Plaything for a Night (Part 3 - I submit and Sir c

Plaything for a Night (Part 3 - I submit and Sir c(This is the conclusion to a three part story. I hope you will read all three parts as a single story. However, for those starting here, part one was about a submissive having an unexpected opportunity to spend a night for the first time with her online Sir and part two was about the spankings he gave her. This is a direct follow-up to the spankings in part two.)Sir gives me a quick, almost gentle, swat on my swollen pussy and says "The best is yet to come my dear. First however I need to get you better positioned here on the bed."He doesn't make big changes to how I am, however I had become lazy in holding the position during the pussy spanking I had just received. I continue to lie on my back sideways on the bed with my bottom near the side of the bed. He takes a ribbon back out and ties my wrists together so that my hands cannot reach my pussy to protect it, or come to my nipples add my own touch to the play. He readjusts my legs so that they are bent and open, with my pussy on fully display. I nearly wish I could see it as it feel so different than only a few hours - the shaving he gave me, the spankings, the wetness. I would normally feel very exposed in this position but after this evening I feel it is only right that he has full view and access to it. Sir, places a few pillows under my head and moves the crop that he had left on the bed up by my head, just out of my view. He reaches into his bag and takes something out. I don't see what it is but get a flash of bright pink. He comes back around to my open pussy. "You've been a good girl tonight. I have a present for you as a reward," he says. He shows my a beautiful bright pink dildo. Despite its pretty colour, its shape is not cute, but rather shaped atomically correct."Thank you Sir, it is beautiful! It is even my favourite colour!" I say."I'm happy you like it Kitten. I'm giving it to you to take home with your. I hope we can chat about how you will use it once you get home. You can remember how I was the first to put it in you every time you play with it.""I look forward to it." I say, almost with a purr."Well I better get busy forming those memories for you," he says, and starts to move the head of the dildo on the outside of my pussy. He doesn't spend much time however teasing me, quickly moving it to my eager opening. Rather than easing it it, he quickly forces it in, pushing it as deeply as he can. And instead of pulling it out as I expect he holds it there. I can feel my pussy muscles contracting around it, trying to push it out but instead he turns it. "Relax," he says. I take a deep breath. He continues to hold it in me, turning it, until he can feel me accept it and stop fighting it. He leaves it there even after I relax just to make sure I am comfortable with it. Then, just as quickly as he inserted it it pulls it out. I feel so empty without it that I unexpectedly let out a sad sigh. "You liked that, didn't you?" he asks. I nod and smile. He slides it in again, this time pulling it out slowly, and then quickly slides it back in. Slowly and steadily he starts fucking me with it. I can hear how wet everything is as it moves in and out.He pauses for a second and reaches into his bag for something which he hands to me. It is a blindfold. "Put it on," he says. "I want you to feel the dildo and imagine it is my cock. Listen to my voice so that you hear it in your head when you play with this at home." I awkwardly slide on the blindfold, finding it difficult with my hand tied, but excited to wear it, knowing that this evening will return to me many times when I'm home alone playing. He starts to describe the dildo going in and out of me, explaining my pussy looks stretching around it, and how wet it is as he pulls it out. He tells me my pussy is hungry for more and how I will crave this moment and try to recreate it on my own but will never succeed as I need that pussy spanking before to make me feel the way I do now. He reminds me how the stinging and swelling has brought so much sensitivity to my pussy and that is why it feels so good now. I take all his words in, knowing they are all true.He stops for a moment and I can hear him come back around the bed to my head, climbing onto the bed. He places the tip of the dildo on my lips, "now lick me clean" he says pushing it into my mouth. I imagine it is his cock as I let him put it into my mouth. I can taste my own juices on it, which I find salty but awkwardly plentiful. I am nearly ashamed at what a mess I have made by being so wet. I want to show him how good I would be at cleaning it and so eagerly start using my tongue, but let him guide the experience of it moving in and out of my mouth. I am so distracted by showing him how good I am at cleaning his new gift to me that I also miss hearing the sound of a zipper being opened. In a seamless rhythm he switches the dildo going in and out of my mouth to his hard cock. Although his switch was seamless, the change causes me to stop for a second. His cock tastes better than the dildo. It is warmer and more textured. I can smell his musk. I can almost feel the veins pulsing. "Don't stop" he says, a quick sharp slap lands on my pussy. He must have grabbed the crop that was resting on the bed. I gasp, which causes my mouth to open larger. He uses this opportunity to push his cock deep into my mouth. I am ashamed how my reaction was to stop the first time he puts his cock in me. He has brought me such pleasure that