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!st Timt Domme Chapter 1
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!st Timt Domme Chapter 1 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<b> whipped </font></b>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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Wow this is great ! Hot and very entertaining ! Keep up the great writing !
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3/31/2017 9:09 am |
Very Good Story. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” Found this quote on a website... befitting I think.... Meli
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