[Fiction] Thirty Days with You

[**Mandi**]

Let me start out by saying that I got coerced into making this a story here on GetDare by Sarge. I wrote this part out for him when he asked me to write about a fantasy I have. The concept is based around flying across seas to meet a Dom for the first time and staying with him for a month. That was my basic fantasy but Sarge then asked me to write out the first two days kind of as a story for him and then when I asked if I could post it in my blog he said he would rather I post it here, knowing I would feel obligated to write the rest of the month out I am a pretty busy person so I can't promise how frequent the updates will be, as I like to spend a lot of time on them, but I will finish the story (: I hope you all enjoy it! Comments are encouraged. I know I am not the best writer!

The story is written in second person like I am talking to the Dom. That is how I wrote it out for Sarge in the first place and considered chaning it to first person but decided to keep it this way for the first post. If you have any opinions on this, I will take them into consideration before posting the next part.

Finally, I know people normally describe the appearance of the characters but in this case, the main character is based on myself (This is less of a story and more of a long personal fantasy, lucky you guys) so I don't find it too necessary to describe myself. Most of you know me. And the Dom, when I wrote it was based on Sarge but because of the second person writing you can make it yourself or anyone you can imagine. If you really want me to describe my ideal Dom, make a comment and I might.

Without any further adieu, here is the introduction. Keep in mind this part was written spur of the moment while I was edging. I touched it up a little bit to make it smoother, but it is still less detailed then most of my writing. The first real part is much betteer.

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Arrival:

I land in the airport, where I know that you're waiting for me. We met online a while ago and had always joked about me coming to visit you. Living all the way across an ocean though made them much easier said then done though. I walk off the plane and wait for my bag. I text you to tell you where I am and you easily find me. I am both excited and nervous to see you. I suddenly am worried that this was a mistake. I don't know if I should be here and I kind of want to catch the next flight back home but then you finally reach where I am standing and smile, saying hello. We chit chat while I wait for my bag and my nerves go down. I know I can do this.

You first take me off to the bathroom, and have me put on a lovely pair of vibrating panties.. and you have the remote control. You know this has always been a fantasy of mine and I am already wet. As soon as we walk out of the bathroom you flip them on medium. The long plane ride of anticipation along with the excitement of meeting you has me squirming in no time at all.

The whole way back to your place you're bringing me to the edge and back down, never letting me cum. I'm biting my lip to keep quiet on the walk out of the airport and in the cab on the way to your place. Everytime I think I will go over you turn it off, much to my disappointment. Frustrated, we arrive at your place and you have me strip naked in the hall before going inside. As soon as I'm in the door you put a custom collar on me and tell me to get on all fours. I am so turned on and wet from the ride here, along with the situation as a whole.

You're just walking around, looking at and touching my body ever so gently, telling me how happy you are that I am here for the next month. I am smiling, my submissive side is ecstatic. A real life dom for the first time, I can not wait.

Without warning you take two fingers and stick them in my already dripping wet pussy. You just leave them there for a while, pinching my nipples and asking if I want to cum. I keep saying yes, and you tell me to call you sir.

"Yes sir," I repeat obediently.

I keep repeating over and over again while you finger my pussy hard. I reach to rub my clit and you slap my hand, saying you didn't tell me that I could do that. I keep desperately begging you to cum.

"Cum."

I orgasm on your command. It was amazing, the fact I only came because you gave me permission made it so much more intense. You tell me I am a good girl, as you stick your fingers in my mouth so i can taste.

Then you playfully slap my ass and say, "I hope you enjoyed it, because you won't be cumming for a while." The smile on my face tells me that you might be joking though, and I can't help but smile as well.

You then have me get up on my knees as you unbutton your pants and remove them. Eager to please, I take your already hard cock in my mouth, in and out, slowly at first, feeling every inch slide in and out. I love it, and you know it. You put your hand on the back of my head, pushing me to go faster. I oblige, and when you're close to cumming you grab my hair and pull my head back to look at you, telling me to swallow every last drop or I would regret it. You shove your dick back in my mouth and I get back to work, wanting to make you happy more than anything else, wanting to feel you're satisfaction.