I want to equally pleasure him. As he cock is deeper in my mouth, I wrap my lips around it and my tongue against it, making my mouth as active as possible. "Good girl" he says, resting the crop against my pussy, as a threat or promise of what could come if I don't perform properly. He moves himself, in and out of my mouth. As he comes deeper I can feel his hairs tickling my face. The contrast of knowing he had just shaved me a while ago while he is natural makes me feel all the more submissive and owned by him. I try to move my head to match his rhythm, which is hard to do in my current position. I am eager however to show how good I can be. I push the tip of my tongue against the cock as it moves into my mouth. I try to suck it back in deeper as he pulls it out. I can't see in his face if it my efforts are pleasing him but feel how hard he is and taste the precum so I think I am. Although he spends most of his time moving himself in and out of my mouth, he breaks on occasion, pulling away to leave me with my mouth open waiting like a hungry little bird. During these moments he sometimes moves his cock on my face, tracing my lips with it, and other times just leaving me to show him how much I want him in my mouth. Several times during these waiting moments he uses the crop to slap my pussy, always using the gasp afterwards as the opportunity to move quickly and deeply into my mouth. Each slap on my pussy makes me more eager to please him more as they are reminders of my desire to be a good girl for him.After one of these slaps he goes to move himself in deeply but I must have been expecting the slap as the gasp wasn't as big as the others and he finds himself with my mouth closing before he was all the way in. He doesn't let me get away with this error. He pushes himself in, the deepest he had gone, and uses the crop to quickly land a series of at least twenty taps on my pussy. These hurt but I know it is good training to have him push his cock the deepest into my mouth. I want to gag as it reaches the back of my throat but the continuing taps on my pussy with the crop remind me to focus. Instead I focus on breathing. As he eventually pulls back out I wrap my lips around his cock so to show him I'm pleased he did that to my, my pussy a stinging reminder of who was in control. I know from the increasing taste of precum that Sir is getting closer to cumming. He gets off the bed and I can hear him behind me fully undressing. He slides off the blindfold and uses it to tenderly wipe my face. Walking around to the other side of the bed I eagerly watch him, this being the first time I have seen him naked. I like what I see, very manly and exactly how I imagined him from our chats."Are you ready to fully be mine Kitten?" he asks. I feel everything we've done this evening has proven I was. Of course I know he needs to hear to words from me."Yes Sir, please use me. I am yours to use and fill with seed if you so desire." He knew from our chats that I was on the pill so he wouldn't need to use a condom. I opened my legs wider so that he could see me physically inviting him to my pussy.He doesn't need to be invited twice. He grabs me by the waist and plows himself deep into me. He starts thrusting forcefully and deeply. I know that I've cum plenty tonight, this is no longer about me, it is all focused on his needs. Considering how long we'd been playing I am amazed at his stamina. He thrusts into me hard. I realize now how all those spankings have added up, my pussy feeling bruised and swollen with his body hitting up against mine. He stops to flip me over. I rest on my elbows with my ass up in the air. He slaps it, giving a laugh, as he spreads me open and moves back into my pussy. Again he thrusts hard, building a rhythm. I think that I would like him to reach around and play with my clit as he thrusts but then realizes he knows what he is doing, my clit stinging too much to really want to be touched. It is almost as though it is being played with just from the pulsing. He however does continue to grant me spanks on my bottom as he fucks me in the pussy. I can feel my pussy tightening around his pussy, as he slows to a couple of deep, purposefully thrusts as he comes in me. I hear him grunt and he holds himself in me until it is complete. He pulls out satisfied, giving a final hard but teasing slap on my bottom, this time over my now dripping pussy.Epilogue...After our play all evening we slept well into the morning. When we woke up in the morning it was nearly time for me to go back to the airport to catch my flight. Sir made sure my new dildo was packed into my bag and made me promise to only think of him when using it. Before dressing to leave he had one final experience for me. He took out the ribbons we had used the night before. Again he ties it around my waist, taking the second ribbon, tying it tight into my pussy. I know I will feel it every time I move on the airplane. He takes one final item out of his bag, a bottle of warming lotion. He gives each nipple, which feel bruised today, a good pinch and then rubs then with the lotion. Then he takes generous amount and rubs it all over my pussy - all over the lips, in between the lips, up my pussy, and of course making sure my clit is well covered. He ensure the ribbon in my pussy is soaked the the lotion so that it will keep me alert for hours to come. He orders me to get dressed and promises the effects should wear off by the time I get home. Of course, he will be waiting online for me to tell him all about my flight home.