Fifty Shades of Submission by Loris James

you’ve been a good boy at all. I think you’ve been playing with yourself again. Didn’t I warn you what would happen if you pleasured yourself?”
    My heart is pounding. “Yes.”
    “ Did you masturbate in your room today?”
“No!”
    “You’re lying, Julian! I watched you masturbate in your room this afternoon! I saw you rub your cock while staring at the picture of a naked whore in that pornographic magazine you hide under your mattress! You didn’t make a noise when you came but I saw you!”
    She has had a one-way peephole fitted to my bedroom door. She told my father that all boys need to be kept under close scrutiny to protect them from themselves.
    I am mortified that she has found my dirty magazine which I had thought I had hidden beyond her reach.
    “Y ou are just like every other male of your species,” she says venomously. “All you are preoccupied with is sex. All you can think of is your cock!”
    She is angry now and she picks up the ruler on the table next to her and hits my penis with it in a sharp, flicking motion.
    Pain shoots up from my groin and I gasp.
    She slaps the ruler against my penis four more times and ends with a sharp punch with her fist to my balls. I drop to my knees, horrified by the agonizing pain.
    S he smiles with satisfaction. “Instead of playing with yourself, filthy boy, you will pleasure me instead!”
    She opens her legs , grabs a handful of my hair and pushes my mouth roughly against her spread vagina.
    “As punishment you will suck my c unt until I tell you to stop!”
    I have done this many ti mes before since the age of ten so I know exactly what pleases her. Sometimes she wants me to suck and lick her until she comes, but mostly she likes having objects pushed in and out of her vagina.
    This even ing she has chosen a thick wax candle about the size of a man’s engorged penis. After licking her for a while, she pulls my head back and gives me the candle to use. She gasps as I push it deep inside her and then she throws her head back and begins to mover her hips around and moan as I move the candle back and forth inside her as steadily as I can.
    “Faster!” she groans.
    I quicken the strokes, my hand and arm beginning to tire. Thankfully she begins to reach an orgasm. She throws her head back with a low, shuddering moan and is finally still. I feel the last feeble contractions of her vagina against the shaft of the candle.
    “Take it out,” she murmurs , watching me through half-shut eyes.
    I pu ll the candle out of her. It’s wet and slippery with her juices.
    “Did t hat excite you?” she sneered. She was staring at my hardened penis and immediately picked up the ruler and slapped it sharply. I recoiled with pain.
    “Go back to your room, ” she commanded, sounding tired. “I have no more use for you tonight. And remember, if you dare tell your father I will come to your room in the middle of the night when you are asleep and castrate you myself! Understand?”
    I nod, still reeling from the pain. “Yes.”
    “Yes what?” she snaps.
    “Yes, mother.”
    “Good. Kiss my cunt before you go.” She opens her legs wide and I obediently kneel between them and kiss her wet, briny vagina.
     
     

Chapter Fifteen
     
    " One must do violence to the object of one's desire; when it surrenders, the pleasure is greater ." - Marquis De Sade
     
    I spent a feverish night filled with broken dreams. When I awoke I was bathed in sweat. The pale grey light of dawn was just beginning to filter through the curtains.
    Memories of the evening before with Saskia flooded my mind. The skin on my back and arms wh ere she had whipped me were raised in angry welts. She had whipped me with unexpected ferocity. My dream of a relationship with her had finally come true. How did that make me feel? Her cruelty enthralled me. I loved her more than ever. I felt overjoyed that at last she had accepted me as her submissive.
    We had now taken the first tentative steps on our perverted