,” Sam did as he was told.

As he ate the olives he detested so much, Dawn explained his mistake. “When I said, Suck me off, you did not say, yes, Ms. Dawn.” She grinned as he consciously withheld from rolling his eyes. A natural reaction she had broken him of a year ago.

“So,” Dawn continued. “That is a no-no. You know it. And we both know you now have five jars.”

She waited for him to finish eating his last olive. “What happens when you get to five jars, slave?”

“Ms. Dawn punishes me properly,” Sam answered.

“Correct,” Dawn stood up. Smiling, she took the jar from him. “Get your deck of cards.”

“Yes, Ms. Dawn,” Sam said as he hurried to the bedroom.

From the bedroom Sam returned with a deck of cards. Dawn took them, sat at the dining room table and shuffled them several times. Sam kneeled by her as she removed a slip of paper from the card box.

“Go ahead,” Dawn instructed, holding the deck in her hand so he could reach it.

“Yes, Ms. Dawn,” Sam said, flipping over the top card. “It is a 7, Ms. Dawn.”

Dawn looked at the list of fourteen punishments on the slip of paper. “Bummer,” Dawn said with a bit of disappointment. “Not the one I hoped for. Do you remember what punishment seven is?”

“Writing, Ms. Dawn?” Sam guessed with uncertainty.

“Yes, slave,” Dawn took the cards from him. “Go get your notebook and pencil.”

“Yes, Ms. Dawn,” Sam said as he again hurried to the bedroom.

As he walked in the family room Dawn pointed to a corner in the family room. “Sit there and write.”

“Yes, Ms. Dawn,” Sam sat, his face pointed towards the corner.

“Write the following,” Dawn leaned down, her lips touching his ear as she spoke. “I am a bad slave. I will do better. Or I will go to jail.” She stepped away.

“One thousand times,” Dawn demanded, sitting back in her chair. “Understand?”

“Yes, Ms. Dawn,” Sam said, beginning to write.

Dawn retired to the bedroom soon after he started. It would take Sam over six hours to complete his punishment. He went to bed at 3:00 a.m.. His writing hand was sore and cramping.

The alarm went off at 5:30 a.m., as it was supposed to the day before.

After her morning run to the shore and back Dawn cleaned up and came to the breakfast table. Sam’s notebook was on the table beside her coffee. She inspected it.

“Satisfactory, slave,” Dawn informed him without emotion.

“Thank you, Ms. Dawn,” Sam acknowledged.

“I have time before I go to the office,” Dawn said directly, her breakfast finished. “Get your strap on.”

“Yes, Ms. Dawn,” Sam hurried off to the bedroom.

“Put it on,” Dawn demanded as he returned to the kitchen. As he did, she removed her skirt, dropped her panties, and bent forward over the table.

“Yes, Ms. Dawn,” Sam fastened the harness around his waist and thighs. A 8-inch rubber dildo hung over his own caged cock.

“Give me a good hard doggy style orgasm, slave,” Dawn commanded. “Pound the bad mood out of me before my sales meeting. Come on now!”

“Yes, Ms. Dawn,” Sam got busy.

Slowly he worked the dildo into Dawn’s waiting pussy. Sam thrust in an inch at a time until it was buried to the hilt and then he began banging away at her. Sam changed his grip on her ass pulling her into the dildo. She pushed back to increase the violence of his thrusts. She began to squeal slowly and soon was making primitive sounds as he worked her hard.

After ten minutes of relentless pounding, Sam was grunting too. But his grunts were in agony. His own cock was growing hard in its cage and not being able to grow erect had become painful. Dawn squealed louder in delight at his pain. She pushed back even harder but not for long. She lost her grip on the table as her orgasm exploded. Sam kept pounding, pushing the table forward across the floor with each thrust into his squealing master.

Her hand flailed backwards, signaling Sam to stop.

“Yes, Ms. Dawn,” Sam withdrew the dildo and got off of her. He kneeled on the kitchen floor.

Uncomfortable on the table, Dawn rolled off and into a chair.

“Lick!” Dawn instructed, gasping for air.

“Yes, Ms. Dawn,” Sam brought his face forward between her legs.

As she caught her breath, Sam licked her orgasm from her inner thighs. He had to lick all the way down to below her knee as she had come so much.

“Enough,” Dawn barked. “Satisfactory, slave.”

“Thank you, Ms. Dawn,” Sam acknowledged.

“Time for me to go,” Dawn stood up. “Call me when you get home from work. By then I will have thought of a disgusting chore to keep my slave busy until I get home.”

“Yes, Ms. Dawn,” Sam acknowledged as she left him for the bathroom. He cleaned up the kitchen and they went on with their day.

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