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1st Timt Domme III 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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