Before I know it I can feel your dick pulsing and then feel the cum hit my throat. You cum so much for so long and I ladoringly swallow every drop, happy that I pleased you.

You're satisfied with me, and realize I must be exhausted from the long plane ride. You take me to your bedroom, me crawling behind you, of course, and upon entering I see the cage at the foot of your bed and start crawling towards it. I should have expected this, but it did surprise me a bit. Even more surprisingly though, you stop me though, saying I can nap in your bed today. I get in and doze off, very content with the day. Dreams of the next month come happily in my sleep.

[Shadowice]

Love the start of your story cant wait to see the rest of the month, and you have nothing to worry about you are a great writer.

[lez.lexi]

Great story start look forward for more.

[mrpropel]

Great story so far! Looking forward to more,

[**Mandi**]

Thank you everyone for the nice comments. I really appreciate it. I would love constructive criticism as well.

Here is the next part. I hope you all enjoy (:


Day 1, Part 1:

I woke up to light streaming through the window and I wasn't sure where you were. I lazily got up and stumbled into the bathroom, which wasn't too hard to find. I looked in the mirror.. my hair was a mess and my make-up had smeared. I did feel better, after the long nights sleep though. I turned the shower on, still vaguely curious of where you were. I considered going to look for you but the warm water coming from the shower was too enticing. I stepped in, so happy to have the water wash over my naked body. I had no clue where you had put my bag so I found some shampoo of yours and began washing my hair.

I was so focused on the relaxing water that I must not have heard the door open.. or did I forget to close it? Either way, I felt a hand on my back and jumped a bit. I had forgotten for a moment where I was. I turned and saw you. I blushed, even though I know you have seen the most intimate parts of my body many times. Without saying anything you motioned for me to turn in a circle and I obeyed immediately. I was still blushing but not I was also smiling a bit. I couldn't help it, to finally be here, I was ecstatic. It was hitting me today, that I was actually here. Yesterday it had still felt a bit like a dream. Once I had turned a full circle you looked at me and said "you're beautiful, sweetie" and I couldn't help but believe you. The way you said it made me so happy, and I just wanted to please you.

"Thank you, sir"

"Now turn around and bend over," you whispered in my ear. My heart raced. I turned around and bent at the waist. You had such a lovely view of my ass in this position, and you approved; I could tell by the sharp slap on my ass that sent shivers through my body. You began massaging where you had slapped, and let your fingers wander down to my pussy. Running a finger up and down my lips, teasing me, my body was practically begging for more. I began to shift backwards into your hand and you pulled away. I felt the sharp sting on my ass again, and then your body pressed onto my back, your mouth by my ear.

"Don't move. Stay completely still, or your ass will be bright red before the day even begins." I nodded frantically. "Good girl, now don't cum without asking."

With no warning you plunged two fingers deep in my pussy. It felt so good. I was desperate to reach back and touch my clit but dare not move. Like you read my mind, a finger found its way to my clit, rubbing slowly. My vision was getting blurry around the edges. The heat from the shower and the pleasure you were giving me was making my head spin. I knew I wasn't far from cumming, but then you moved your fingers away. I was curious as to what was happening but I dare not turn my head. I stayed where I was, watching the water swirl on the bottom of the shower.

I felt your hands pinch my nipples. I let out a moan and you pinched harder. You knew I loved it. You had witnessed my love for pain grow in the months leading up to me coming, and now I was here, with you twisting my nipples, desperate for you. I felt the tip of your cock push against my pussy lips. I was wet, and you slid in easily and filled me. You stayed there for a while, just playing with my breasts.

"Sir, I love you inside me"

I could practically hear your smile. You began moving your hips, pounding with no mercy. I was loving it. I was so close, so close. I was about to cum when it hit me. I needed permission. I forced the words out of my mouth.. " Sir, please, I need to cum. May I?" I practically moaned them. I had waited too long to ask. It felt like an eternity before your answer came.

