Randy and I have an erotic game we play periodically and it’s called the submission test. As the name suggests, Randy employs a variety of methods to plumb the depths of my hunger for sexual submission. We hadn’t played this game for quite a while, at least a year by my reckoning. But last weekend, we revived it.
The fun began when Randy ordered me to go upstairs, strip naked, and lie face down on the bed. Knowing him as I do, that’s a signal that spankings, sex, and shenanigans were just ahead. Intrigued, I readily complied with his instructions.
About five minutes later, he walked through the bedroom doorway rubbing his hands together. I turned my head in time to see the eager smile on his face. He sat beside me and began rubbing my exposed and slightly chilly bottom.
“Tonight, my love, we are going to explore your submission. Everything we do will be with your complete, explicit, and unqualified consent. If you don’t want to proceed, you need only say so. At that point, we will stop.”
I knew the drill. I could end the session at any time, but would I? Or would I prefer to show off my submissiveness? The good thing was that I knew Randy wouldn’t propose anything that would injure me or place me in real danger.
“The time has come,” he informed me. “Shall I put on your cuffs?” He intended to restrain me. This was no real surprise. Light bondage can be enjoyable for me and it really heightens my feelings of submission.
“Yes, please do,” I responded in almost a whisper.
Randy slid the soft leather cuffs onto all four of my limbs. Next, he fastened elastic cords to anchor my wrists to the headboard and my ankles to the foot of the bed. He left me a little freedom of movement, but I clearly wasn’t going anywhere until he released me. He finished by sliding a large pillow beneath my hips.
“Now, my sweet, we begin with the paddle. Do I have your permission to paddle your bottom until it glows bright red?”
Phrased like that, Randy knew his question cast me in the role of co-conspirator in my own chastisement.
“Yes,” I replied.
Paddle me he did. He unleashed a flurry of about twenty hard, fast swats without benefit of a warm-up. This barrage left me panting and squirming. It really hurt! I had little doubt that the redness he sought had been achieved.
“Do you feel that?” His finger was now touching my rear orifice. I told him that I did.
“Well, that’s my finger and it’s covered in lubricant. I want to use it to grease your ass. Does that meet with your approval?”
I’m generally a reluctant participant in anal play. Let’s just say it’s not as much fun for me as a good spanking. However, this was the submission test and I wasn’t about to bail out over a slippery finger. I told him to proceed.
As promised, the finger penetrated and lubricated my most private opening.
“Now, let’s move on to the belt.” As Randy spoke these words, I heard the sound of his own leather belt sliding rapidly though the loops of his pants. “May I whip your naked skin with my belt?”
Most times, my answer would be unequivocal. But that small paddle had already done some fine work on my sit spots. Nevertheless, I nodded my assent.
“Do you mean that you grant me permission to mark you?” He wanted to hear the actual words.
“Yes, yes.”
The belt cracks burned as they were applied, but the sensation didn’t seem unpleasant.
“Now, I would like to shove a vibrator up your ass. Will you let me do that?”
I answered, “Yeah, no… Wait. You don’t mean the Hitachi, do you?” For those unfamiliar with the Hitachi Magic Wand, I was concerned that I had just unknowing agreed to an act that might not even be physiologically possible.
Randy burst out laughing. “No, but now that you mention it…” I had to admit that concept was pretty funny, as long as he didn’t actually intend to do it.
He chose instead a slim, smooth, bullet-shaped vibrator. It was already buzzing when he began sliding it into me. It was a strange sensation to be stimulated back there.
“Now I want to add a second vibrator in front. Will you accept that?”
OK, this was a total no-brainer. “Sure,” I agreed.
Randy activated a second vibrator, identical to the first in all but color (I couldn’t see anything he was doing, but I do know my toys!). He expertly rubbed it up and down to maximize the intense effects. Within a minute or two, I was bucking up and down, writhing with pleasure and pulling on my restraints. The feeling of those two vibrators working in unison was mind blowing. I nearly reached climax more than once, but my lover eased off before I achieved it.
“May I finish you off with this cane?” He now controlled both vibrators with his right hand as his left employed a small, thin cane to tap on my scalded bottom.
“Yes, please finish…” I gasped.
That flicking cane was just enough to trigger a monumental orgasm. He continued to strike it against my skin even as I moaned in ecstasy. I loved every second.
There are no losers in the submission game. We both won. He measured my submission and found it to his liking. I tested my own mettle and emerged victorious.
After I was unhitched, cooled down, and relaxed, I repaid his loving attention with my own style of oral gratitude. Randy was favorably impressed. Yes, this was a good game and a fine way to spend an evening at home together!
Keywords: spanking, submission, paddle spanking, belt spanking, caning, spanking story, spanking and sex, anal sex, bondage
