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I am writing a series of stories about the sexual adventures of older women. It is called cougar cronicles. some parts of stories are here in the magazine section. I plan on doing a story for each letter in the alphabet and would love ideas. would give you a by line as author on amazon when I publish the story. a short comment is all I need for the story, so please leave me any thoights, thanks
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1st time Domme
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Posted:Dec 17, 2017 1:58 am
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She was spent. It had been a very long time since she had felt anything close to this. Sated and happy with the way she had progressed it was getting close to the time to call a halt to the first meeting. There were a couple more things she wanted to try but she was ready to caulk the beginning of her adventure as resounding success.
The fact it was all about her had been a huge turn on from the outset. If she had had any idea things would be so fun and exciting she would have done this long ago. She would count how many times she had an orgasm later. Now she wanted to put the final pieces of power in place. Having decided she was going to do this again, she didn’t want him to know it.
Still on her knees over her slave’s face she wiggled her pussy. The imprint of her body, especially her gaping wet pussy, on his mind was essential. Her slave slut had to be thinking about her every waking minute so he ached to see her again, regardless of what she did to him.
Her breathing was back to just above normal. Her strength was returning slowly, she would need a good night’s sleep to recoup herself fully. She raised her head and glanced over her shoulder. She saw he was erect and twitching. A knowing smile spread across her face. She had him so hard and his hips were rocking. He was straining even though there was nothing but air for him to fuck.
Laughing in the pure pleasure of power she moved. Shuffling her knees until she was at the edge of the bed he steadied herself. With cat like agility she propelled herself off the bed landing on her feet. ‘Not bad for wobbly legs’, she thought her triumphant smile growing wider. She had never felt this confident, known so well; she was exactly where she was supposed to be. The final touches were needed to make things everything she had dreamed of and more.
Turning she looked down at her slave. He was still lying on his back. His pitiful pleading look accompanied by his slowing churning hips were proof he was nearly defeated. She had enough control he wouldn’t dare to try and touch his raging manhood without her acquiescence.
Her smile was gone in a flash. She was the Mistress again. Boldly she leaned back over the bed. Dangling her breasts a few inches above his chest she reached out and placed the tip of her forefinger on the bulging purplish head of her newest toy.
Tapping her finger gently she made a shushing sound. Then she changed the angle of her finger a tad and had the tip of her fingernail was touching him. She traced the bare meat ever so lightly in a tiny circle. It was the cruelty superior educating an inferior.
He moaned and jerked his hips. The motion moved his cock head out of contact with his Mistress’s extended finger. The couple seconds the shock wave used passing through him was enough time for his mind to realize what he had done. Pride gone he pushed his cock head back, his body shaking and eyes locked on her finger, until he made contact.
The fact it was a natural reaction could possibly be excused do to his greenness at submission. The last goal she had gave her the option of playing things either way. She held the reins and would pull them as she wished.
Most all the research, porn watching, she had done to educate herself had interested and aroused her. So many aspects of the dominant/submissive relationship, the different types and styles of bondage were exciting. Many times she had felt the thrill of discovery seeing a new type of punishment or humiliation. Almost as many she had been overtaken by her lust and had used her fingers or her toys while dreaming of doing what she was watching.
Here she was doing it for real and the next move was important. Processing the scenes she had seen played out, weighing the factors such as his own statements to her, she thought as her nervous slave struggled to remain absolutely still. Trying his utmost to keep the engorged and pulsing head of his cock in contact with her finger her looked pitiful and weak.
Seeing an obviously once proud man who had walked head held high for his entire life so meek and fearful was a powerful aphrodisiac. The look of shame mixed with pleading on his face was one she would remember for a long, long time. It made her swell with confidence.
His fretting about what was to happen and his own sin of pulling away from her would cost him grew with every passing second under her blistering gaze. When she began to tap her finger again he stiffened and clamped his lips shut. The effort to let her freely torment his already raging manhood and accept it had him cringing in seconds.
Each tap added to the building concentration of fear formed by the tiny jolts in his cock head and running from there through his cock, then crotch and up his spine to his brain. The conflict going on inside his head was a living nightmare. Fear and anxiety were lobbing grenades at desire and need. Desire and need were firing back with cannons.
It was an uneven fight. He was finding his place in subservience much the same as she was finding her in total control. If he held the line against his fear and shame his world would become upside down. For Mistress the ability to inflict pain and humiliation was a pleasurable thrill. For her slut accepting the pain and humiliation were like riding a rollercoaster. He was getting the double edged sword of being used and learning to want it badly.
The seconds ticked by each lost in their individual thoughts yet linked because of the polar opposition of their thoughts. Both knew his cock was the article at issue. One having the power of doing whatever she wished with it. The other had the cock. His trepidation was taking its toll on him mentally and physically. Her boldness growing at an astounding rate as she watched him struggle below her.
The decision came in an instant. She had been indecisive and had wisely considered things from every possible angle she could think of. In the dictating place she held it was much more important to do what was needed than to hurry because a slave was nervous waiting. Besides, his nervousness was an asset to her supremacy.
Her finger stopped tapping. She heard an audible sigh. It could not be mistaken where it came from or the fact it was one of profound relief. It was a short lived relief. Her hand had turned into a claw and she had snatched the stiff bulging pole. An instant of deep desire was replaced by terror in another instant. His member was now trapped in a vice.
She heard his loud hissing intake of air. Tightening her grip she laughed. Looking from her filled hand to his face she set her jaw. The sternness of her expression chilled her slave. The bewilderment he displayed let her know he was speechless and unknowing why he was being subjected to such harsh treatment.
Just where she wanted him confused and frozen. She tightened her grip a bit more. The muscles in her forearm were tense with the pressure she was applying. When she curled her wrist, twisting the hot throbbing toy she held, she felt them ripple. Moving her wrist back and forth twisting and untwisting his slave’s hard rod made her giggle in delight.
Fun would be a very mild description of what she was having. It wasn’t the first hard cock she had ever had in her hand. The others had been fun. This was something entirely different. She sensed it every time she felt the pulsating throb in her hand. Forced to explain what was happening she would have said his will power and self-control were passing to her. Each time his manhood pounded into her hand as she abused it a bit of him was ceded to her.
Her physical assault started she added in verbal, like a chef adding the most important thing at the crucial point in preparation. “I am really wondering why I should consider going any further with this.” She increased her physical assault by pulling at the end of each twist. “You are just totally worthless. I mean, I can’t imagine even trying this pitiful thing.” She increased the pull to a yank.
She intentionally shook her head negatively and her move upper body enough to make the breasts over his face jiggle enticingly. It was an intentional act. Something she had picked up in the videos. He wouldn’t be able to think of anything but her. It was the carrot. The stick was stopping the twisting and yanking but changing to a hard persistent pull upward lifting his hips off the bed.
“I’ve had to work my ass off to get off. You’re supposed to be pleasing me, but you’re worthless.” She could feel another slam dunk coming. To set him up she fed him the question, “tell me why I should even consider troubling myself with someone who can’t even lick pussy properly.”
He had no idea he was being played. While she was feeling his essence transfer everything to her through his thundering cock he was felling it also. The breasts swaying right over his face so close and inviting but so far out of reach were a very good description of the dilemma. He wanted them badly, so badly he ached. Yet he was powerless to do anything about his yearning. She had taken his manhood by more means than grabbing and abusing it.
“P-Please Mistress, p-please give me another chance. I will do better Mistress, I promise. Anything, a-anything you want Mistress, just p-please let me have another chance.” There was genuine horror in his obsequious plea. She was going to throw him away. He felt the emptiest he had ever been. There was nothing left. She had it all and was going to take it and go. The sob of despair echoed off the walls.
She felt the shift in her hand. He strained to push his hips higher in an effort to please her. His pulsing cock surging against her palm. She had him. Driving her hand downward she painfully forced him back flat on the bed.
“You whining worthless wimp, shut up. Do you actually think your pathetic begging will help? You are so stupid.” She let go of his cock. “I see if I want you to learn anything it will have to be drilled into you. Get up!” The forcefulness of her words was another aspect she had picked up in the videos. It always made her hot when a strict confident dominatrix lowered the boom on a suffering slave.
She stepped back while he scurried to clamor off the bed. When he was standing stiffly at attention looking at the floor in front of him she barked. “Get my bra and panties.” The coolness of her voice belied her true feelings.
He went down to all fours quickly and crawled to the find the discarded items. The calm disdain she was showing had him an emotional wreck. The thought this was the end would not stop even as he forcibly tried to remove it. What could he do? Frantic he was near to blubbering.
By the time he had located her underclothes his vision was blurred by tears filling his eyes. Crawling back to her naked body his breath caught in his throat at the slim erotic appeal of her calves and the lush softness of her thighs. He was going to do whatever was needed for another chance. His mind went into overdrive trying to think of something, anything.
He knelt up to his knees in front of her. He held out the bra and panties at chest level, they shook slightly. Trying to seem demure he lowered his head and locked his eyes on what may be the last glimpses he ever had of her perfect pussy.
Mistress removed the bra from his hand. She knew what he was doing and was going to make sure he had a good view. The sweet thrill of taunting her wretched slave gave her a tiny shiver. She lifted her left foot about six inches off the floor. Shifting her hips to open her crotch wider she licked her lips alluringly knowing he was staring in awe.
Wiggling her dangling toes she commanded, “Put my panties on me.” Her tone was disdainful. She acted like she was ignoring him concentrating on her bra. It was the worst thing she could do to his remaining hope.
Sick at heart and feeling weak he bent over and slipped the proper leg opening over her foot. He waited a good fifteen seconds before she lowered it and raised the other. It was a purposeful pause. She drove home the point he was insignificant, a miserable creature unworthy of her attention.
Getting the second foot through the leg slot was a task. His mind telling him this was it. He was so close to her legs he could smell the woman scent. It was touch and go for a second as he debated throwing himself on the floor and begging for one more chance. The only thing stopping him was she was pushing him away because he was disgusting to her. What hope did such a degrading act bring?
Heart breaking he held the sides of the thin material he pulled her panties up her calves by straightening his torso. It gave him one last close up look and stolen sniff of her womanhood. It was still red and swollen, though not gaping as it had over his face. He swallowed in an audible gulp.
His forearms felt as if he was lifting cement blocks. The act she demanded of him had reduced him to a quivering ninny. The shock of being rejected while being able to be so close to what had to be heaven at the same time was a cruelty beyond description.
The stinging slap to his cheek was a surprise. The pain wasn’t nearly as painful as her biting comment. “Quit gawking and pull them up you idiot. You’ve seen enough.” A second slap followed as soon as she had finished speaking.
He finished the regrettable task. The flimsy material was in place, hiding her pearl from him. She had already finished the bra and used her hands to brush his away. The simple act spoke volumes to him. He hung his head, broken and defeated.
Taking her time adjusting her panties to her liking she was studying him again. His distress was manifest in his body language and facial expression. All the humiliation and abuse she had thoroughly enjoyed putting him through had been his deepest desires being fulfilled. The tactic of threatening to deny him any further chance of seeing his dreams come true had broken him. The taking of his manhood was a huge step. Having him willingly physically enslave himself to her would be a larger stride toward complete control.
She stepped away from her trembling and humbled slave. Sitting on the edge of the bed she seductively crossed her legs, further hiding her treasure from him intentionally. Having him in such a vulnerable state of mind she was using feminine wiles to be sure he literally handed her the keys to his demise.
There was another thing she had noticed while hungrily devouring videos about ‘Female Domination’ she had really liked. The act, when done by real people, not paid actors, was stimulating and showed what a real slave would endure for o true Mistress. As a side the effects were usually capitulation by the slave to whatever demand was made by his owner.
It was an easy decision. Snapping her fingers she pointed to the floor directly in front of her. Her expression turned to stone as she froze pointing. A convincing performance was needed. He had to believe it was his only chance and she would find out if he was sincere about absolute submission.
Heart skipping a beat when summoned before her he moved the few feet to her staying on his knees. Centering his body about a foot in front of her he stopped, head down. His tenseness had a physical effect he was only semi hard now. Being in front of her the tiniest flicker of hope rose in his wretched soul and his shrinking cock started to stir anew.
Shifting her hips, Mistress uncrossed her legs. The leg that had been resting on top stuck out straight beside her tightly strung slut. Looking down her smooth leg she put her hand on her inner calf and traced her fingers up across her inner thigh to the material now covering her Venus mound. She was feeling so powerful it made even her red painted toe nails look erotic.
He couldn’t take his eyes from the leg beside him. The allure was like a magnet. He didn’t dare turn his head, fear held him in check. He had only been told to present himself before her. So he strained to look form the corners of his eyes without moving his downcast head.
Mistress knew what he was doing. It was a part of her plan he did it. Slowly she bent her knee. When it was at ninety degrees and her calf was vertical she shifted her thigh. It put her foot smack in front of her slave. Now he was looking straight down at those erotic toes with painted nails. She wiggled them.
Mesmerized by the massive aura of sexuality she was emanating he could only stare as the foot with the wiggling toes moved forward. Their target was obvious. Even with the few seconds warning the contact between his balls and her toes sent a charged bolt straight from them to his brain. Remembering his earlier error, using tremendous effort he remained still.
It was stimulating, at first. Mistress used a light touch. Pressing gently at the top of his sac she wiggled her toes. Being new to anything like this she was looking the same place her slave was, at the meeting of her toes and his jewels. She added pressure to her foot. The stimulation she was enjoying continued. It was another story for him.
Her toes were digging deeper and their movements more aggressive. His feeling of elation evaporated as quickly as it has risen. The downward pressure she was using when she scrunched her toes was uncomfortable to his balls. It wasn’t really that painful; yet, but it was a difficult thing to remain still while knowing it could get worse instantly. His body was tense from his shiny head to his curled toes.
Mistress played for several minutes. Her eyes went for the action she was instigating to her slave’s eyes. She saw his focus was locked on his crotch. She had also noticed he was entirely erect and on display for her. With a small final drumming of her toes she watched the upright member sway to and fro.
Pulling her foot back a couple inches she readjusted her aim. When she swung her foot forward again it was under his tingling balls. She slowly lifted her foot until the tops of her toes were in contact with the bottom of his sac. It was a gentle tap. She had seen far worse on film but wasn’t sure enough of her own ability to kick his balls yet.
She mumbled to herself in what she thought was a disappointed sounding grunts and incoherent gibberish. Her aim was convey her disdain for him and the idea she was getting ready to cast him aside.
Still her move had his complete attention. She saw his cheeks puff out and heard the audible exhale as they receded. Her foot pressed upward forcing his balls tight to the base of his throbbing organ. She kept going moving it higher and said, “Up slut stand up.” Her foot made certain she was obeyed.
He rose from his knees shakily. They were weak and wobbly and he had to steady his body as well as his nerves to remain where she wanted him. His heart was double timing it in his chest. He didn’t want to think about the sounds he was hearing from her. They more than likely were not good news. Swallowing he tried to gather what shreds of courage he had left. There was little to gather and he knew he would be broken beyond repair if she rejected him.
The top of her foot was still tapping the bottom of his balls. Mistress had been deliberate and careful, leaning back as he rose to be able to control her aim. Once she had her rhythm she looked away from his bouncing balls. She saw he was as tightly strung as piano wire and vibrating like a tuning fork. Her foot stopped.
Mistress loved every second of this. She was play acting and he had no clue. The ability to rule so extremely the acts and thoughts of another, to twist them to her will and desires, was beyond thrilling and arousing. She felt more alive than she could ever remember being. It was time to take his rollercoaster ride through another dip and turn.
She placed her foot on the floor and shifted her hips so she sat straight away from him. Drawing her knees together she folded her arms over her chest. Her demeanor turned to ice while her stare was boring hotly into him. She sat there for a good half minute, knowing it felt like half an hour to him.
Uncrossing her arms she parted her knees and started tapping her ball tapping foot on the floor. She leaned forward. “Look at me bitch.” She barked sharply.
He swallowed again and raised his head. His eyes were puppy sad. His face blotched red from shame and anxiety. She could see he was close to tears. ‘Perfect, things could not be any better,’ she thought fighting down a smile.
Setting her palms on her knees she inched a bit closer. “For the life of me, I have thought and thought yet I cannot come up with only one answer. You are a worthless loser, totally unfit to lick between my dirty toes. I don’t really even understand why I am considering this.”
She lifted her right hand nonchalantly. Reaching out with a calmness that belies her true feelings at the moment she claimed his erect shaft. He was breathing heavily as she felt his heat radiate to her palm. Her touch was light, barely more than limp handshake pressure.
“Since I am such a good and kind person I have decided to be lenient. However, you are so pitiful it is for consideration only. I will promise nothing other than to think about giving you another chance. There will be conditions slut. You can hear them and agree or we can call it quits now. What will it be?”
While she was explaining she was slowly stroking his pounding pole. Her light touch felt the strength of his pulses and the jerking of the random twitches of the near to erupting cock. By the time she had given him his choice she could feel a slight rocking back and forth of his hips.
“Y-Yes Mistress anything, anything you want.” He stammered. Her words were biting and condescending but she would think about it. Hope hit him like a sledge hammer. He felt his knees begin to buckle and had to lock them in place. Her hand, after initially getting over the shock, was sending sensations through him that left him defenseless.
The gentle play stopped. She stared hard at him. “This is mine, remember slut?” She squeezed her prize harshly and yanked it in a twisting motion.
The sudden change from pleasure to pain was like being doused in ice water. He yelped and pushed his hips forward trying to avoid the agony in his cock. His contorted face was crimson. “Y-Y-Yes M-Mistress,” he wailed. “It i-is y-yours Mistress.”
“This is what I want slut. Did you bring my cage, slut?” She let up her pressure on is still hot and hard manhood for a second. When she felt him ease is hips back she yanked and twisted it again. This time she pulled it a little further than the last.
Better prepared for it than the first cock twist he managed to only wince instead of yelping when the assault resumed. His hips were thrust a bit further forward arching his lower back. His hands balled at his sides. Held there by such a strong and unseen force only those who have been ‘in the moment’ can describe. There was no need for Mistress to explain further.
“Y-Yes Mistress, it’s in my bag,” the desperation he was feeling came out in the whine of his voice. It was not the deep resounding answer of a man. A better description would be a frightened creature who understood full well the fear of being at the mercy of another.
She let go of his cock. Having pulled further and twisted harder than she had yet gone, she just let go. Watching with anticipation as it sprang back. It vibrated in front of him like the shaking of spring after snapping back from being stretched. Mistress liked the startled “Oh,” and seeing his hips jerk back in reaction to her cruelty.
One of the reasons she had wanted this was the idea of actually owning and controlling a man was more exciting than anything she had ever dreamt of. It fascinated her seeing what a true power and control were when she first started looking into it. The feelings coursing through her as it was turning real had her tingling. Every part of her was alive and alert. The anticipation was making her a little tense.
Her stare was a dagger. Eyebrows arched, nostrils flared and lips parted she leaned forward as she whispered the command. “Get it, bitch.” Frozen, the statue of an ice princess, she waited, hiding her eagerness.
It was frustrating when he went down to crawl the few feet to the dresser his bag was on. On the other hand it gave her a chance to exhale and regain her composure. Inside she was giddy as a schoolgirl who had just been named prom queen. Outside she was the cold and arrogant lady who knew her capabilities.
The exhilaration in the moment had her ardor rising. Waiting made her frustrated but rethinking how sexually spent she felt. If things kept the course she had planned another round of pleasure may not be out of the question. She could feel the pulsing starting deep in pussy. The kind of pulsing that builds from mental stimulation and can lead to quick violent eruptions.
She saw he had opened his bag and taken something from it. He put it in his mouth and went back down to crawl. Her hips shifted to the very edge of the bed. She parted her knees a couple feet and placed her hands on them. Leaning back she sucked in a large lung full of air and held it a second to gather her thoughts. She exhaled slowly as she watched him crawl back to her.
He pushed himself up from the floor. Rising from his knees he reached for the object he held in his mouth. Quick as a cat she reached out and grabbed his wrist.
“No leave it there slut.” Her hand continued moving pulling his down and away from his mouth. “You need to get used to having your mouth filled slut. Put your hands behind your head.” She let go of his wrist after squeezing it to make her point.
She looked at his mouth as he raised his arms. There was a clear plastic thing there. She could see a clear circle a couple inches in diameter and what looked like the shell of a cock going into his mouth. Her stomach fluttered.
Lowering her gaze she could see the degrading act had not diminished his arousal. Erect and twitching he stood out in yearning for what he would not get. The new toy he held would assure it. Reaching out she seized his balls and squeezed them. It wasn’t a really rough handling but it was firm.
“Pay attention bitch. Here’s what’s going to happen. You are going to put that thing on and lock it in place. Then you are going to give me the key. When you give it to me you will beg me to think about letting you be my bitch. If I decide to allow you another chance, it will mean I own you, entirely. You will not touch your worthless cock, ever, without my permission. You will do anything I say. All I am promising is to think about it. I will let you know in a week or ten days or so if I will grant your request.”
She increased the pressure she was using and pulled steadily downward. He had no choice. Either had to bend and spread his knees or have his balls painfully stretched. He bent his knees. This lowered his body and his level of vision. She pulled until her elbow was locked, her arm straight. His face was inches from hers.
“What’s it gonna be slut? You want a chance or not?” Eye ball to eye balls she was sucking him dry. The force of her power over him was greater than the force she was exerting on his aching jewels.
She saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down in his throat. He blinked rapidly. Trying to mumble around the hard plastic thing in his mouth, he was unintelligible. He blinked again as a tear rolled out of the corner of his left eye and nodded his head accepting her terms of total surrender.
The image of his body going limp with relief the instant he relinquished control, yet his manhood remained rigid will be forever imprinted in her memory. It gave her a perception about the type of relationship she had set her efforts in motion to achieve. Everything she was feeling from gaining power and control over another person he was feeling in surrender to her.
All the new thrills, excitements and discoveries had her feeling a type of sober inebriation and ecstasy at a level she never expected. If she reversed that all the humiliation, pain, degrading acts and mental stress were doing the same to him. She was power. He was under her spell and though scared and shamed loved it.
The revelation could not have entered her thinking process at a better time. She squeezed her hand until she felt the soft balls mush together. Digging her finger nails into the underside of his sac she stared at him. Deliberately holding him where he was in her painful vice. Their eyes were inches apart, hers scornful, his pleading as she peeled another layer from his pride.
She intended to hear him beg. She leaned her head back six inches. They were still only a foot apart. With her free hand she reached up and pulled the plastic thing form between his lips. She held it in the small space between their faces and smiled through the clear plastic cock looking thing at him. Then still holding him with firmness she laughed at him.
“This is exactly what a pathetic loser like you needs a cock cage for a worthless little weenie of a sissy slut. So, even if I would consider letting you have another taste it’s like I’m doing you a big favor.” Her finger nails dug a little deeper. “Now tell me whose cock is it? Tell me how you know it is useless and needs to be caged. Tell me now slut!” Her eyebrows arched as she dug one last bit deeper with both her eyes and finger nails.
Standing there, letting her crush his balls and unable to do anything but accept it there was only one option. He begged. “M-Mistress o-o-owns my u-useless cock. P-Please Mistress cage your little cock and k-keep it c-caged.” The pain made his voice rise a couple octaves higher than just the shame of his monumental admission would have made it. He was beseeching her as only a true supplicant could. She laughed in his face.
Letting go of his warn sac Mistress sat back a bit. She held the new toy in front of her and studied it. It was then she noticed the lock was empty. Looking back at her slut she saw it was dandling on a chain around his neck. She held out a hand palm up.”Keys, slut,” She ordered.
He pulled his hands from behind his head and grabbed the chain. He slipped it over his head and reached out putting the keys in her hand. The physical action was small. The mental metamorphosis was huge. He quickly put his hands back behind his head. Mistress was secretly elated but remained stern outwardly. Sissy had the luxury of wearing his feelings and emotions openly. His forlorn appearance hid nothing. If Mistress would have cared to look his jutting member was bobbing and twitching again. Perhaps it had an inkling of what was about to happen.
She ignored him. It was something he would have to learn to accept. Her attention was on the male chastity device she held. She had seen pictures, even those of the slave before her. The videos had been exciting and educational. Actually holding one in her hands she marveled at the fact something so small could render the wearer totally under the control of the key holder. She smiled as a tingling jolt came from her warming loins.
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Posted:Dec 17, 2017 1:56 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 7:51 am
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“Get on the bed on your back slut. I want your hands behind your head.” She watched as she was obeyed. His erect cock was redder than before as it wiggled in front of him. He did not look back at her.
Deliberately slow she went and found the toy she wanted. Looking at the battery powered magic wand she felt her juices flowing. Returning to the bed she got on her knees beside her slave. Glancing down she saw him peeking up at her. She jiggled her breasts knowing it would arouse him further.
Her slave’s eyes were locked on her breasts. She smiled down at him alluringly over her hard eraser head nipples. While he watched she turned on the magic wand and began to run it over her nipples. First one then the other felt the vibrations. The tingling sensation passed through her sensitive nubs and coursed through her body making her wetter and hotter. For a moment she lost her thoughts and was lost in the sensation. Her eyes closed and she puckered her lips.
It was an effort to maintain her discipline and stop rubbing her nipples. There was a second of hesitation as she thought about how the vibrations felt on her nipples and wondered what it would feel like on her clit. She shook once, like a after a swim, and her smile returned. Opening her eyes she looked down at her awe struck slave. He was still gaping at her breasts. She knew he saw her actions and realized he was really under her spell. The surge of lust and power gave her another thrill. It was time to exert her new found authority and enjoy the benefits.
Looking down again with her best bedroom eyes, she slowly lifted her right knee off the bed. It was the closest to his head. Seeing the quick shift of his eyes and the dumb struck look appear on his face s she revealed her crotch gave her a thrill. Tantalizingly she moved her pussy over his face. She made sure it was out of tongue range. She put her right knee down on his other side straddling him. With a naughty glee she wiggled her pussy over his face by swinging her hips.
Her field of vision had changed when she had moved. Looking down as she teased her slave by lowering her pussy closer to his face. The effect was easy to see. She smiled as she watched his hard swollen cock twitch on his abdomen. She was feeling the aphrodisiac of power. A shiver of pleasure ran up her back when she heard him moan under her. The sound was a combination of desire, frustration with a touch of fear in the middle.
Unable to delay any longer she lowered her hips landing heavily on her slave’s face. She heard a muffled grunt form below. The vibrations from it went straight into her pulsing pussy. She ground herself deeper in his mouth. His tongue slid between her lower lips. Another shiver passed from her pussy up her spine. She closed her eyes enjoying both the moment and the sensations. Her hips rocked back and forth slowly. Each movement was pleasurable. His tongue made contact with different spots inside her adding to her enjoyment.
She loved having her pussy worshipped. It was better than anything she could have imagined. The thought came into her mind of a conversation they had on the subject. She could recall his exact words. When he had told her his thoughts on pussy worship she had to masturbate, she was so hot. He had said Mistress had complete control and should train him to do it precisely as she wanted it done. An instant after the thought entered her head she decided it was time to start training her new slave.
She stopped rocking on his face and raised her pussy a fraction of an inch so he could get a breath. Only a few seconds respite and she thrust her pussy back down covering his gasping mouth. His first lesson on pussy worship was going to be Mistress took her pleasure whenever and however she pleased. If that meant she wanted to ride his face like she was on a Brahma bull she would. Her rocking and grinding became more animated as she became hotter and wetter.
She was panting now. Her chest heaving causing her breasts to bounce, they added to her ardor. The increase in her gyrations had a big plus for the slave under her. If he was quick and ready when she rocked one way too far he could catch a mini breath of air. It was only a fraction of a second, or so it seemed to the man who was nothing but her toy.
It was now an unstoppable freight train, her lust had taken control. Moaning as she gyrated her pussy on his face her juices cascading out onto his face and into his mouth. When she was overtaken by the engine of the train hitting her panting moan became the shriek of ecstasy. As body wracking and mind numbing as her first as a Mistress. She actually came near passing out. The light headedness of her bliss leaving her feeling helpless as the tornado raged through her. She had never had such a number intense orgasms in such a short time span. There was nothing like having the power to take what you really wanted.
Her body was rocked entirely off her slave’s face. A good thing for him, he was badly in need of a bigger breath of air. The tiny gulps he was getting during his face pummeling left him as light headed as His Mistress.
Panting as hard as his Mistress trying to regain a semblance of normalcy, his view was one he would never forget. Her pussy was directly above him. Moving back and forth as she rocked her hips to the diminishing shivers of pleasure. Her womanhood was red and raw looking. Swollen from her ardor and shiny with the results it was still pulsing erotically. The crimson inner lips were opening and closing like they were seeking. Her thighs quivered. Her nectar dripped onto his face as her rocking hips began to slow. If she had given him leave it would have been a very short jerk off session.
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1st Time Domme V
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Posted:Dec 20, 2016 8:27 pm
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1st Time Domme V
A long minute passed. She slowly came back to Earth her tingling body slack in her sated state. Her mind coming back into focus and she realized where she was, by the feel of her slave’s body under her. She had nearly lost consciousness, something she had never experienced before. The sweat covering her was cooling her overheated body adding to the shivers of the aftershocks of her climax.
It felt as if she was humming, not with her vocal cords but with her entire body. She wasn’t sure how long she had been here; time had been warped by the events that had led to her collapse on top of her slave. Under any other circumstance she would feel obligated to gather her strength and make sure her partner was satisfied. Of course, her mind reasoned, if she felt this way the odds were, normally, her partner would be a sated a she.
Her reanimated brain began to dwell on moving ahead. She had promised herself she would give this her best. To be her best she must remain focused on the present. There would be plenty of time for reflection later. She did take a few more seconds to savor the inner warmness of her fading bliss, smiling at the picture of her with a cock.
She began to move and felt one last shiver of faint pleasure when her still sensitive nipples rubbed his chest. Putting her hands on the backs of her immobile slave’s thighs, they were still in the air and propelled her upper body off his. Pressing down with her arms, her weight spread him open wider and the dildo slipped in a little deeper. She didn’t know if it was the surprise of it or fear of a new assault that made her sissy moan under her. She smiled and looked down at him.
His face wasn’t the twisted ball of emotions she had seen a few minutes before. He still wasn’t looking at her. His head turned to the side and his eyes shut. Considering her breasts were dangling in front of him it was something she had never encountered with a man before. They always looked. It could mean only one thing she had shamed him enough by deflowering him he couldn’t look at her. His disgrace fueled her growing sense of authority and superiority.
She glanced down, interested to see her fake cock as she pulled it from his still snug opening. His newly stretched hole was pressing against the invader trying to reject it. She had tied anal before and hadn’t made it part of her regular sexual routine. Her reasoning was she enjoyed sex with normal penetration and oral why should she endure something unpleasant just to gain another avenue to glory? Now as she contemplated things she may have to change her thinking. She was certain she had heard a difference in the tone of her slut’s moans and cries when she had been pounding him vigorously. He may never admit it but she thought he was starting to enjoy being fucked before she exploded in her body wracking orgasm.
She pulled her hips back and watched as the big dildo came sliding out of him. When it popped clear she saw his body flinch and heard a tiny muffled grunt. Amazingly his hole seemed to pucker back to its original tightness almost as if trying to bar any reentry by another trespasser. Her slimy cock bobbed in front of her like a real member just sprung from sodden pussy. She felt the snug fitting end rub her swollen and super sensitive clit. Not exactly what she wanted at the moment, it may be time to remove her new appendage so she could move without the distraction. She could always wear it another time to arouse herself with the novelty, another perk of power.
She fumbled with the snaps holding the straps in place. Her fingers were not as nimble as usual, but then her entire body was still coming back to normal tingling as the heat receded inside her. After she had the device off and had set it aside on the lower corner of the bed she gazed at her slave and saw her target right away. His manhood and balls were right there begging for her attentions.
A small crooked smile appeared on her face. She had played with her share of male parts. She had never had a free hand to do as she pleased, though. There were always bounds. Now she would make the rukes and it excited her. She had researched this aspect of domination along with many others. At first she had been somewhat appalled by some of the things she had seen. After watching more she began to see the parties involved were really getting what they desired from the rough play in the videos. She knew many porn videos were exaggerated with the over the top sounds and gyrations of the actors. In the videos of the cock and ball torments she had watched she saw the Dominatrix usually became aroused. The subjects of the tortures, though screaming begging and even crying outright always got hard. She began to become aroused herself and want to experience what was on the screen.
Without warning she reached out with her right hand and made a circle of her thumb and forefinger. Just as she had seen done, in the videos, she flicked her forefinger snapping her nail into the underside of his drawn in sac. It was a light tap but brought a reaction anyway. Her slave jerked and his knees started to come together to protect his jewels, stopped only because he physically willed them to stay apart. She heard a small grunt of surprise and when she looked up saw his eyes were open and staring down over his stomach concerned to see what was coming next.
Feeling playful, instead of giving him another stinging finger snap she held her fingers out over his drawn in sac. Smiling she touched the wrinkled skin with the lightest touch of her finger tips of her fore and middle fingers. Ever so slowly she traced her way from the base of his now twitching cock to the underside of his sac where it met his crotch. The feel of his wrinkled skin and the soft yielding nuggets under it were erotic.
Her body may have recovered from her convulsive orgasm, but her senses were still on an elevated level. She felt every tremor and twitch under her finger tips as she played with her new toy. The tips of her fingers explored at will roaming from the base of his cock downward and around his balls. She watched his face change from concern and dread to a wary stillness. His uncertainty about her intentions amused her.
There was no uncertainty in the twitching member above her fingers, it was growing longer and harder by the second. Seeing his physical reaction let her know he was still yearning for satisfaction. Her amusement turned into a smile. Things were going better than she could ever have expected. It wasn’t the fact she was causing a hard on, she had done that plenty of times. This was different in ways she would have been hard pressed to put into words.
Part of the difference was always before; in her vanilla sex life things had followed expected norms. She would have a couple different options at this point, from her hand or mouth to her pussy. These efforts, which ever she chose, all ending with her partner ejaculating would be the usual. Here she had other options and was planning to find out if the end was as enjoyable as her prior sexual endeavors had been. If what had transpired so far was any indication she could expect to be pleasantly surprised.
It was so much fun to keep him on edge wondering what she would do next. With a sudden movement she removed her playing fingers and positioned her hand under his jewels. Her palm was down and her thumb and forefinger formed a large letter “C” with the opening towards her objective. Sliding her palm along his crotch toward the base of his wrinkled sac she watched his face get as stiff as his cock. Feeling him squirm under her gave her a rush of power and made her change her view to where the action was. Her thumb and forefinger wrapped around either side of his melon sac where it connected to his crotch. She then pinched the ends of the two digits together capturing his balls inside the nearly closed circle.
She squeezed them together until they looked like miniature footballs crammed in a sack. Then she pulled her hand up an inch or so stretching his sac out from his body. She studied them for a few seconds. Admiring her handiwork brought back the wicked Mistress smile. His manhood didn’t seem to mind the mild discomfort, yet, it was still in its angry and proud erect state. She looked back up at her slave’s face.
He was staring wide eyes at his most precious pieces. His concern was evident. “Look at me,” She commanded sharply. Timidly his eyes rose from his pinched and stretched balls to his Mistress’s face. They were full of pleading. “These are now mine, understand slut?” The mocking in her voice dared him to object.
She didn’t get the answer she presumed she would, instead she heard, “P-Please Mistress can I put my l-legs down? They are so tired.” His tone was full of the pleading she did expect.
Keeping her grip with her right hand she raised her left. As she tapped the back of his thigh with the palm of her hand, she said’ “What’s the matter can’t my little sissy take it? She made a claw of her free hand and ran her fingernails down the length of the back of his thigh, leaving tiny red streaks in their wake. It had been a long time for him to be in the position he was and his arms and legs must be tired and stiff from lack of movement. It wasn’t really important for him to have his legs in the air. She decided to relent. Giving his balls a squeeze and a little tug, she said, “Since this is the first time I will allow it. But remember this, I will expect better in the future. Keep those knees apart. Sluts always have their legs apart.”
Staring at him she saw his frowning face staring at her hand. Holding tightly to his balls she waited until he lowered his legs. Once he was flat on his back she pulled them up a little further. Using her left hand she tapped the trapped jewels with her fingers. They weren’t hard taps but they were enough to regain his complete attention. She knew because his body went rigid again. Looking up again she saw the imploring and frightened look in his eyes. It was as good as an aphrodisiac making her start to tingle again.
“I asked if you understood I own these now.” She demanded. “Do you get it slut? I own ‘em and will do as I want with them.” She pulled them a little higher making him squeeze his ass cheeks together and raise them off the bed a fraction of an inch.
The squeakiness in his voice was no surprise, considering his situation. “Yes Mistress, they are your balls.”
She could have sworn his answer was followed by a tiny sob, but she wasn’t sure. Letting it slide, she began to run the fingernail of her forefinger around the tight skin that was pushing his miniature footballs together. He shivered up and down the entire length of his body. A small sound somewhere between a whimpering in distress and begging for more escaped him. She laughed and pressed a little harder with her fingernail.
Doing as she pleased was almost intoxicating. Her inner heat reignited and she shivered along with her slave. Feeling playful and wanting to torment him. It wasn’t that she wasn’t torturing him now; she just wanted to test her wings, in a manner of speaking, and try a different tactic. She stopped scratching and gave the taunt skin a pinch and twist with her thumb and forefinger.
Before his yelp of pain pealed across the room she had let go of his balls with her right hand and grabbed his pulsing pole. Chuckling as his eyes grew even wider she held the real cock as firmly as she had her fake one. Slowly she ran her hand up the shaft feeling the pumping veins under her hand. It was warm, almost hot, and throbbed in her hand to her amusement. Running her hand back down to the base she heard a sigh from her slave. He pushed his hips upward, uncontrollably, much the same as he had when she was pulling his balls.
Her chuckle changed to a laugh. Abruptly she cut it off and roughly tanked his erect member. “You fucking slut. How dare you? Who the hell do you think you are, shoving that thing at me?” She forcefully wrenched her new cock to a ninety degree angle from his stomach so the head as sticking straight up a couple inches above her hand, making it an easy target. She lightly slapped it back and forth several times with her left hand. “You better be still and let me play with my cock. This isn’t for your pleasure, asshole. It’s for me. You want me to have fun with my cock don’t you? If you do that again you will make Mistress angry. Now lie still like a good slut and let me enjoy my cock. Since it sure isn’t any good for fucking I will just have to find other things to do with it.”
He yelped again as the blows landed on the bare fleshy knob. It was easy to see he had heard her scathing comments. He cut off his cry, biting his lip and his body went as stiff as the cock she held. It may even have been more immobile than his member throbbing and twitching in her hand. Holding the palm of her left hand near the vulnerable mushroom shaped head, where it was in plain view, she stroked him again. He bit down harder on his lip but remained motionless.
Leaning in closer she jacked her hand several time in succession. The heat it generated made her deep intimate heat rise another degree or two. His body though motionless quivered like a tuning fork as hestruggled to remain open and available to his Mistress. She thought she could actually see the pulsing of his cock head as she felt the shaft beating into the palm of her hand. As crazy as it sounded she would also swear it had grown even larger while she was holding it. It was exciting and she gave her toy a few more slow strokes.
Her slave was back to his scrunched up face and lip biting. She could tell he was stuck sandwiched between his yearnings and the desire to please her. She loved it. This was so much more fun than just giving a guy a regular hand job. Just to see what he would do, she tightened her grip, squeezing the hard pulsing staff. She released the grip and tightened it again, she repeated the squeezing and releasing several times smiling as his hips began to rock from the rough treatment his cock was being given.
She stopped when her grip was its tightest, “Now, now you little fucker, we’ve already talked about this. If I want you to act like a and wiggle or pump your ass I’ll tell you. I mean, you should be glad any woman even looks at this pathetic thing.” She gave a couple compressing pumps to keep him in his place. “It’s just sad, good thing you have a man pussy or you’d be totally worthless. Maybe we could find a horny mouse or rat or something. You know someplace where it would fit.” She laughed out loud, throwing her head back in a pure blast of the pleasures of power.
She glared at him as if defying him to disagree. He was silent and unable to meet her gaze. He turned his scarlet face away a small whimper accompanying his humiliation. She was flowing again. Remembering the reaction to the head slaps she had another idea. The smile was becoming fixed in place. Sometimes a girl did stumble onto a real bargain.
Holding her real cock firmly, but not squeezing too hard, she lightly placed the very tip of the fingernail of her left forefinger on the tip of the bare flesh of the head, next to the Cyclops eye. Glancing up she saw he had felt the feather touch on his super sensitive organ’s supervisor. His panic was stronger than his shame. He had turned his head back, not the whole way, but far enough he could see her finger.
Keeping her touch a light as a snow flake falling gently to Earth she moved her fingernail over the naked flesh. She could see his thighs shiver and heard him moan. The most arousing thing was the twitching she felt under her hand. It was a certainty she was driving him to a point where it would not matter how much he wanted to obey her. His body would betray him. When his hips pumped, as his cock foretold, it would be an excellent excuse to punish and humiliate him.
The wicked smile broadened. She ran her nail around the odd shaped appendage several times. The shivers in his thighs became quivers. Another moan, louder, filled the room. She began to feel the tight hollowness in her stomach and bit her own lower lip. She changed tactics and ran her fingernail over the lower rim of the head. It was all that was needed and more.
His moan turned to a shout of surprise, even though she knew he was watching. It was a good thing she had an solid grip on her slave’s cock or the force of his hip thrust would torn it from her hand. His body reached an arched position, his shoulders and heels the only parts of him touching the bed. His hips were at least a half a foot from the pillow they had rested on. If you would have seen him from a profile view his body would have resembled a long bow drawn a far as possible by a medieval archer.
Her reaction was to push downward with her cock filled right hand. Driving her knuckles into lower abdomen like a boxer throwing a jab, she cut off his shout of surprise. It changed to a painful whoosh as his hips were driven back to their original resting place. His cry of pain that followed was weak from his lack of breath.
She let go of her toy. Glaring angrily she slapped the throbbing cock and then lowered her aim and slapped his balls for good measure. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Are you such a greedy slut you cannot follow the simplest order? You were told to stay still, weren’t you?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Her hand landed a series of slaps to his cock. It seemed to bob and dodge as it flipped and flopped with every blow.
He cried out at the sudden pain. It wasn’t an unbearable but being the first he had experienced it was sufficient. The pins and needles coursing from his balls to his brain caused the involuntary reaction of him trying to bury his hips in the pillow and get his most precious parts away from the assault.
“You see? See what you made me do. I just wanted to play a little bit with my little cock. No, no, you have to ruin things. What a fucking ! That was just a taste. Don’t anger me again. When I want my little worthless cock I will get it, understand? You are nothing but the thing holding my toy and I expect you to be still.” She gave him a disgusted look and one final slap to his balls.
She waited a couple seconds until he settled back from her last blow to his jewels. Once her chastised underling was still and spread open for her to continue she grabbed his semi erect manhood. Keeping her eyes on his face she began a slow steady stroking. Her thumb and forefinger went all the way over the bump at the base of the head. It caused a shiver every time she touched the hypersensitive bare flesh. On the down stroke the side of her hand and little finger drove between the base of his quickly growing cock and his tight packed balls. Not every time but perhaps one out of three down strokes she used enough force to cause a grunt of discomfort.
She saw his face changing. It became a mixture of hope, need and pleading desire. There were changes going on under her hand as well. Being responsible for a man’s hard cock never failed to arouse her, this time was no different. Feeling the pulsing member grow larger and harder to her ministrations had her flowing again. Knowing she was not going to do the normal thing and finish him off made her hotter. She, like many women, enjoyed bringing pleasure and loved the sight of cum shooting from an angry cock. The idea of controlling when a man was allowed to ejaculate excited her tremendously. Her body was humming when she felt him nearing the peak.
Stopping her pumping the second she felt the increased pace of his throbbing and saw his hips start to palpitate. Constricting her grip on his pulsing pole until she saw him become still and heard a murmur of disappointment and frustration, she threw her head back, laughing as she rejoiced in her new found supremacy. What a rush, she could do as she pleased and he would accept it all for the privilege of being allowed to worship her.
The pressure she applied worked in short order and his cock became semi stiff instead of the raging snake ready to spit its venom. His red face was the picture of dejection. His hopes dashed in an instant by the squeeze of her hand. She looked down and sure enough there was less cock sticking out of her hand. It had shrunk. She was discovering how to use her dominance over him. Every new revelation added to her confidence and she found she wanted more. She was beginning to crave control as much as her slave craved being used and humiliated.
“I see you cannot control yourself. There is just too much slut in you.” She was squeezing and releasing her grip as she spoke, watching him. “When I want you to cum I’ll tell you. A worthless slave with a useless cock needs to learn his pleasure means nothing to anyone.” Her pumping kept up. She was squeezing his shaft tightly and to her surprise it started to rise again.
She added her left hand by running the nails of her fore and middle fingers over the wrinkled skin of his sac. Continuing her verbal assault, something she had learned from the video research. Hearing a Dominatrix abuse a shaking and fearful slave had aroused her. Actually doling out a verbal battering had a magnified effect to just watching. Her body shivered with her arousal. It would be difficult to say which was rising faster her desire and confidence or his cock.
Her slave was silent and struggling to remain unmoving. The contrasts of emotions he was experiencing were driving him toward another rug in the downward heading ladder of slavery. The mixture of pleasant teasing and harsh treatment to his manhood were taking him along a pathway the opposite direction of his new Mistress. She was growing in supremacy he was shrinking into submission.
He became fully erect again. She could feel the pulsations of his arousal. The firmness of his shaft made it harder to squeeze. She smiled. This was rich. Her juices were flowing she decided it was time to make sure he understood how things were going to be. They had discussed many things, with him going so far as to pledge he would allow her complete control of his pleasure, or denial thereof. It was unspoken but implied the times he would be permitted any completion of his desires would be rare.
She changed from the squeezing stimulation back to the tried and true method pumping her hand up and down the shaft of his very alert manhood. His breathing became fast and shallow as he started another climb up the hill of ecstasy. Hers was steadier and heavier because her lust was deeper. He was looking for release of built up tensions from weeks of thinking about exactly what was happening. She was looking for more than physical satisfaction. Her mind was taking over and telling her she was where she was meant to be. She was searching for the pinnacle of gratification, to be worshipped and obeyed without question.
Keeping up the measured jacking of her hand she chuckled and said, “I think you’re pathetic. Why would I want to keep you as my slave? All you think about is your cock. Do you think I am doing this for your benefit? No asshole, I’m doing it to see if there is any hope for this thing you call a dick. I don’t think there is any, hope that is. It’s useless for anything but amusing me.”
He was very close. So close his eyes screwed shut and his body started to stiffen as much as his cock. She had him right where she wanted him. Abruptly she stopped the pleasurable teasing. She pulled his cock to an upright angle from his stomach. With her left hand she delivered a series of stinging slaps to the upper part of the shaft and the head, sticking out above her hand.
His reaction was instantaneous. He withered under her attack, crying out in a combination of surprise and pain. She felt the surge of pleasure she was denying him. For good measure, when she released his cock she slapped his balls a couple times causing more discomfort than pain, but serving to show him she could be cruel if she chose. He wouldn’t be squirting any man seed today.
Looking at his pitiful appearance made her laugh again. It made her horny and in need of attention. What kind of attention, she wondered. There were so many possibilities. She was tingling just thinking about how she wanted him to please her next.
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1st Time Domme Chpt 4
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Posted:Dec 12, 2016 7:34 pm
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1st Time Domme IV
His lips looked chapped and bruised from the battering they had taken. His eyes were at least as glazed as those of his Mistress. Amazingly, she thought, he was an almost pasty white instead of a heated red in the face. It had to be the gagging that had caused it, overcoming his shame, to make him white. She watched as he gathered himself to comply with her latest command. His cock was still standing out stiff and proud. She watched amused as it bobbed and jerked in front of him as he crawled onto the bed and grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed.
Then she saw something she had never seen before. By the time her slut had arranged the pillow and gotten into the position she had instructed him she wanted him, his erect member had shrunk back to a normal soft and flaccid cock. It was a marvel to her because she had never seen one shrink so fast, even after she had caused it to erupt. There could only be one answer. He was so nervous he couldn’t keep it up. It didn’t seem to matter her was getting ready for a sexual act he had told he had dreamed of for a long time. His nervousness about being invaded by the large cock he had strapped on to his Mistress was now a fast approaching reality, It was no longer a day dream he would jack off to while thinking about it happening. His body was stiff and he was slow to get his ass situated on the pillow.
Reaching out she took another liberty a seasoned Dominatrix would have been proud of. She reached out and seized his tight sac firmly. Knowing it had his full attention she squeezed gently to emphasize her point. “Get those legs spread and your knees up slut. You know you need this. A like you always wants a nice cock. Now be a good slut and get that ass opened up for me.”
She held firmly keeping a steady pressure until he had his legs spread and in the air giving her a clear view of his shaved puckered opening. It looked so tight and small she wondered if it would open enough to handle the large strap on. The videos she had watched had all been seasoned actors, or at least they weren’t virgins at this.
The word virgin stayed in the forefront of her mind as she absently played with her new balls, jostling them with her fingers. Finally what was nagging her came into clear focus. A series of pictures, a fond remembrance of her first time flashed before her eyes. She had been a nervous schoolgirl and had fallen to the clutches of an older man. She was seventeen and he was eighteen. She had wanted it so bad and had been so nervous she didn’t think she could go through with it. She remembered the calming words and the gentle touch of her first lover. Smiling at both the memory and the idea of how to proceed with it had given her; she looked down at the timorous face of her slave. The smile evaporated.
Her grip on his miniature melons became soft and she lightly stroked the sensitive underside with her finger tips. She was rewarded by a twitching in the staff above them. Her plan involved several different elements. She wanted to ease his fears, not entirely, just enough so he would accept the assault without balking. His emotions needed to be put in overdrive, feeling the shame, pain, pleasure and sexual desire all mixed together until he was helpless to do anything but accept his fate, in fact yearn for it.
His member was now semi erect. Twitching almost in time with her stroking fingers on his balls, as it grew slowly up his abdomen, his needs were starting to overpower his nervousness. “That’s a good slut. Open up that ass for me. Make Mistress happy and be a good little for me. You know I really want this and I think you do too.” She was cooing silkily, using her feminine wiles to both put him at ease and make him want to obey her. Another thought came to he and she finished by saying, “Stay right here my sweet little slut I’ll be right back.”
She turned away and felt an unusual weight swing in front of her. Automatically she put her hand around her own bobbing cock. Her smile was from the recent sight of her slave’s real cock doing the same thing. It made her wonder how men kept their balance all the time, without walking around holding their dicks. She chuckled at the thought sliding off the bed to get what she wanted.
The short trip to the table was done holding her new accessory firmly. Once there she looked around and saw what she had noticed earlier and had decided would be good to use now. A string of anal beads lay there. They were not very big. The small end might have been an inch in diameter. The black plastic balls were on a string of plastic just slightly smaller than the first bead. The beads were about an inch apart and grew a little with each progressive bead. There were ten beads on the string, making it just over a foot long. The final bead was maybe a tad over an inch and a half in diameter. She used her free left hand and picked up the toy.
With both hands occupied she hurried back to her spread open, thigh trembling slave. He had not moved, at least not more than his shaking made his ass cheeks squirm deeper into the pillow. His white knuckled hands were behind his knees and his chest rose and fell rapidly. His face was dark red from shame and fear. His eyes screwed shut, pinching his brow and furrowing the top of his nose. His lips were set in a thin straight line as he fretfully waited for his deflowering. She saw a tiny flinch and a big swallow when he felt her climb onto the bottom of the bed.
The tube of lube was till there almost exactly where she had laid it before. Picking up the tube she flipped open the cap and holding it upside-down squeezed the middle of the tube squirting some lube on the first few beads. She held the anal bead string so the sticky fluid would drip down onto the bigger beads and turned her attention to her target. She again held the tube upside-down and squeezed it. The lube came squirting out the end and landed smack where she had aimed, just above his puckered star in the center of his ass.
Her slave jerked when the cold wetness made contact so close to the place where she would take a big part of his manhood from him. She said, “Hold still, bitch, unless you want dry fucked.” Not giving him time to think or respond, she positioned herself between his upraised and spread knees and put the end bead right where the lube was.
Working with up and down strokes she spread the lube over his rear opening, pressing a little harder at it every time she ran the bead over it. After a few minutes she could feel the smallest bead was ready to break through the barrier of resistance. The next time she brought it over his hole she changed the angle a bit and pressed. The bead disappeared inside him.
There was a tiny whimper and an even smaller flinch as he was invaded for the first time. She glanced up and saw he was holding his breath and his lips were pursed tightly together. The furrow in his brow appeared as if it may draw his face into a permanent scowl.
She knew it was more shame the pain, the bead wasn’t very big. So, she wiggled it around a bit and slowly forced the second bead inside him. “That’s not so bad now is it?” her tone was mocking and she slid another bead in as she finished taunting him.
She worked the beads around and soon another popped in. Moving her eyes back and forth between her actions and his face, to be sure she wasn’t going too fast, she worked more of the beads into his ass. The change in her toy was something she had not anticipated as being such an arousing sight. His body was taunt, the large muscles on the backs of his thighs quivering. The knuckles of his fingers, holding his knees up were white from the pressure they were applying. His chest rose and fell in short spurts and he made tiny sounds with every exhale, sounding somewhere between a crying moan and a whistle. His face was turned to the side in shame, redder from the pressure building inside him. His manhood had returned to flaccid and lay on his abdomen like a dead fish.
His suffering discomfort and disgrace to please her made her hot. It was that simple. She hadn’t known until this very instance she had something of such a nature inside her. She liked the feeling of power. She liked being the object of worship. She liked being obeyed and being able to do anything she pleased. Smiling at the realization she pushed two more beads inside her slave and watched as he reacted, just for the amusement.
If her count was correct there were now half a dozen beads inside his ass. She double checked, not wanting to go too far. There were ten beads on the string and three left outside. So, she hadn’t miscounted in her zeal. Figuring the beads squished the stems between them together as they moved up the tight tunnel, would mean he was filled at least six inches. She could tell by the squirming and whimpering he was feeling the discomfort of being pierced and filled for the first time.
“Quit whining sissy. You better get used to it. This is just a warm up for the real thing.” She wiggled her wrist and inadvertently pushed another bead inside him. She had been watching his face and felt it go. Keeping her expression neutral as she watched and was pleased when her bit his lip to stifle a moan. He did wiggle his hips in reaction, giving her an opening she didn’t miss. “See you can’t hide how bad you want it. Just look at you such a ; you’re wiggling your ass for more.”
It had been an eye catching sight to watch the beads work their way inside his puckered opening. Each one going from a full circle, meeting resistance, at the entrance and passing through the different phases of the moon going from full to half Once a little over half the moon was dark, so to speak, the rest just slid inside with minimal resistance. As the beads grew his opening stretched and she marveled at the uniqueness of another aspect of domination she hadn’t expected to be so enticing.
Playing with the beads, moving her wrist this way and that, made her slave react. His muffled moans and body tremors amused her. It was a sign she was doing what she wanted, preparing her slave for her cock. Just to see what it looked like and deeming she had inserted an adequate number of beads to serve her aims, she slowly pulled the last bead in back out. It was as interesting as watching them go in. The wrinkled ring of his anus had stretched to allow the beads to enter and then retracted around the plastic stem between the beads. Coming out it stretched wide again to allow the beads to exit and extended outward as the front half of the full moon began to escape the tiny opening.
An odd thing, in her view, was the action had caused her slave to go entirely still. He lay there panting the small breaths of misery his body rigid and jaw clenched. ‘Hum’ she thought, ’interesting, it must feel different on the way out.’ Her smile returned, ‘Of course it did. Didn’t she know that first hand, from personal experience? Cocks felt different going in and pulling out why not beads?’ She chuckled and pushed it back inside him.
This was fun. She amused herself pushing and pulling on the anal beads. Watching them slid in and pop out of his, now less, puckered opening made her want to get to the main event all the more. The resistance had lessened. The beads moved through his ass hole with ease now. Her slave had mostly ceased his quivering and his low moans were now silent.
Her judgment told her she had been successful in beginning to stretch his back opening out. His virgin hole was ready for another stage. It was time for her to finally find out what a pitcher, rather than a catcher, felt like. Her heart beat increased and she felt the stirring of the sexual butterflies in her stomach.
With renewed vigor that had never really subsided since the first lick of his tongue she pulled the beads out one by one. She was slow for the first couple, watching his bunghole undulate. As the beads became smaller his newly broadened cavity let them out easily. Her impatience won over her wanting to savor every second of each new experience. She ripped the last remaining beads out in a quick short jerk. To her surprise there was a tiny whimper from her slave as he was emptied so suddenly. She made a mental note to remember the results of her actions for future torments.
Flinging the string of beads aside, she didn’t have to worry about cleaning up after another perk of power; she picked up the lube tube. She opened the flip top and grabbed her cock near the base with her right hand. Turning it upside down and holding over her new extension she squirted some over the bulbous head. Flipping the cap back on the tube it followed the anal beads over the side of the bed to the floor.
Holding her cock firmly she shuffled forward on her knees toward her objective. Her heart was pounding. Her face, neck and upper chest flushed with her heat. She felt almost as nervous as she had on that fateful day when she was the inexperienced schoolgirl. It was the combination of her inexperience with her cock, her tunnel vision on her target and the high-speed rising of her ardor that caused her a small mishap.
She had forgotten the wire going to the control box, attached to the base of her strap on. Her left knee had landed on it and when she moved forward it pulled the wire, drawing it tight. On her next shuffle forward it pulled on the base, trying to pull her cock to her left. What happened was the snap on the strap around her right upper thigh came undone. A minor problem that irked her immensely, making her cease to move ahead.
Growling angrily she stopped and had to go into a little contortion. She leaned forward at the waist and grabbed the loose elastic strap in her left hand. Threading it through her crotch she reached around her side with her right and transferred the strap to that hand. Straightening her torso she put her now empty left hand under the right side of the base to steady it. As quick as she could she had the snap back where it belonged. In another instant she had lifted her left knee, reached out with her left and picked up the control box, flipping the lead wire out of the way. Regaining control of the base of her cock with her right hand she continued to move to her slave’s upturn ass.
She stopped when the tip of the head of her cock touched her bull’s eye ring of his ass. The instant contact was made she saw him jerk in surprise and fear. It brought back the smile of anticipation that had disappeared when she had to fix her appendage. “Come on now slut, you know you want my cock. You need it. Tell me how much you want my big cock. Make me want to fuck your worthless ass, bitch.” The echo of the mocking in her voice was cut short by the peal of her scornful laugh.
She was so excited she was trembling. The timid reply made her rise a few more degrees.”P-P-Please Mistress, I-I want y-your big cock.”
Tightening her grip on her out of balance member she began to rotate her hips rubbing the head against his opening. “You can do better than that. Tell me how a like you deserves to have their ass pounded.” She increased the tempo of her hips and the pressure she was placing on his virginal opening.
“Please Mistress; your needs your cock. Please give your slave your big cock.” He had managed not to stutter. Though there was not iron in his voice the whining was less evident. He hadn’t managed the courage to open his eyes and his body was still tense. She could tell he was going through an inner struggle. Fighting the last shreds of resistance his inner voice was whispering in his ear. Right at the threshold he was ripe for the taking.
“That’s right, you need it don’t you? Get ready I’m gonna fuck you like the you are. You are going to learn to love having your ass filled with big cock. Look at me, bitch.” She wanted to see his face when she penetrated him for the first time.
There was a delay of a couple seconds before he opened his eyes. The pleading defeated look in them told her everything she needed to know. He was going to lay there and accept being violated. They had talked often of this moment. She had thought about it many times, some of them ending with her opening the bottom drawer of her night stand. With the actual moment at hand she felt the tenseness from her pent up desire to fulfill a fantasy roaring to the surface. It made her almost ache with the need to see if it was as exciting and satisfying as it had appeared in the videos she had watched.
Locking eyes with him she ran her hand a little more than up the shaft, leaving a couple inches sticking out to do the initial penetration. Glancing away long enough to be sure she was dead on target, she returned her mesmerizing stare back to the round apprehensive eyes of her slave.
With a feeling not unlike reaching the top of the first hill on a roller coaster her stomach flip flopped a she began to press her hips forward. This was really it. The last chance either had to stop this before it started. He had begged her to not listen should he balk at this point, in there chats, but she knew if he cried for her to stop she would.
She felt the same resistance she had with the beads. If she hadn’t taken the time to learn a little about this she would not have known about loosening him up. If she hadn’t done that, she realized, it would be very hard to get the head of the large fake cock past the ring of resistance. On top of that it may well have been such a painful shock he would have immediately called for a halt.
To say she was surprised when, with what seemed like much less effort, the barrier gave way and the head pushed inside him. Not looking at her cock she knew the exact moment she took his virginity by everything else that happened.
The first two things happened simultaneously. She felt the fake cock attached to her crotch slide inside her slave and she saw his face. His eyes shut then opened wide and round. His mouth changed from a set straight line to an oval. It was the face of distress and discomfort. A sight she thoroughly enjoyed, to her surprise. His body stayed stiff and he turned his head to the side in shame unable to keep his eyes locked with the soul piercing eyes of his Mistress.
Once eye contact was broken she decided to go easy on him for his disobedience of looking away. There would be time later to humiliate him. She changed her gaze, looking downward. The head of her cock and perhaps another half inch was in her slave. It was something she had never witnessed, at least from this angle. She could feel the tightness of his virginal tract pressing in and trying to reject the invader.
Another interesting aspect of the strap on entering her slave’s tight ass was the pressure on the rubber dong snuggled the base up to her sopped and pulsing pussy. The small ridges and bumps on the butterfly end began to rub her clit in arousing ways. She gasped at the unexpected benefit. She had seen the butt end of the strap on and knew what it was supposed to do to her; this was far beyond what she had expected.
Slowly she pushed her hips toward his ass a fraction of an inch at a time. She watched the strap on get shorter as more of it entered what had been maiden hole. She could see the rapid rising and falling of her slave’s chest and looked up at his face. As the dildo went deeper he tensed more, his eyes shut tightly and his mouth a misshapen grimace.
Pressing on she watched the fake cock to be sure she didn’t go too far. Being his first time she didn’t want to bury the oversized cock and cause him to not want more or worse want to quit entirely. Carefully she pushed until she thought she had a good six inches inside him. She stopped, holding in place. “Now that isn’t so bad is it slut? You are going to learn to love having your ass filled. Tell me how much you like it.” She was staring daggers at him trying to get him to look at her as he answered.
“P-please Mistress it’s too big.” The reply came in a hurried and high voice. He didn’t look at her as he spoke.
“It isn’t too big, shut up bitch. You love it. A sissy like you needs to be trained to take it like a real . Now, take my cock.” She looked back at the intersection of his ass and her fake cock. With deliberate care she pulled her hips back until only the head remained I n her slave.
Waiting a couple seconds and looking down at her dismal servant, she pushed her hips forward. The second stroke of her cock into her slave’s ass was not the slow series of tiny advances. It wasn’t the hard furious thrust of her hips she had dreamt of for a month, but it was a start. Glancing down to be sure she didn’t go too deep she stopped just as her sissy moaned and jerked under her. Paying no heed to the grunts and moans coming from her toy she withdrew her cock again, leaving only the head in his ass.
She started a steady thrusting of her hips pushing her big cock in and pulling it back out of her slut. She was gentle like she remembered her first time had started, but that was another story and quite possibly one of the reasons she was here today. It was an amazing thing to see and feel as the cock grew and then shrunk depending on where her hips were. She was soon panting almost as loudly as her sissy grunted to each stroke.
After a couple minutes of steady fucking it seemed to her there was hardly any resistance left from the virginal hole. She increased her tempo and thrust her hips a little harder. There were two big changes because of her actions. Her slave began to moan pitifully with each inward thrust and exhale loudly with every withdrawal. His head went from side to side and his legs began to shake at her sides. She was aware of these changes, but they were secondary. The big thing, as far as she was concerned, was the harder rubbing of the bumpy butterfly end of the strap on caused by her stepped rhythm on her throbbing clit and sopping lower lips.
His red contorted face let her know he was in his own never-never land between sexual arousal and pain. There was a combination of disgrace, pain, and pleasure in his grunts and moans. It wasn’t unlike a woman experiencing penetration for the first time. Initially it was frightening and painful but things soon changed, if she had the right partner.
It was her intention to be the right partner. She was measuring her pace, keeping a steady slow stroke of her cock in and out, in and out. The steadiness had an effect on her. The rubber rubbing her most sensitive place was stoking her fires. Her face was nearly as red as her slave’s. She was finding out being a pitcher was work, but worth the exertion.
With the sounds of sex filling the room, she raised her left hand with the intention of placing it on his calf. She feared he was weakening under her assault and wouldn’t be able to keep his legs in the air. The forgotten control box was in that hand. She looked at it, never breaking the pace of her bucking hips. Her wicked Dominatrix smile returned, somewhat shortened by her rapid breathing.
Holding the box up in front of her where he could see it if he opened his eyes, she pushed the button on one side of the box. She didn’t know which side of the control box was for the strap on cock and which was for the butterfly end, having never used either before. As luck would have it she had activated the vibrator on the butterfly end of the device.
The vibrations hit her immediately. Being so aroused it made her let out a shout of surprise and pleasure. Her hips went into overdrive. The pace of her assault went from moderate to a near pounding as she was being jolted by thrill after thrill to her clit. The swinging of her hips would have made the porn star with the biggest cock proud. Lost in the throes of delight she looked down and saw his manhood was semi erect and flopping in time to her thrusts.
Her slave was grunting aloud with every thrust of her cock. He was whimpering and tossing his head from side to side as he desperately tried to endure the battering his Mistress was giving him. His body undulating under her as he experienced what catching was like for the first time. She retained a thin string to reality and did not slam him as hard as she had seen done in videos. She did, however go deeper as the strength of her offensive grew with her fervor. Sending her slave into a sobbing hiccup like series of moans, she heard, ‘Uh, oh, uh no, oh no, please no’ coming from below her. They weren’t the cries of someone who really wanted things to cease. They were becoming the sounds of resigned acceptance.
The twin propellants of the rubbing and the vibrations on her clit put her on a light speed path to ecstasy. Not unlike the face she had seen on her slut, she screwed her eyes shut and twisted her lips into a grimace. Her tense body quivered with new yearning. She seemed to be so alive sensing everything and yet in a dream where everything was in slow motion. She could hear the suction created by the vigorous movement of her hips. Breathing like a boxer between rounds, lips pursed and cheeks going in and out, puffing rapidly she neared the peak.
She had quickly found the secret of the right motion and rhythm of using her hips to control her thrusting cock. A new experience, but similar to thrusting her hips when she was fucking normally, she found if she changed her angle just a tad, pushing upward at the deepest penetration it made the knobs of the butterfly end press harder on her clit. She added an extra little push to the end of each thrust. He slave moaned louder.
She was gone. Lost in that special place where there is no time, no troubles, nothing but the all encompassing contortions and jolts of pure pleasure. She opened her eyes wide as the rush overtook her. Her body went stiff as she shivered violently. The hardest shove of her hips yet buried the strap on in her slave and almost lifting his ass off the pillow. He wailed under her, pinned and near to helpless as she thrashed over him. She had thought her first two orgasms were at least on a par with any she could have with a giant cock. Now she was the one using a giant cock and she was having an orgasm that topped them both. She screamed the animal scream of a creature at the very pinnacle of bliss. Her body rocked by wave after wave she couldn’t do anything but shake and shiver. She was in a place few women knew and those who did always wanted more.
It was so mind numbing, stomach emptying and body wracking if she hadn’t been rendered unable to propel her hips back and forth she may well have passed out. She came close as it was. Weakened and spent she fell forward. Her hard nipples landing on his chest, she spread her weight out over him, pinning him under her. Her fake cock still partway inside her slave she laid there panting, their sweaty bodies melding.
Her slave felt her weight on him. He also felt her hard nipples moving on his chest as she gasped for air. At any other time in his life he would have yearned to touch them. Now, his ass felt as if it had been reamed out and it had. It left him feeling hollow and less of a man. The cock still a couple inches inside him another reminder his body was not his anymore. He was hers to do with as she chose. Lying there feeling like a newly busted and a slut who had just been gang banged, he would await his Mistress’s next demand.
She sighed contently on top of him.
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Posted:Dec 7, 2016 1:13 pm
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1st Time Domme III
The urge to dawn the strap on and use it on her slave was very tempting. Her hesitation was of concern. The dong was a good eight inches long and thick. She knew he had never done this either and was therefore an anal virgin. A simple truth that had to be taken into account, even if it was about her, everything could be ruined by the overeager actions of an inexperienced Dominatrix. Her research, fun as it had been doing it, had educated her about the many pitfalls lying on the path to power.
There was one truth in an affair of this nature. Those involved had to have trust in each other. Now, that trust may, by the very description of the relationship, may be needed more by the subservient than the one in control, but it had to be somewhat of a two way street. She could humiliate him, punish and torment him, make him do disgusting and degrading things and please her every wish, but in return she had to be able to balance all those things so they both reached the places they were searching to find and she could not cause serious harm to her trusting slave.
As much as she wanted to feel what it was like to be on the giving end of things, he was like a schoolgirl, untried, afraid and unsure. This needed to be done with care and yet in such a manner he would dread and yearn for it again. She knew what she wanted and she intended to succeed in drawing him down another peg while finding out if this was as exciting as she hoped. Her fingers tightened around the fake cock and her body started to tingle in anticipation. She would have to keep reminding herself not to get in a rush. The first order of business was to figure out how to put the thing on. It presented a good opportunity for another lesson in obedience, while performing a degrading task, for her slut.
“If you’re done blubbering over a couple love taps turn around, bitch.” She commanded, tapping the rubber dong in the palm of her hand.
Her sissy pushed up from the bottom of the bed and stood stiffly, turning to face his new owner, face lowered and eyes downcast. His slack stance indicating the yielding of his will to hers, his red face and upper chest showing the shame she knew he craved. There was one major problem and she remedied it with alacrity.
Swiftly changing her grip on the fake cock so she held it in her left hand, she struck out with her right and gave him a ringing slap to his left cheek. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Slave sluts are not equal with their betters. Who the hell told you to stand?” She struck again, leaving his cheek an angrier shade of red. “Get down on your knees where sluts like you belong! You’re going to put my new cock on me.” She laughed and this time when she reached out he flinched. She laughed again and put her hand on top of his head and pushed downward.
It was an unnecessary act, he was going to his knees as told and she didn’t have to apply any pressure, it was just another physical message telling him she expected to be obeyed. When he was on his knees she held out the strap on and bade him to hold it, her voice sultry. She was teasing, hinting she had more in store for him. He had been up close and personal with her pussy, but she doubted he had a really good look. Part of her plan was to have the image of her naked body embedded in his brain as such a potent spell it would be a constant reminder making him want her and be compliant in hopes of attaining the unattainable.
She still had on her little black dress and now rumpled soaked and smeared thong. Wanting to prolong his agony, once he understood what she was doing she said, “Look at me,” the lust in her voice was thick with her own rising tide of emotions.
Locking her eyes on his when he looked up she held them with laser beams staring directly at her prey. His expression was mixed with awe, shame and anxiety, giving her a pleasant warmth and tingling she was beginning to become familiar with and want more of it. With slow deliberate movements she delicately grabbed the hem of her dress with a hand one on each side. Her eyes remained stern, but her lips puckered and she blew him a kiss. In an instant she had the dress over her head and agilely tossed it on the nearby chair. Her eyes never left his and his never dared leave hers. Seeing the tip of his tongue dart out and lick his lips as the air hit her naked erect nipple and knowing he wished for the entire world he could look, she almost moaned aloud, clenching her jaw to stop the sound in her throat.
Keeping her eyes locked on his she shook her shoulders alluringly to exacerbate his suffering. Her desires were growing by the second and she could last no longer. Straightening up she broke eye contact and let her slave get a glimpse of her bare breasts for the first time. Not wanting him to know she was pleased with the look on his face when he was allowed this liberty, she shot her right arm forward and put her hand behind his head.
Pulling him to her crotch she instructed him, “Take my panties off, slut, and no hands.” She finished, unnecessarily pushing his head the final few inches separating his face from the now sopping patch of cloth covering her swollen and tingling Venus Mound. She breathed out a deep sigh when she felt his lips searching for the waist band of her thong and meeting her abdomen, sending shivers of delight up her spine. Suddenly his head slipped from under her hand and began to descend. She felt her thing begin to slide downward in the front.
Things seemed to be going well, when her slave ran into a problem. Though she didn’t think of her ass as a great asset it was nothing to laugh about, drawing praises aplenty from her online admirers, the back of the waist band caught on the swell of her hips. It may have pulled free had things been normal, but as it was the bottom strap running from the base of the front triangle through her crotch, up her ass crack and met the waist band in the back was soaked and stuck a to her between her dripping pussy and her ass hole. Instinctively she opened her knees a bit.
Her eager slave was near panic when he hit the snag in performing his assigned task. First he tugged down on the thin strip of fabric he held in his teeth. It would have been easy to pull down harder or even possibly bite through the flimsy material and tear the thong from its mooring in her crotch. He wasn’t told to rip it off her or ruin it either, so the instant those solutions flashed across his brain they were rejected.
He sensed, rather than saw or felt, her legs spread another fraction of an inch, trying to aide him and he seized upon the opportunity. Letting go with his teeth he darted his head down and using his tongue like an armadillo in an ant hill, he fished with his tongue for the bottom strap of the thong. The Gods who watch over those in need must have taken pity; he managed to hook his target on the second lap of his tongue. Pursing his lips he acted like a vacuum cleaner and sucked the bottom of the triangular patch and the strap into his mouth.
The sensations of his tongue lapping and then his lips sucking on the bottom of her lower lips sent into a quiver that almost became a swoon. She moaned and opened her legs further. In the next instant she felt the drenched front of the thong slide over her prickling pussy, sending a small aftershock up her back. Her hand went automatically to the back of his head wanting to hold him in place. Her mind halted her involuntary action when she made contact, letting her minion complete her bidding.
Closing his eyes and letting out a breath of relief he hesitated a second when he felt the palm of her hand on the back of his head. When nothing else happened he started to pull down on the thong by lowering his head. A bead of sweat appeared on his brow and trickled down his nose as he slowly lowered his prize. He could not see what he most wished to, but he was very close to and saw her creamy thighs from the corners of his eyes as he did the bidding of his Mistress.
She froze in place mesmerized by the sight of a man pulling her panties off with nothing but his teeth. What a turn on it was and she could not stop the tremors of desire that made her thighs shake and her body tingle. Bringing her knees closer together and straightening her body gave her another small thrill when the top of his smooth head brushed her dripping pussy. Her movements had the added benefit of taking her panties lower faster because as she was rising her subservient man was going lower.
When his head passed below her knees her patience gave way. Leaning over she put her hand on his head and to hide her eagerness said, “Just stop, can’t you do anything right? Be still!” She stepped the rest of the way out of her thong and stood naked before her slave for the first time. Her nipples ached, her breathing was rapid and her pussy throbbed, she was primed for more adventures.
Looking at her kneeling slave she broke out laughing. The sight of him dressed in pink female undergarments with her black thing in his mouth was somehow hilarious. She stepped forward and taking the dangling straps of her thong in her right hand she pulled them from his lips and smeared them all over his face.
While she amused herself abusing his face with her sticky thong, she informed him what was going to happen next. “Alright, you better do a good job putting my cock on me or I promise you will soon regret it.” She deliberately straightened her legs and stood in front of her kneeling slave and spread her legs and tossed her thong aside. Her stance him access to put the device on her, it also let her taunt him with the sight of her glistening mound. Giving a little hip wiggle pushing her pelvis toward him she ran her fingers through her soaked slit and said, “Hurry up bitch, you know you want fucked.”
He shuffled forward, on his knees, eyes never leaving the sight at his eye level. His stiff member bobbed hungrily in front on him, looking like a gigantic white worm searching for contact. With a look of reverence mixed with awe he reached up and held the fake cock up in front of his Mistress’s pussy, mostly blocking his view. The dildo shook in mid air, showing the nervousness of its holder.
Reaching out she grabbed the fake cock firmly, steadying it so her slave’s hands were free to finish snapping the straps in place around her thighs and waist. She felt the cool uneven surface of the butterfly end against her pulsating pussy and the following shudder it sent through her. She watched silently, biting her lower lip, enthralled and immensely aroused by what was happening.
When his Mistress took control of the rubber dong, he knew without being told to finish what he was told to do. It was an invitation to actually touch her, something he had dreamed of from the moment her had seen her profile page on the dating site. Trembling from the top of his shiny bald head to the tips of his stocking covered toes he let go of what would soon be invading his virgin territory and grabbed the waist strap. Delicately, as if he were handling a silken thread, he pushed his arm out and around her side, semi straightening his torso; he reached around the other side of her waist with his empty left hand. His nose was barely an inch from her navel, he could see the fine hairs around it and wanted to stick his tongue out and taste her as badly as he had ever wanted anything in his life. Something he would not dare without her permission. Swallowing hard to try and calm his nerves, he realized her womanly aroma wafting gently into his sinuses making him want her all the more. He almost groaned aloud as his hands met behind her. As quickly as he could, making sure he maintained a fraction of an inch space between their trembling bodies he transferred the end of the elastic strap to his other hand and completed the circuit around her waist. Holding his breath all the while and praying she would push her stomach forward to his waiting lips.
To his regret she was not thinking about anything he wanted at the moment. There was no tummy coming his way. If he had dared to glance up he would have understood why. His Mistress was looking closely at the business end of the strap on she held, marveling at the large projectile she now possessed. What he did find out, moments later, when he started to thread the thigh strap around her upper right thigh was how frustrating servitude could be. Though he was again so close he could see the sides of her Venus Mound being mashed out by the base of the strap on. It made his stomach drop and if he had not been on his knees he would surely have fallen to them. What sweet torment so close and yet so unattainable, his brow broke out in more beads of sweat and it wasn’t from the excursions he was putting out to arm his Mistress with a weapon.
The only sounds in the room were two uneven and rapid sets of breathing. It was a terrible disappointment to have to take his eyes from the sight he was the only person on the face of the Earth to (since it was the first time for both of them) see but he had a task to finish and did not want to find out what would happen should he fail. This time he held the end of the strap in his left hand and as carefully as a brain surgeon he began to thread it through her crotch, keeping his trembling hand a couple inches from the very innermost part of her upper thigh. He put his right hand around her just below the bulge of her hip and cleanly made the switch, brining the strap back around her to the base of the strap on. When he snapped it in place this time it wouldn’t snap as easily as the first one. There was nothing for it other than to use both hands, one to secure the base solidly so he could snap the strap to the base. Taking a deep breath and holding it, he slid his left hand under the base and made contact with the edges of heaven.
He could feel the wet heat making the smooth flesh slippery and tried his best to ignore it as he struggled with shaking hands to clasp the strap in place. He was as tense as a banjo string by the time he managed to complete the connection.
She was in a never-never land of her own. Visions of what she had planned for what seemed so long now were dancing in her head. She hardly noticed the indiscretion by her toy but when he finally had the first leg strap snapped to the base and was removing his hand from under the base of the strap on and the throbbing pussy of his Mistress, she came back to her senses.
Quick as a cat, no hesitation this time, she struck his face a resounding slap.”What the fuck do you think you are doing? How dare you?” She hit him again, hard enough to move his head sideways, “You will never touch me again without my telling you to do so. Why would I ever want you to touch me, especially there? You worthless little sissy, you are not man enough to be allowed to touch me.” She struck again enjoying the feeling of dominance. “If you have to touch me ask first, bitch! Now finish putting my cock on me and get ready to become my piece of ass for tonight. You may touch me if necessary, but I am watching and if you take another liberty you will regret it.” One last slap and she said, “Well, get on with it, you know you want it.”
She saw him flinch in expectation of another slap, so she held back, no sense giving him what he expected. Watching intently she could see his hands trembling as he began to run the last strap through her crotch. Smiling she stood still and waited impatiently.
After a couple long seconds she heard a meek voice, “M-Mistress my I touch you to f-finish?”
“You are such a dumb ass. I already gave you permission this time.Be quick about it. I don’t want you touching me any more than is absolutely necessary.” She said sarcastically. It was far from the truth, she wanted nothing more than his attentions paid to her exactly as she wished. Oh, but the fun of keeping him under her thumb, afraid of rejection was such a turn on she was beginning to love using it to keep her juices flowing.
This time she was ready and didn’t move, the electric feeling of having someone touch her most sensitive place was still there, she was learning better control of her emotions and reactions as she learned to control another person. Her head tilted down saw him trying to be quick and please her. His face was twisted in concentration and she saw the beads of sweat on his forehead. When he finished and leaned back she and removed her hand from the rubber shaft giving her new appendage a little shake in his face. It was like an unbalanced teeter-tauter and she quickly stopped grabbing the still quivering fake cock to hold it in place.
Moving her hand to the base of the strap on she shook it again, this time vigorously. Laughing she pushed her hips forward and touched his cheek with the cool rubber head. “You know you want it, you’ve always wanted it. Sluts like you need cock.” She laughed again and started running the head of the dildo in small circles around his face, moving her hips to cover as much area as she could. “Tell me how bad you want my cock, bitch.” Her third laugh was as bitter like a cold winter wind and she increased her movements, really rubbing the head all over his face as he knelt there subserviently accepting the degrading behavior.
“P-Please M-Mistress, p-please I want your cock.” The stuttering reply came, from her nervous lackey.
“That didn’t sound very convincing.” She started to swing her hips back and forth and with every pass she tapped his face with the head of the strap on. “A good little would be more sincere about getting some cock.” She was getting into the “role” her senses seemed keener, her body more receptive, her emotions soaring and her mind in overdrive.
The voice she her was full of dread and had a whining tone showing the uncertainty of the speaker. “P-P-Please Mistress, your slave ants your big cock, please Mistress give me your cock.” There was a small gargling sound at the end, as if his pride as stuck in his throat.
“That’s better; at least you sound like a sissy. I guess you’re going to have to show me how bad you want this. Open up, slut, suck my cock!” There was iron in her voice, her command growing. Her face became set with her eyes focused on her full hand, aiming the tip of her protruding attachment at her intended target.
There was about five or six inches from the business end of the strap on and her slave’s crimson face. In what was almost a violent thrust she shoved her hips forward the half foot needed to contact her slave’s lips. Her increased confidence and ardor were only a few points on the Richter scale from being too much to handle. She had to rein herself in as she saw the reddish head hit his lips before they were parted.
She waited a fraction of a second and was rewarded by seeing the man on his knees in front of her take another step down the twisted trail of subservience where his manhood would be lost forever. His lips opened and his head came forward the head of the fake cock disappearing into his mouth. She felt a shiver and involuntarily pushed her hips another inch outward. It was a sight few women saw, something some would turn away from, others would consider and never take the final step. She was now in the small club who understood what a rush this was. It was hard to keep her legs from shaking; she locked her knees to stay in place. The dildo went deeper, perhaps an inch and a half an inch further into his mouth. Amazed she watched as the cheeks of her inferior were pulled in by the suction he was creating on the fake dong, just like an eager slut for a big cock.
Rocking her hips in a tiny back and forth motion the dildo moved back and forth between her slave’s lips making her hotter with each pass. The uneven end next to her pussy rubbed her clit making her thrust her hips all the more. The wet glistening part of the fake cock, different from the dry base not being in his mouth was another turn on. He was actually trying to suck as if it were a real cock in his mouth. She felt a sudden resistance and saw him draw his head back, making a chocking sound.
She had become overeager. In her rising fervor she had pushed the dildo all the way to his throat. An inexperienced cocksucker he wasn’t able to handle it. One of the dangers she had been warned of in her research. There had been a silver lining in learning and she used it to her advantage now. It was always the worthless slave’s fault, never the superior Mistress.
“Take it bitch! A fucking like you should be able to handle my cock. If you can’t do any better than that maybe I should find someone who can. Get those lips back on my cock, now!” She was proud of herself. She had turned her mistake into his inadequacy. She was beginning to understand why those who had tasted power wanted more. Her heat rose another few degrees.
She saw his eyes close tightly as he opened his mouth wide and did as told, putting them around the head of the strap on. When she began her slow rhythmic motions again she paid attention to how far she pushed into her slave’s eager mouth.
For more than a minute she kept up a steady pace, in and out of his mouth. The butterfly end massaging her clit tantalizingly making her breath come in short bursts as she face fucked her sissy boy. Becoming bolder she put her left hand behind his head holding him in place. There was a string of spittle hanging from the bottom of the fake cock where the dry met the wet, a result of her pumping and his efforts to keep pace. Even it seemed to heighten her excitement, because it meant she had successfully completed another item on her list. She had actually forced a man to become less of a man and degrade himself to amuse her. She held back a moan.
Quite by error she stumbled onto the path of no return. Her slow climb up the mountain toward the peak had been gradual and she had not realized she was on the final steepest slope before the climax. The error that sent her over the edge was as her body began to stiffen and she felt the tremors deepen she completely forgot she held control box the vibrators in her right hand.
With an inadvertent push of her thumb she turned on the vibrator of the butterfly end. It was already one of the main causes for her state of sexual need, continually stroking her slit with every circle of her hips. The sudden addition of the extra and unexpected stimulations was all that was needed to send her rushing to the finish line. It was unavoidable from the second she felt the first vibration. Her back arched, choking her slave with her thrusting hips.
The gagging sounds coming from the helpless sissy slut were added to the moaning cries of his Mistress. “Oh my God, yes, oh, oh, yes suck my cock bitch.” She was lost in the moment. Shuddering she reached the highest point of ecstasy in a frenzied rush. She humped away, “Suck my cock, suck my cock, suck my cock!” She cried out loudly as she wash enveloped by bliss.
The intensity came very close to what she had felt earlier when making him worship her pussy. The rolling waves left her weaker and weaker as she was being drained of her strength. Finally her knees began to buckle and she faltered, her body quivering. After what seemed an eternity she staggered backward a couple steps, breaking contact with her slave. Panting she shut down the vibrator, as the aftershocks made her tremble. She looked for a seat and quickly sat on the corner of the bed. Her glazed over eyes unfocused on anything, she panted like a cheetah just finished with a sprint.
The tingling subsided and she came down faster than she rose. Her mind a jumble of emotions she started to sort through them. Part of her wanted to get up and hug her slave, perhaps even reward him. There were other thoughts mixed in with the mess she was sorting out, but one came to the fore and she seized it immediately. Control, humiliate and torment her new toy. That was what they were both there for. The decision came easy when she looked at it that way.
“Get up here on the bed slut. On you back, and get a pillow for under your ass. Get those knees in the air and spread wide. It’s time for you to get what you really want you fucking little .” She commanded in a mocking tone. Her confidence soaring, she was becoming a real Dominatrix.
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!st Time Domme Pt. 2
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Posted:Dec 3, 2016 2:33 am
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She watched his body moving awkwardly as she held his manhood firmly. It was amusing and exhilarating to watch him degrade himself in an attempt to please her. The simple fact he would let her be so rough with his favorite body part and timidly accept her supremacy were amazing, something she had heard of, never imaging she would be in the position she found herself presently or the feelings it would bring.
Thus far she would describe her sex life as mainly vanilla. She had been very choosy in her partners, limiting them to one at a time, with only one exception when she had two beaus at once, neither knowing of the other, for a short period. Once as a semi inebriated young lady she had engaged in a threesome with a couple and had enjoyed it, but for some reason never attempted it again, though she had thought about it plenty, she attributed it to not being in the right set of circumstances, since that one time. The truth was she could never find the courage to approach the right couple and when they contacted her she always found an excuse. She dreamt of being with another woman but had not, so far, acted on her urges.
She had enjoyed a few cocks in her day. A couple had been large enough to make her moan aloud as they plunged into her and left her sore the next day as a remembrance. She had a couple average cocks on men who knew what they were doing and they had also been memorable. The majority if her encounters were average and somehow never lasted or left her feeling lacking in some ways, something she considered made her like many other women. Putting it all together it was an easy choice to try this, and presently she was glad she had. How many women could say they jerked a man’s shaft and watched as he awkwardly rotated his hips in front of her because she had ordered him to do it? She smiled and gave a harder tug.
“Stop bitch, you are pathetic. What the fuck was that? You better start giving me your best or I may just decide to walk out of here and leave your worthless ass.” To accentuate her point, though she really had no complaint she was just extending her dominance, she let go of his semi erect pole and slapped it. Holding back a smug smile she glared at him, trying her best to put contempt in her expression and her eyes. It was what he wanted, she knew, and she was beginning to want more of it also.
“I think you have been a total disappointment, so far.”He hadn’t, she was learning dominance meant she had to own his mind before she could own his body. The paradox was she must tease and torment his body to control his mind. The pathway to success, her satisfaction and fulfillment lay along a narrow ledge; too little visual and physical stimulation could leave him dismayed of the experience instead of needy for more. On the other hand, too much of the tormenting could make him afraid of more and she knew she needed to take him to the very edge at least a few times and deny him in the end rather than physically let him gain any release or she may lose a measure of the power she held. The end game goal, if she chose to go so far was ownership of his soul.
There were times for reflection and there were times for action, this was the latter. Her glare left his face and went lower. She moved her eyes down the center of his chest, noticing the blotches of red on his skin. She felt a rush of heat, knowing they were blotches of arousal. Continuing her downward scan she came to more evidence she was winning the battle. After the squeezing and recent hard slap had left him semi erect, after her verbal abuse and belittling gazes, he was standing out like the boom of a crane on top of a skyscraper. She made a mental note to make him hard and measure him, the next time, as a good means of having something to humiliate him with. No matter the length she could tell him how inadequate he was. He couldn’t see her face at the moment and she let herself smile, realizing she had already decided she was going to do this again.
She watched his quivering manhood, the mushroom head an angry purplish color, twitched alluringly at its end, with a glistening drop of sticky clear fluid bulging from its Cyclops eye. She was happy with it and would have to plan many intriguing and exciting ways to play with her new toy.
Next she reached out with her left hand and grasping the pulsing pole, at the end covering, as much as her slim hand could, the bulging head and lifted it even higher than its current erect position held it. She wasn’t too harsh, but not gentle as she moved it aside for a better look at the second part of her plaything.
They hung tight to the base of his cock, pulled up by nervousness, in a wrinkled bundle, rather than hanging down as they would be normally in a warm dry room. Without hesitating and acting as if she hadn’t any care about the way she handled his jewels, but she was gentle as she cupped them from the bottom and began to fondle them by drumming her fingers on the underside.
“What in the world are these good for? They are about as big as a baby’s and they want to hide from me. Now why would you want to keep me from such a set of useless little peanuts anyway, I bet they haven’t had a real woman grab them in a long time. Now have they, bitch?” Her voice was thick with sarcasm and she tugged on her possession, testing the elasticity and as she tugged she squeezed gently with the palm of her hand testing the firmness of what were really an above average set of the male fruits.
As she tugged and squeezed or changed to drumming her fingers she became more intent and rougher, moving her eyes back and forth from her hand to his face. It was only a matter of seconds before his semi erect member stood at a quivering attention, the purple head bobbing and jerking to her ministrations below it, the gleam of wetness gone from its movement. It was an eye catching thing to see, something like a spring loaded bobble head doll. She laughed outright at the amusing thought; ‘her own bobble head’ and she could play with it any time she liked.
Watching her new cock bounce, she again thought it was more than adequate to satisfy her or most any woman, and she wasn’t sure how many times she could do this without mounting it. She would just have to refrain until she was sure she owned him completely and the act would bind him to her as loyally as any to someone who cared for them. It would have to be sparingly, but what the hell it wasn’t as if she didn’t have other means of satisfaction.
Her attention shifted to the bobbing cock. It appeared to have swollen more and become a darker color, especially the head. Having seen the exact same thing before, she knew what was coming quickly if she didn’t stop it. It was an easy decision; she just exerted more pressure, squeezing harder. The results were at least as good as she was looking for. There was a whimper and she saw his knees buckle as much as they could without pulling his sac hurtfully away from his crotch. The real giveaway was his enraged purplish head twitched a couple more times and stilled. Setting her lips she watched her hand to be sure she did not go too far and she began to pull downward, forcing him to bend his already buckled knees. H whimpered again.
She pulled him down until her arm was fully extended, leaving him in a half crouch, his knees spreading proportionately to the distance she had forced him to lower his body . It also had the effect of making his upright cock move to a leveler position, jutting up and forwards fighting gravity and the hand of its Mistress. They were hers, the cock that was a pleasant surprise and the balls she was squeezing. It was time to claim them.
“You dirty little ! You would have cum! Slaves do not cum without permission. I own that cock and these worthless balls.” She squeezed a mite harder for second to let him know she was serious. “You will not touch them unless told to do so. You will not cum unless told to do so. You will always have them ready for whatever I want. I will tell you when to shave them and whatever else needs done with something nobody can use for anything. Do you understand me?”
Before he could answer she shot out with her left hand, bringing it from by her knee up and over her slave’s cock and then she sharply swung down and hit it a square blow with the palm of her hand and the lower joints of her fingers. It sent his engorged head bobbing like a diving board that had just been jumped from, it quivered. He yelped in surprise more than pain. The natural reaction was to try and pull away from the offending hand. He completely forgot he was being controlled by her other hand. This time when he yelped it was from pain as he inflicted it upon himself by yanking his own sac as he tried to shy away from his owner.
Feeling him try to escape she gave a tug on his jewel sac and kept him close to her. She heard the third yelp and waited a fraction of a second before she landed the second blow as squarely as she had the first. This time as she watched his reddening manhood bob up and down in reaction to her punishment she held even more firmly below and waited for him to try and jerk away from her. To her surprise there was only a minor jerk and a small whimper from him. Maybe he was learning to submit just as she was to control.
“I see you need to understand who is in charge here and what happens when you displease me. Now, get on your knees and lean over the bottom of the bed.” She said, loudly into his ear, making him cringe. With a final tug on the soft flesh she held she let go and pointed to the floor where she wanted him.
Watching she jutted her hips to her side, resting the palms of her hands on their sides, her head tilted the other direction and she tapped her right foot impatiently. It may have been an unconscious act, done in the heat and ardor of the moment, instead of being the actions of an experienced dominatrix, showing her displeasure with her underling, but it was as good a stance and show of command as any professional Domme could have struck. The speed one became bolder as ones confidence grew could be an amazing thing to witness. Her slave was about to feel as well as see another leap forward in the transformation of a beautiful, if vanilla, woman to a confident and bold lady.
This time she had not ordered him to retrieve what she wanted. Stepping away to the small table, by the bed, where he had laid out several things for her. She scanned the things lying there smiling. He had done well, going beyond what she had told him she wanted. Contemplating what she wanted to do and use, she realized she had another weapon to verbally assault him with and giving her an excuse for punishing her slave.
Yes, as she had seen, he had gone beyond what she had instructed him to bring. It was a sign of his desire to please her, but also a sign of independent thinking. He was a slave and had to be taught his was not to think but to obey. New as she was at this she understood the simple fundamental fact if she did not control him entirely she really had no control at all.
It made her decision easier; she was wavering between making him pleasure her again, in a different manner, or playing with him in a degrading way. The latter won out. She picked up a large wooden kitchen spoon, a small tube of lube and a small sized butt plug. With a determined look back on her face she turned back to her waiting sissy. Her gaze caught the slight shaking of his taunt thighs and she stepped the few feet to him intent on making them go from shivering to shaking as she made him beg and moan. Her juices flowed freely at the thought.
Seeing him bent over the bed, his ass presented to her with his balls tucked in tightly below, was such a rush of power and she felt her stomach flutter as she took up a standing position to the left of him. Seeing he had complied with another command she had given him before they had met personally and had shaved everything, including the crack of his ass. Seeing a man without an ugly hairy ass was a pleasant view she hadn’t thought about. An added bonus she would enjoy, it was certainly more arousing than what she was used to. She noticed the hairlessness of the rest of his lower body, deciding she liked the look. It somehow made her want to touch him in a teasing way a thing she had never thought about the hairy inner thighs and asses of her previous lovers, but then she had never done any of this with a prior partner.
With deliberately slow movements she placed the tube of lube and the butt plug on the bed, making sure they were in a place where when he glanced from the corner of his eye he could see them. Hesitating long enough to see him risk a look, she smiled when he quickly turned his head so he wouldn’t have to look at what she had in store for him. The facts were obvious. He was afraid and ashamed but at the same time excited and yearning for everything she wished to do to or with him. Her entire body felt a quick violent shiver and she felt the results in the form of more seepage of her female nectar spreading across her soaked and swollen pussy and inner thighs. She had been wet to the point of having to use one of her ‘alternate means’ to relieve her built up sexual tensions when they were defining the boundaries of their relationship, she had been aroused to that special place several times by a rare few men, she had felt sexual tension rising inside her body many times. She had never felt the pulsing, body weakening, inner hollowness so overpowering as what she was experiencing now. Soon, very soon, she would have to decide how she wished to be pleasured again.
Now however, it was time to try out another aspect of her power and control. When she had really started to think about doing this the aspect of someone willing to suffer indignations for the privilege of worshipping her she had surprisingly found she liked the idea. The appeal had several layers beginning with the aspect of keeping her toy uneasy with his status. Using punishment as a means of telling him she expected better was a valuable weapon in her arsenal. It was sexually stimulating to watch as a man jerked and moved under the stokes of whatever was being used on him and as the count of landed blows added up the redness of his ass was an aphrodisiac, at least they had been in the videos she had watched to prepare.
One of those videos, an instructional snippet by a professional Dominatrix, had been informative. Warning about the dangers of a first time wielder of the whip, so to speak, was to hesitant, from inexperience. The idea was neither party would be where they were without consenting and if one wanted to undergo the degrading experience they may well be disappointed if the experience was lacking from what they had imagined it would be. On the other hand the wielder of the whip did not want to go too far the other direction and cause real harm due to their inexperience and enthusiasm.
Remembering the video she widened her stance, moving a little sideways to him, readying her mind and body to deliver her first spanking as a controlling woman. Her heart beat quicker as she looked at her inviting target. Unconsciously she licked her lips, deciding where she should land the first blow, watching his thigh muscles and ass twitch in anticipation of what was about to happen.
Moving her arm back parallel to the floor and level with her waist, she held the wooden spoon out from her body with her elbow slightly bent. Ready to strike she hesitated one last second savoring the experience. With what she considered medium strength she swung the spoon forward landing the back of the two inch wide flat surface squarely on his right cheek.
The smacking sound wasn’t as loud as she expected and the mark less red, though there was a mark. The blow forced no reaction from its recipient another little disappointment. She quickly surmised what she considered a medium strength blow was just a minor tap to him. Her first attempt may not have been perfect but she still felt the flutter in her stomach, butterflies of a new discovery about herself. She really liked this and wanted to succeed, get better and enjoy the rewards of dominance.
This time when she drew her arm back and aimed at the other cheek, her jaw was set and her brow furrowed with her concentration. She exerted more effort in her swing, this time landing a louder blow, she could feel the shock wave run up her arm and it left a better red impression of the flat spoon on his flesh. Watching the small jerk his hips made and seeing the result of her attempt sent another shiver through her and she could feel more of her essence percolating from her tingling pussy. She wondered if it was possible to cum just from spanking someone and smiled to herself as she drew back again, maybe she would find out.
This time she was more confident and she landed a series of stinging blows, going from one cheek to the other. His flesh grew redder and redder with each whack of the spoon on his yielding ass. After about a half a dozen hits to each cheek she saw his ass begin to joggle when the spoon landed. She gave him about an equal number to each cheek in rotation, counting the blows silently and watching as he moved under her attentions. She was breathing heavier and her pussy pulsing to every beat of her heightened heart rate when she stopped.
Looking at her handiwork for a few seconds she saw he was breathing heavier also. Maybe he was getting excited by being punished. She leaned over and looked; sure enough, though his balls were still tucked in tightly, his manhood had risen again. Reaching under his melon sac she forcefully grabbed the twitching pole and pulled it down until it was at an uncomfortable downward angle of about forty five degrees. Holding firmly she peeked over the top of his ass and up his back at the back of his smooth shiny head, smiling her new found wicked and lustful in charge woman.
“You are really a little slut. Just look at this thing. Too bad it’s nothing more than a dangling toy, if it were a real cock it might be worth my time. I mean just look at it, what woman would ever want that in her? No woman anywhere that’s who!” She pulled it down another couple inches and let it go, watching as it bolted upward like it was spring loaded. The sudden release must have startled her man slut, because as his hard rod bobbed under him he whimpered and moved his hips in a circle. Laughing and without a thought about it, she slapped his ass hard with the palm of her now empty right hand. “Shut up bitch, you’re lucky I even touch that vile thing.” The stinging in her hand felt good, a certain sign she had caused him some discomfort and shown him her power.
She had a final look at his again twitching manhood and ran her fingernails lightly over his balls before she returned to her upright position. These were liberties she would never have taken before and it was exhilarating. She was as hot as a race car engine after several laps of the track, close to boiling over. The sensations running through her were vivid, mind numbing feeling that led her in one direction. Her passion had spread to her inner thighs and she was threatening to simply start dripping her arousal.
It was a dilemma. She knew she had to keep up her pressure on her slave in order to keep him needy and under her thumb but her mind kept telling her ‘this is about you go ahead and take what you want’. She wanted to cum again. She wanted to experience the body rocking mind blowing orgasm she had earlier again. Absentmindedly she ran the spoon over his red cheeks, tapping them carelessly, as a scholar would chew on a pencil, as she thought about what she would do.
There was a sudden flash of a picture before her eyes and she stopped cold, trying to bring it into focus. AS the image came back clearly she began to smile her wicked Dominatrix smile. ‘Yes’, she thought as she felt a series of shivers run up her spine and the butterflies return to her stomach. It was the perfect solution.
With alacrity she stepped away from her kneeling underling and went back to the spread out toys. He had done as told, she already knew, and there was a small blue cardboard box on the table with a brand new strap on inside it. It brandished, in big bold pink letter, Bumble Bee, with a picture of a large somewhat fleshy colored dong on the front and back. This was what she wanted. With trembling fingers she reached out and picked up the box. Never having seen one, let alone use one she was anxious to get it out and see exactly what was included inside.
She hadn’t noticed, as a person carefully examining a present would, it had been opened once. So, without care she didn’t bother with the flap on the top of the cardboard box, instead she just ripped open the top and reached inside. Pulling out a flimsy plastic holding tray she had her first look at a strap on dildo. It was very similar, shape wise, to the one in her drawer, but had a few added features. The base was shaped to fit the slit of a woman’s delicate area and stimulate her most erogenous place. There was a white coated wire running from the side of the base to a small white plastic control box. The box had two controls, one on each side, the dildo and the base could be vibrated separately or alone. The last difference was the set of four elastic straps attached to the base. They had snap on ends with corresponding places to attach the loose ends on the same base, presumably after being laced around the wearer’s thighs and waist.
‘Oh my’, she thought. She pushed one of the switches on the control box and the dildo jumped to life in her hand. It was more than she had imagined when they had discussed strap-ons. She had assumed it would be just a dildo with some type of harness, this changed things. Her first plan for it had been to put it on his face and ride it making him look on, wide eyed, and close up as she humped her way to heaven. Now she was interested, very interested in what was apparently the bumblebee end of the strap on and the promise it held for a new and different sexual satisfaction.
What to do, what to do? The decisions one had to make when there were a plethora of options for taking pleasure. She would have to make a choices, the price of power was not cheap. On the other hand the rewards cold be the ultimate pleasures few women ever experienced.
Part three next, please leave a comment good or bad, and I would really appreciate ideas for a new subject for another short story---thanks for reading!
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!st Timt Domme Chapter 1
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Posted:Nov 29, 2016 11:37 pm
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It was first line that caught her eye and she found it amusing at first and as she read it again for a laugh she felt her heat rising and began to think about what it said. She had many offers for anything a person could think of, in fact having similar offers to the one she accepted from her awaiting date. It was difficult to explain why she had accepted this time; he wasn’t the best looking to offer their services, or the biggest in the department most women were interested in. Her thoughts drifted back to the opening line. ‘Anything, anything at all, no BS no drama, ALL ABOUT YOU!’, somehow It stood out amidst the “Lets Fuck”, “Nice Tits” or the ones about “Huge Cocks” and other lame lines that filled her in box to capacity every day. A girl likes attention, but Geez what the fuck happened to people when they were on the net, especially a sex dating site?
She had chatted with a few women (and been tempted a couple times) and found they had the exact same problem. So many fakes, freaks and just plain lying fuckers made it very hard to sort out who might actually be fun and worth the time.
She shook her head, was it just chance she was here and not another, or was she as special as he made her feel? ‘The hell with it’, she thought ‘I’m here and that’s that’. She continued the last few feet to the numbered door she had been an hour ago by text. One of her fantasies had been to try this, and now she was getting more excited by the moment and nervous as well. It was her last chance to change her mind, flight was still possible and the anonymity of the net made her feel fairly certain all she would have to deal with was a few irate emails. ‘Fuck it, I’m ready for this’ she said under her breath and reached out knocking on the door. It had been prearranged and she had given explicit orders how she wanted things, as part of their extensive conversations to get to know each other and their expectations. She wasn’t a wham bam thank you ma’am kind of girl. She was meticulous in her choices sometimes resorting to “other means” of satisfaction (one of the reasons she had been tempted by the women). Thank God for toy stores on the net. She knew she wasn’t meeting an Adonis like, big cocked stud but she was still excited and expecting to be satisfied and happy with her choice shortly. She knocked twice sharply as per prearrangement.
Without waiting for a reply she gave the door a small push and it moved. Her heart fluttered from the rush of adrenaline rushing through her. So far so good, she had instructed her subject to do exactly that. She had a quick glimpse of him, enough to know he was where he was supposed to be before she turned sideways and shut the door, deftly locking it and turning back in the matter of seconds. She wanted to get things going, her tingling body urging her on. Wanting to savor the moment, she had been building to for what seemed a long while, she strode purposefully, her body erect, her chest thrust forward as she tried hard to look stern and commanding.
The last part wasn’t easy. She was looking at what she had wrought and could not help the smirk of satisfaction. There standing before her, legs spread, hands behind his head, with a pink bra, pink panties and thigh high stockings on, a pink collar around his neck with leash attach and strung between his lips, was the one who had opened his soul and offered it to her unconditionally. She saw his down cast face, the redness of his shining bald head showed his embarrassment.
Her voice soft but firm she said, “Look at me.” She stared directly at him wanting to exert immediate supremacy. She felt better when she saw the tinges of fear in his eyes, more confident and ready to test her new found power, now they were finally alone and face to face. Putting a wicked grin on her face she took her time and looked him up and down. Seeing his eyes return to the floor under her scrutiny made her feel a surge of wetness, this was really going to happen, she was going to fulfill a deep desire and take control. She snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor in front of her. "On your knees bitch," She had given her first set of commands and it felt good. Watching him comply and meekly kneel in front of her made her wetter. "Show Mistress how you feel about her and kiss my feet, my pet," Her tone was stronger her confidence growing along with her arousal. She felt a shiver of delight when he bent the rest of the way putting his face to her feet and kissing them as told.
Her mind raced, she had been over this a thousand times in her mind but now when it was real she was so excited she had to take a second to control herself and decide what she wanted. Stepping away she moved to the edge of the bed and said, "Ok sissy crawl over here and lick your way up my leg.” She sat and opened her legs wide and presented her right calf to him. She had intentionally left her shapely and smooth legs bare. Knowing her tight dress had ridden up and her sheer black thong was visible to him. It was now wet and he would see it, she shivered again.
She smiled it was going to be an enjoyable affair as she felt his hot tongue meet her flesh above her ankle and slowly move higher. She let out a long slow breath and shivered as the tongue worked its way toward the goal she had in mind for it. She was going to be soaked when she had him remove her panties and service her as a good little slave slut, after all there was no hurry, it was about her and what she wanted and when she wanted it. She let out a long slow breath and shivered as the tongue worked its way higher. She was truly enjoying being obeyed.
2.
His tongue had made it past the inside of her knee sending a shiver up her spine and another tiny squirt of her passion. Unconsciously she opened her knees a tad wider and thrust her hips forward to the very edge of the bed. Shutting her eyes and leaning back, propping herself up on stiff arms posted behind her, she let the sensations wash over her. It was like someone had found a magic switch inside her. She had been on the receiving end of oral stimulation before; somehow this was different, more intense. Usually she was wet with anticipation and excited by the stimulation. This time both were there, but the change from normal was like sun bathing in Rhode Island or doing it in Hawaii. The sun was there in both places, it was just better on the island.
A small moan of heightening arousal and another shiver made her impatient for more. Realizing she did not have to wait for her partner to make his way to her now seeping and swollen Venus mound. Her eyes flew open and she propelled herself to an upright position pushing with her hands she had been using to prop herself up on the bed. Her knees were now spread as wide as she could get them in the sitting position. The sensations increased even as she changed her position, his tongue had crept higher on her inner thigh.
The next part of her plan was stymied by a simple fact that had attracted her to him and yet she had overlooked when thinking about her plans for him. Grabbing him by the hair and pulling him to her crotch was the idea she had hit upon, how could she have forgotten he was shaved and his head as smooth as a baby’s ass? The solution hit her like a bolt of lightning. His head was turned somewhat sideways to give his tongue the best angle to lick her thigh. Reaching out and using her thumb on the outside and her fore and middle fingers on the inside she pinched the top of his ear, much the same as an old time picture of a school teacher and a naughty school boy.
She felt him flinch and the yelp he made vibrated against her tingling skin. She held firm, not letting him escape. “Get up here bitch,” she ordered as she tugged on his ear, pulling to him the soaked triangle of material covering her pulsing pussy. She twisted his ear to get his face straight with her target, something he was doing on his own as he quickly rose.
When she had him in position she didn’t need to tell him what to do but she did anyway, feeling her power over him expanding. “Lick, slut” Her voice husky with her desire as she pushed her hips forward. Using her free hand she placed it behind his head and let go of his ear with the other and put it behind his bald head also, firmly holding him right where she wanted him. Keeping him in place she lay back on the bed and closed her eyes.
As most women she loved what was being done to her. The pleasant sensations of oral attentions being paid her were sufficient to cause her to start grinding her hips into the eager mouth on the other side of her slim thong. Holding his head tight she pressed and slid her covered pussy over his jutting tongue, across his nose and around his face. Although she had received these kinds of favors before and had pushed her crotch up to meet a few seeking tongues, she had never been this aggressive. It was a rush, almost to the point of being indescribable.
The mixture of the ardent man between her legs and her new found assertiveness brought her to the brink in much shorter time than she had ever reached it by this means. If the truth were told those times were few and far between, because most men never finished the job, rushing to get their hard peckers buried and wet. Sometimes it was good and other times a girl just wanted to enjoy a good orgasm by the tongue of another. The peak was only a short distance from where she was, approaching at light speed. She began to rock her hips and moan in time with their movements, pulling him tight every time she arched them upwards to his waiting mouth.
Her arms became rigid pulling him as tight to her as she could. She could partially feel his tongue on her pulsing mound; it had pushed the small patch of material to one side. The new contact pushed her over the top. She threw her head back, her body arching her hips grinding furiously, she began to shake. A series of low moans began to fly from her with every rotation of her hips. Soon the sound was constant and she was panting heavily straining to enrich the state of nirvana she was so throughly enjoying. “Oh my God, my God, oh, yes, yes” She cried, convulsing in ecstasy. Wave after wave washed over her and she was out of control, lost in her pleasure. Her hips gyrating and her legs quivering she took her bliss as she had planned and it was even beyond her wildest ideas of what it would be like.
Finally she was sated and the downward side of her peak left her breathless and limp. Panting she remembered where she was and who she was with. Lifting her hands she placed the palm of her right hand on his forehead and pushed him away as she would put down her dildo after she had finished. She lay on her back panting not caring where he was or what he was doing, unlike trysts where she would now more than likely have a cock shoved in her face, she could lay there and savor her delight while thinking of what she would do with her toy next.
3.
As her breathing slowly returned to normal and the tingling of her orgasm began to dwindle she came back to her senses and began to think about what she wanted next. Through their extensive communications to get to know each other she had learned a great deal about him. The conversations and emails that had sparked their relationship had been informative and the questioning had been pretty much one sided. Knowing more than her underling was a huge edge and she planned to fully exploit it to her best advantage. She wanted to push the right buttons and gain another measure of control over her new pet. It was almost like training a new puppy. The thought made her laugh.
Sitting up she saw he was still on his knees right where she had shoved him after he had pleasured her. She caught him lowering his eyes as she looked at him. ‘Good’, she thought, ‘he’s ready for more.’ What did she want, that was the question. Having control was a double edged sword. You could take your pleasure as you wished but you had to have the ideas too or things could go stale in a minute. There was no way she was going to let that happen, no way, no how, she had already found she liked what she was doing. The knowledge she had about him gave her ample information to think of what she wanted, what he needed and how she could mesh the two. Additional research (watching porn mostly) had given her ideas on how to perform certain acts, some new to her, some she had heard about and some she knew fairly well and some she had never dreamed existed. They all excited her in these circumstances, making her choice difficult. She had to remember they were both novices at this sort of thing and not to overstep her abilities. It was something like on the job training.
She knew he had put forth an excellent effort in orally servicing her, she had experienced the results. However, it was paramount he thought otherwise. Making him feel inadequate and inferior to her and other men, the ones she would tell him she could have instead, were part of the plan to bring him under her thumb. “Ok bitch, stand up here and let me have a look. Right here in front of me, I want your legs spread and hands behind your head. Now!” she said, in her new found command voice. She pointed to the floor directly in front of her.
It was easy to see he was nervous. He did as told quickly but stiffly and with averted eyes. ‘This eye thing was really great’, she thought, feeling her fires rekindle watching his subservience grow. She would need more attention very soon, if she did any of the things she had seen and thought about.
Once he was in front of her she leaned forward an inch or so, just enough to make him more uncomfortable at her nearness. She was slow with her eyes roaming his body, taking in the female undergarments on what was really a fairly decent male body. He still didn’t have a bulging bear belly or a hairy, almost ape like, covering and his shoulders were broad. His downcast face was redder than a Macintosh apple, giving away his embarrassment. Her eyes moved lower to the bulge in his pink panties. It was a nice bulge. She could tell he was at least semi erect, through the thin material, and it made her juices start flowing faster.
There was more than one way she could humiliate him and keep him nervous about the future of their relationship. If he was afraid she may be bored with him, found him inadequate or not what she wanted he would do everything he was capable of to try and change her mind. She smiled. It was time to start some more fun, at least what was fun for her, anyway.
Standing she was close enough her braless but covered by her dress her erect nipples rubbed his bra covered chest. She felt him stiffen and shiver as he stood there waiting to accept whatever she wanted to do to him. Staying close to him, feeling his heat and smelling the mixture of his male scent mingling with a distinct feminine aroma, she had ordered him to bath in bath oils. She put the tip of the finger nail of her right forefinger square in the middle of his chest, between the empty cups of his bra.
Tilting her head so her lips were just a quarter inch from his ear, she began to press her fingernail into his flesh and trace small circles, whispering, “If you call that pussy worship I may as well not waste my time. I had to do most of the work, humping your ugly face. Do you think I find that pleasant, bitch?”She pressed a tad harder to emphasize she wasn’t pleased.
She could feel him quivering under her attentions, the rush she felt degrading him while he stood there trembling at what she was doing and saying was invigorating. She shivered herself when the meek, “No Mistress” came in reply to her taunt. Her swollen mound began to tingle with rising need and her petals started to part looking for something to pierce them.
Though she had no complaint at all about his performance she whispered with an icy voice, “I may give you one more chance later, if you can show me you deserve one.” Her fingernail had continued it circular rotations going slowly lower and was now at his lower abdomen. She changed tactics and put the rest of the fingernails of her right hand on his flesh, adding to the pressure and amount of contact she was using to drive him insane. She enjoyed feeling another shiver come from her slave.
With four fingernails in play she changed her motion from circular to back and forth and up and down, each time she completed a circuit her fingers were a little lower on his body. She was playing where there would have been pubic hair, had she not made it plain slaves had no hair to try and hide anything. Her little finger poking under the top of his thong as she approached her goal sent a series of shivers through the subject of her scratching nails. Her lips were still close to his ear, this time she didn’t whisper, speaking with more authority in her voice, he confidence soaring.
“Stand still, you are supposed to be obeying and pleasing me. Did anyone tell you to start dancing?” Her nails suddenly dug deeper into the amazingly still fairly taunt and close to flat place above his manhood. “You better start doing as I say or we can just forget it.”
His eyes opened wide in shock and surprise and she could see he was weighing her words. His jerking and shivering diminished as he struggled to be still while surely enduring sensations he had never known, perhaps never imagined. It was only a second or so before his eyes returned to the lowered position of subservience. She could see he was getting ready to mumble some reply to what she considered a rhetorical question.
Reacting with cat like quickness she cut him off with a bold and unexpected maneuver. Her hand shot southward and before he could speak she had his throbbing shaft encased in a firm grip. “Don’t speak; you don’t say a word until I tell you can.” The tone of her voice, disdain and power mixed, seemed to echo between his ear and her lips, making her wetter as she was finding control of another a potent aphrodisiac.
Holding firm to her prize an evil idea came to her and she smiled. She was about to issue a humiliating edict when she hesitated. There was action, other than the throbbing, in her hand. She could feel the heat of life in the man pole she possessed and o top of that it had begun to harden further and grow in her hand. Changing course from her original intentions she gave it a few tentative slow strokes as her slave’s cock continued to transform. In the matter of several seconds the hot, throbbing rod had reached what she thought of as full potential. Her heart fluttered. She was angry for a second, but put that aside. The new toy she had planned to take possession of was better than advertised.
Such a pleasant surprise was something she would have to ponder. They had came to an agreement she was not going to actually fuck him, at least not for a good long while, but now she may have to rethink that. It was about what she wanted and she and may well want to do more than tease and torment what was a fine specimen of the male appendage. She chuckled at the thought of having him tied down on his back and begging her not to ride his rigid jutting pole. It would be something worth recording.
Her hand had been unconsciously slow stroking her slave’s tool while she was thinking about its size. Not huge, but nice and thick and long enough to be filling, yes there were definite possibilities. She felt a change, the throbbing increased and the cock began to move of its own volition in her hand. It brought her back to the present.
The same as before she reacted quickly and decisively. Her hand clamped down like a boa constrictor trying to strangle dinner. Jerking upward, so he had no choice but to stop rocking his hips and shove them forward to ease the pressure on his stretched out and hard as oak post. She could feel the rapid pulsing of his heart through the underside of the stiff but now yielding member she was squeezing. It gave her a rush of power and a much larger surge of her female passion making entire crotch area wet.
He was trying desperately not to whimper, being held in an awkward position with increasing pressure on his cock, when moments before he had been so close. His efforts were in vain, the sudden change in the fortunes of pleasure to pain was too much for a novice submissive. He moaned aloud, sounding like a whipped dog.
Mistress laughed. She had him right where she wanted him in a state between need and desire against fear and pain. She would make sure to use it to her advantage. A second after she had vowed to take advantage her original thought returned to her. Still holding her toy roughly she yanked down until he had to bend his knees slightly to avoid the same problem of having his cock stretched.
She leaned into his ear and whispered, “Now, dance for me slut. Wiggle those hips to show me how much you like being my little bitch,” She chuckled as she felt him tentatively begin to gyrate his hips, testing how far he could go without bring pain on himself.
Things were great, she was thrilled, aroused and beginning to understand what power and control really meant. Smiling at the awkward gyrations her pet was doing to please her and the new found knowledge there were infinite possibilities in this. She shuddered in anticipation of the pleasures she would take whenever she wanted and however she wished. please leave a comment if you would like to be alerted when chapter 2 is ready and any comments on ideas, thanks for reading
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