"Yes, sweetie, cum"

My body shattered, and my legs gave out. The hand you had been using to play with one of my nipples moved to my stomach to catch me. I was in ecstasy. It took me a minute to realize you were still moving in and out of me. I felt like I would cum again at any moment. You told me you were close, and that I could cum again only when you did. I didn't have to hold off long. I felt your cock throbbing, felt you shove yourself deep inside and hold it there. I knew I could cum now, and did. What happened in the next few minutes was a blur. You helped me stand up and finish washing my hair and body, whispering what a good girl I was the whole time. I knew then, that any fear I had of coming here this summer was silly. I needed this; I needed to please you.

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[dommale]

wow love it please keep up the good work

[naked_lego]

This story will be really amazing! Also you shouldn't worry about trying to post regularly because the readers are used to inconsistencies.

[**Mandi**]

Day 2:

Waking up in your bed, with the light streaming through the windows was one of the best feelings. I lazily opened my eyes as I slowly came into reality. I felt your hand draped over my hip. It was only there because neither of us had moved too much in the night, but it still felt like a sign of possession, like I was yours. It confused me how much I needed that feeling, how much I needed to submit, how much I needed to be owned. It was something that I had always struggled with, ever since entering the BDSM community and discovering my submissive side. I knew I wanted to be dominated, to be controlled, but I didn’t know why. I still don’t know why. For so long I would jump back and forth, in and out of the BDSM community, in and out of my submissive nature. I fought it for a while, thinking it was unnatural, or “weird”. I couldn’t understand. I still don’t understand why the act of pleasing someone else, the act of sacrificing my own pleasure for someone else’s is something I crave, something I need, so desperately. I don’t know if I will ever understand. All I know is that if there is anyone who can help me figure it out, it is you.

Caught up in my thinking, I didn’t notice you shift slightly, your hand moving from my hip. Before I could realize what was going on I felt your hand cover my mouth. I let out a small scream, startled that you were suddenly awake.
I felt your breath on my neck, giving my goosebumps each time you exhaled. I was tense, waiting for what was about to happen.

“Sweetie, relax,” you whispered into my ear.

I tried, as best I could, to take the simple advice. I let my tense muscles relax, melting into your body that was pressed up against my back now. I felt the warmth radiating between us. I could feel your hard cock pressed against my ass and my mind started wandering, thinking of all the things I would love for you to do with it.

The sharp twist of one of my nipples brought me back to reality.

“Slut, did you hear my question?”

“No, sir, I am so sorry… I was.. uhh.. daydreaming.”

“Well, I had asked if you wanted to do something to earn your one chance at cumming today… but since it seems as though you would rather daydream than listen to your master, I don’t think you deserve it.”

“Sir, I am so sorry. It is early and I was… distracted. Please, let me make it up to you. I really really would love..”

“Stop. All I am hearing is excuses. There are no excuses. I think that you need something in that mouth of your to keep you quiet for a while. I’m not particularly liking what you have been saying this morning.”

“Yes sir,” I said in defeat. I thought I knew what was coming. I was prepared for your cock in my mouth. You did, after all, say I needed something to keep me quiet, and what better way?

To say the least, I was surprised when, instead, I felt you pushing a ball gag into my mouth. You secured the gag around my head. The ball had my mouth open wide, I could tell that my jaw would be sore in no time.

“Now, sweetie, as much as I would really love to fuck that dripping pussy of yours…” You paused, running a finger up and down my slit as if to prove how truly wet I was, “but instead, I think it is time we have some fun with one of your favorite toys. Get up, off the bed, and bend over it with your ass stuck out like a good little girl”.

I scrambled to get into position as fast as I could, not wanting to disappoint you. I was acutely aware of the gag in my mouth and the difficulty it was causing in swallowing. Once I was in position with my ass out waiting, you started tracing small circles on each cheek, sending shivers up my spine and causing goosebumps to appear in the trails of your fingertips. With no warning at all, besides the sudden absence of your fingers, I felt the painful sting of your palm spanking my ass. I yelped, which sounded like a muffled whimper at best through the gag, and lurched forward a bit.

“Now sweetie, I will warm you up with my hand, then we will move on to your favorite… your leather flogger.”

I couldn’t help myself, I was extremely excited at the thought, and my body made this quite clear to me when I felt the slightest trickle of wetness slide down my inner thigh.

“Normally, pet, you would be thanking me for each spank. But, as early as it is in the day, you already managed to lose your right to speak.”

The words hurt. I didn’t want to do anything to disappoint you and I was ashamed that I hadn’t listened this morning and had talked back. I wanted to be able to thank you; I wanted to show my gratitude as best I could and I had lost that chance. I would have to do better.

I was slightly lost in my thoughts… daydreaming again… when the first swat stung my ass. The whimper was quieter and shorter this time, and I didn’t flinch as much. I was ready.

It wasn’t terrible at first, I could tell that you weren’t hitting me as hard as you could, but as the time wore on and we passed twenty, then thirty, my ass was screaming and I am sure it was a beautiful shade of red. I hadn’t let out any more whimpers, putting all my effort into taking the spanking like a good little girl.

After what seemed like ages, and I am sure over 50 hard spanks, there was a pause. The next hit that I was expecting didn’t come. Instead, I felt many small leather tips caress my ass moments later. You had picked up my flogger. It was a simple one, and really not too extreme (I am sure I will experience much worse before the end of the summer) but it is what had keyed me in to my masochistic side, into my love for pain. And for that, it was one of my favorite toys.

Instead of swatting my ass, like I was prepared for you leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Spread your legs wide, stay bent over.”

I followed your instructions, spreading my feet wide until my hips were level with the edge of the bed, staying bent over it. I felt your hand on my soaked pussy and got excited. You plunged two fingers in deep, in and out a couple of times, and gone again far too quickly. Using your other hand you undid the ball gag and helped me get it out of my mouth. I hadn’t realized til it was gone how sore my jaw had become. You placed your two fingers in my mouth, commanding me to suck them clean.

“Taste that, pet? You’re dripping wet from these spankings. You really are becoming quite the painslut, aren’t you?”

With your fingers still in my mouth I looked up at you and nodded my agreement. When you were satisfied with the job I had done cleaning your fingers you picked up the whip once more.

“This time, you WILL say thank you for every single lash. There will be 40. If you forget to say thank you, we will start over. Ready?”

“Yes sir.”

Bracing myself to get lashed with the whip I prepared myself. I was the only one who had ever used it. No one else ever had. And I knew it would be much much harder than anything I could administer myself. Ready, waiting, I bit my lip. What I was not ready for was the sharp pain I felt on my inner thigh. I screamed. I had expected you to lash my ass, not the tender skin so close to my pussy.

“Forgetting something, slut? I guess we will start over.”

I shook my head, ashamed that I had forgotten your one simple rule.
The second, or I suppose first, lash came in the exact same spot as the one before.

“Thank you Sir.”

You switched back and forth between my left and right thigh, hitting dangerously close to my wet pussy every time. Not once, through the next 39, did I forget to say thank you.

There were slight tears stinging my eyes by the end and a small scream came before every thank you, and the fortieth thank you was full of gratitude, so happy for the experience to be over for now. But I couldn’t deny the juices dripping down my thighs, which had only made the flogging more painful. I was dripping and desperate. I wanted so badly for you to fuck me.

“Good girl. Very good girl,” you praised. I smiled a genuine smile. Those were really my two favorite words. The satisfaction of pleasing you took my mind away from the stinging for a while.

As I stood there, bent over, waiting for your next instructions, I felt your finger line up with my pussy, expecting you to push in, I was so eager.
Instead, you removed them and said, “I think it is time for breakfast, sweetie.” You smirked a bit, knowing that I was desperate. You were having fun teasing me.

You started walking out of the room, heading to the kitchen, motioning for me to follow. Of course I did, on all fours, crawling after you, red ass and welted thighs on display.

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Please leave comments, hope you're enjoying the story (:

[StrawDog]

Absolutely loving your story! More please!

[Master.]

I'm really enjoying the story, can't wait until the next post

[**Mandi**]

The next part will be up this week. I had finals for college the last couple weeks and was stressed and busy with that. It is summer now though and I will be writing again.

Sorry for the long break!

[**Mandi**]

After breakfast had gone and passed, myself eating cereal from a puppy bowl on the floor while you sat at the table eating bacon and eggs, the day went by fairly normally. You had some work to do around the flat and told me that I could have some relaxation time as you did so. You said I could watch tv or use my computer as long as I stayed naked on the floor the entire time. I browsed Netflix for a little while and chatted with some friends from home, making up stories of how my sightseeing in Europe was going splendidly.

Later that day, while I was kneeling naked, ass on my heels, in front of the tv thoroughly engrossed in whatever terrible romantic comedy I had found, you called my name and beckoned for me to come in to the bedroom. I turned off the television and crawled over to you.

Laying on the bed was an extremely short tight black dress. It was very simple, strapless, and definitely not something I had brought with me in my bags.

“Put it on, sweetie.”

I stood up and grabbed the dress, slowly stepping each foot into it and pulling it up. It caught on my ass and some wiggling had to be done to get it on. You seemed amused by the difficulty I seemed to be having.

Once it was on I looked at myself in the mirror on your wall. My jaw dropped. I have never really liked my body, and you know that, but in this dress…. I felt sexy. I turned to look at my ass. It looked great in the snug fit of the dress. The hemline came only about an inch, if that, below my ass. I experimented, bending over a bit to see how much I could get away with without showing my pussy and ass. Let’s just say, I couldn’t get away with much.

Completely lost in the mirror, I had almost forgotten that you were still watching me.

“Turn around and face me.”

I did as you said and slowly spun to look into your eyes. You were smiling ever so slightly, your eyes running over my body.

“You look gorgeous sweetie,” you said. I couldn’t help but break out into a huge grin. I was so caught up in the dress, though, that I had barely had time to think about what it meant. We were going out somewhere.

I was still wearing my collar. My hand instinctively went to my neck. I was suddenly very aware that you may very well have me go out in it. I couldn’t figure out if that excited me or frightened me. The collar would make it very clear as to what my role was. I didn’t know if I was ready for that yet.

You must have seen the slight distress in my eyes, or had expected it, because you came around and unclasped the collar. You walked over and placed it on top of my cage, then walked over to your dresser and grabbed something from a drawer. I didn’t know what you were holding behind your back when you walked back over to me.

“Kneel. And close your eyes.”

I did as you said immediately, without thought. Before I knew it I felt your hands brush my long hair out of the way and the feel of cool metal on my neck. You clasped something at the back of my neck and what felt a bit like a choker was resting around my neck.

“Open your eyes and look in the mirror. Stay on your knees.”

I opened my eyes to see you looking down on me. I awkwardly shuffled on my knees in a 180 and faced the mirror again. Around my neck was a tight silver chain with a small circular metal pendant hanging in the front. I could tell there was something on it, but couldn’t see from where I was. I crawled closer to the mirror and looked again. On the metal tag, almost like a dog tag, was an engraved M in fancy calligraphy. I loved it. It was so beautiful.

“Flip the Pendant.”

I looked back at you, and then again at the mirror. My fingers grasped the tag and turned it over. On the back there was a large S, your initial, in identical font to the M, but with one addition. Small words were engraved above the S – “Property of”. Reading the words sent a twinge through my pussy and clit and I could feel myself getting a little wet.

“Thank you so much Sir. I love it!” I couldn’t help but beam as I flipped it over and over again while looking in the mirror.

“This is what you will wear in public for now, sweetie. I can tell you are apprehensive about wearing your collar in public still, and I understand that. But I do want you to always have something on to remind you that you are mine, that you are owned. You may keep the M side up at first, but I may flip it whenever I please.”

“Yes Sir. Thank you again.”

“As you probably know, we are going out this evening. I know that you know how much I enjoy my pub quizzes with my mates. I don’t want to miss them, but also don’t want to be leaving you here alone, so you are going to be coming with me every week.”

I nodded. I should have known that’s where we were going. You always go to them.

“This week though, let’s spice it up a bit.” You reached into your pocket and pulled out a small bullet vibe. “This, sweetie, is a remote controlled bullet. And of course, I have the remote. It is discreet, quiet, and yet still pretty powerful. It is more powerful than the vibrating panties you used on your first day and the remote range is longer, so be ready. There are three settings, the highest of which may make a noticeable sound if it is too quiet. Tonight, this will be inserted into your thong and taped so it is hitting your clit directly. Of course, I would rather you not wear panties, but I suppose this will have to do.”

After I was dressed in my thong, vibe included, you ushered me out the door and we went to catch a cab. You hadn’t turned the vibe on yet, even though I was secretly wishing you would. I wanted to feel the vibrations against my sensitive clit.

Once in the cab my wishes were finally granted, although I really should be careful what I wish for. You turned it on high, and in the quiet cab I am sure the driver could hear the buzzing. My cheeks flushed at the thought and you just sat next to me smirking, enjoying watching me try to keep my composure. This would be a long night.

We arrived at the pub and you switched the vibe off, to my extreme gratitude. I was getting extremely close to the edge. You grabbed my hand when we were out of the taxi. Pulling me close to you, you whispered in my ear, “Do NOT cum unless I give you permission.” You paused a moment, “or one of my friends does,” you said slyly.

I gawked at you a bit, confused, and hoping all your friends weren’t about to know what was happening under my short dress. Noticing my confusion you leaned in again as we walked through the doors, “You better be discreet and composed… if any of my friends guess what is going on, I am giving them control of the remote, and your orgasms. And I am sure they may be a little trigger happy with such a pretty girl sitting there.”

I stared at you a bit. You knew I had an extremely difficult time being quiet and controlling my expressions. This was going to be an extremely fun game for you. I could tell I was going to need to be extremely focused on not cumming. I could only hope no one tried to engage in any sort of conversation that would require much thought. I was never a very good multi-tasker.

You led me to a table where three of your friends were sitting and pulled out a chair for me. Leaning in you whispered to me once more, “Be good or you will end up sitting on the floor.” The thought of sitting at your feet in a crowded pub made me wet, there was no denying it.

I sat in my chair and you sat in yours. As soon as my ass hit the seat the vibe was on again, making me jump a bit. I could only guess it was on its lowest setting, as it definitely wasn’t enough to make me cum, just keep me extremely wet and aroused.

There were the standard introductions. You introduced me as your “friend from the States who was visiting for a bit”. Your friends seemed a bit confused, but didn’t ask any questions about it. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean they weren’t asking questions. I was bombarded with questions and stories and the whole time all I could think about was the wet patch growing between my legs. I wanted so desperately to cum, and the night had only just begun…..


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I hope you all enjoy this post. I am sorry that it took so long after my last one but it should be more regular again now that it is summer.

Comments and critiques are always welcome!

[MrCharcol]

Great Story Well done Mandi

[drwarschauu]

This story isn't just well written and hot... I find it to be actually romantic. In a getDare way, of course! That choker bit was so sweet...

[**Mandi**]

Originally Posted by drwarschauu

This story isn't just well written and hot... I find it to be actually romantic. In a getDare way, of course! That choker bit was so sweet...

Thank you. I am glad you like it.

I actually was thinking just yesterday that my story probably isn't very popular here because it's goal isn't to get people off. I just write whatever comes to mind, and sometimes it just isn't constant sex and playing. I don't know.

Either way, glad you're liking it (: