Making Mindy Mine: Part 2 free porn video

The morning sun was barely filtering through the blinds, not yet casting its glow over Mindy as she peacefully slept by my side. I watched in quiet fascination as the spreading light gradually transformed her hair from monochrome shades of black and white into the lustrous, golden sheen I knew so well. Touched by the sun, her hair shimmered like liquid gold as it flowed over her shoulders.

As the room filled with light, I made out a graceful shape under the sheet: her pleasantly rising hip tapering down to slender legs. She was on her side, back toward me with her arms tucked comfortably in front, hugging a pillow to her breast. 

I sighed deeply, taking in her beauty and wondering what the hell I'd done. At just eighteen, Mindy was twenty-two years younger than I. She was only a girl, really, and one I certainly had no business taking as my lover. At one time, she was my adoring, young step-daughter. Christ, I could imagine what her mother was going to say.  

It wasn't like we'd planned this. I tried to justify taking her the way I did — but a man my age ought to know better. 'Gloria is going to shit kittens when she finds out about this!'

But, damn, sex with her was amazing. Even as I lay next to her, I couldn't quite wrap my head around it. One moment I was angry, grabbing her by the arm and spanking her ass, and the next, holy hell... 

It was the best sex of my life. I expected her to resist and lash out in anger at the liberties I was taking, but Mindy responded with a need as passionate and powerful as mine. I'd turned her ass bright red and fucked her in every way possible, and she thanked me for doing it! 

The thought of being a submissive turns me on. That’s what she admitted afterward but I barely knew what a submissive was and I certainly never considered myself as the dominant type. Now, that seemed to be exactly where we were headed. Maybe I should have been excited. I was certainly honored she wanted to share this with me, but in truth, I was scared.

Yet, the idea turned me on. Simply watching her asleep was heating my blood. Part of me desperately wanted her again. My erection grew thick and hard as memories of her scent and the sweet taste of her skin flickered through my mind. I reached out to stroke her bare shoulder, but withheld my touch mere inches from her flawless skin. Instead, I resolved not to push her. I didn’t want her to think I expected more. Not, at least, until I found out if this was truly what she wanted. 

Relaxing back into the bed, I gathered the sheets around me while dawn turned into morning. It was still very early, and after such an amazing night, we both needed more than a couple hours of sleep. Reluctantly, I rolled over and drifted off. 

*

The clattering of glass, and the light pressure of her kneeling on the bed, woke me. It seemed only moments since dawn, but as sometimes happens, I felt several hours had passed while I dreamed.

"Hey, Hanky, wake up. I made some breakfast for you,” Mindy happily chirped, setting a tray next to me.

"Good morning," I replied with a yawn. Rolling over, I was treated to a smiling vision of blond hair and youthful beauty. Mindy was absolutely radiant with nothing more than one of my white tee shirts covering her slim body. The men's shirt fit her like a dress and clung to the rise of her breasts just tightly enough for protruding nipples to make sexy little tents. My gaze flowed down her body until it came to rest on the bare skin of her legs. God, even with her hair mussed, she looked incredible. Her immaculate face was alight with a welcoming smile.  

"What's this?” I asked, tilting my head toward the tray. "Breakfast in bed? That's very sweet, but you didn't have to go to all that trouble." 

"It was no trouble. It's just a bagel with cream cheese, half a grapefruit, and some coffee. Besides, I wanted to do it for you. You need it after last night." 

She was adorable and so proud of herself I couldn't resist smiling as I lifted half the bagel and handed it to her. "Thank you, Mindy. That was very thoughtful."

Mindy shook her head at the offered tidbit. "No, that's for you... Sir."

'Sir?’  The word echoed in my thoughts, bringing back the night before in stark detail. After our heated but unexpected coming together, she’d revealed her desire to be a submissive. Until this moment, I was sure it had been said just in the heat of the moment. Now, with the breakfast in bed and her use of that particular honorific, it seemed she was intent on following through with what we’d so inadvertently started. 

I wasn't at all sure how to proceed, but regardless, I wasn't going to be deterred. "No, I want you to eat it. Consider it a command, if you like." 

Sheepishly, she sat back on her haunches before tearing a bit off and slipping the tiny morsel into her mouth.

Feeling strangely pleased. I watched her chew while I gathered my thoughts. 

"I think we need to talk about last night," I said, watching her lick a bit of cream cheese from her finger. 

Mindy actually blushed, but she nodded. "I know, Hanky. This is all really confusing, but I was serious about wanting to be yours." 

Then her face grew pale. "You do want me, don't you? I mean, last night you were so..." 

"Mindy," I responded quickly, stopping her in mid-sentence. Cupping her smaller hand in mine, I gazed deeply into her eyes. "Of course I do. God, last night was incredible, but it was dangerous for us. I need to be sure you know exactly what it is you are offering."

"But, I do!" she declared with a flourish of her hands, actually bouncing a little on the bed. It was one of those cute things young women do, and I repressed the urge to smile at her insistence.

"Really?" I countered, perhaps more sharply than I intended. "Because I'm not sure I do. Just being intimate with you has rocked me, let alone the idea of being your Dominant. I'm not even sure what that means. How can you be so sure?" 

Mindy's lip curled in a half smile and she pulled another piece off the bagel before slipping it between my lips. "I understand, Hanky. This is as much a shock to me as it is to you. I didn't plan this any more than you did. But I did feel this desire long before we ever happened." 

"With me?" I asked incredulously. 

Mindy giggled and shook her head with a reassuring playfulness. “No, of course not with you. I learned all about this at work.”

“You mean at the Kensington’s Fetish Club?” I inquired. “That’s some hotel you work for.” 

Mindy had told me about her work as the hostess for Club 13, and how she entertained and encouraged the couples as they engaged in all manner of sexual extravagances with others who shared their tastes. I was amazed to discover such a place could even exist.

Mindy smiled wryly. “It really is, Hanky but, gosh, if you could see the adoration the Doms and subs share. I've never seen such trust and devotion. I've spoken to several of both, and there is something about their relationship that appeals to me on a deeper level. I had it in mind to find a man I could share this with, but now I know I'll never find anyone I could trust enough. No one besides you." 

I tore another bit off and fed her as she finished. "Be careful with that thought, Mindy," I warned. "It's too early to be talking about love or long term here. It would be very complicated for us, and I'm so much older than you." 

"Forty is hardly dead, Hanky," she replied after swallowing. "Besides, I'm not getting all googly-eyed here. I've thought this through, even if I never imagined submitting myself to you."

Mindy looked at me with a seriousness I'd not seen before and she squeezed my hand in hers. "I need to know if this is a lifestyle I really want to live. I'm not suggesting we get married or have kids, but we've been together now. We've had sex, and it was fantastic. All I'm asking is that we try it. I know I can trust you to treat me the way I want to be treated, even if it hurts at times."

Oh, shit. Images of things I’d done to her flashed through my mind. "Yeah, about that,” I said, “how are you feeling, anyway? I hope I didn't go too far."

Mindy bashfully sucked her lip as she rubbed her bottom. "I'm a little achy, but in a good way. I think my ass may be bruised from the spanking, and when you, um, you know... wow. That still feels a little sore." 

Stark memories of having her bent over the couch while I fucked her in the ass sent a hot flush of shame pouring through me. It all sounded foul, and I suddenly felt as if I'd abused her terribly. "Oh, my God, yeah. I'm so sorry about that. I lost control. You aren't angry?"

Mindy's eyes sparkled in sapphire blue and her face turned beetroot red, but her smile never wavered. "No, don't be sorry. I’m not mad. It did hurt, but... how do I explain this? It was something I wanted to feel. The spanking and having you be so forceful? That was amazing, and I've never had a man in my ass before, but damn, it was incredible.”

"It was, wasn't it?" I replied with a grin. Mindy laughed but her cheeks kept their rosy-red hue as I held her in my gaze. 

Taking her anal virginity stroked my ego more than I wanted to admit, but it also answered the first of my many questions. I understood then she was on a quest of sexual discovery. That meant the sharing of new experiences was going to be critical in our new relationship. To ensure that, I needed time to plan. 

From what little I knew of such relationships, it would be important for me to keep her off balance and to push her in ways she didn't expect. She needed to find her limits, limits she couldn't possibly yet know. I needed time to prepare, and that wasn't something I could do with her by my side. 

I was resolved to join her in this journey, and I eagerly looked forward to enjoying her vibrance and sexuality along the way.

“If you truly want this, I need to go out and prepare,” I said. "I will be gone most of the day. In the meantime," I paused, trying to improvise some Dominant-sounding rule for her to follow. Finally, I smiled, idly fingering her nipple through her white cotton tee. "I don't want you to dress. You are to remain naked and clean the house."  

Mindy nodded, accepting my command, but the slight rise in her smile gave me pause until I caught my mistake. "You are also not to touch yourself. If you fail in any way, you will be punished. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Sir," she responded and her smile turned to a pout. It was a pout that only deepened as I slipped out of the bed. "But, Hanky, don’t you want me before you go?"

Holy hammers! Having her offering herself so easily made my cock throb, and although I was sorely tempted, I resisted the urge. This is going to be harder than I expected.

The truth was, I wanted her desperately, but somehow I knew it wouldn't be easy to recapture the moment we'd shared. What Mindy sought was more than just sex, and I was coming to believe we needed something different if we were going to make this work. The problem was, I knew almost nothing of dominating a woman. I needed to learn fast.

"I do want you," I admitted, "but I want you to wait. If you are going to be a sub, you need to learn discipline and patience."

"Yes, Sir,” she said, quietly. Her look of disappointment was absolutely delicious, and knowing it to be true, it almost broke my will. The game had barely begun, and we were already pulling at our restraints. That I could truly have my way with her — in any way I wanted — sent a thick surge of hot lust racing through me. 

Knowing I couldn't resist much longer, I sent her out of the room while I showered and dressed. Erotic ideas raced through my mind as I pondered what I would demand of my new and obedient slut. The opportunities were endless, and my heart was pounding when I met her in the living room.  

Mindy had dutifully stripped out of my tee and was cleaning the mess we'd made of the room the night before. Being nude while performing such mundane tasks was clearly new to her and she actually blushed when she noticed me watching. For a moment, she froze as if struggling with her modesty while my gaze burned with undisguised attraction. Then, her lips turned upward in a shy but excited smile.

“Do you like what you see?” she quipped, pirouetting. 

I took in her beauty. “You know I do. I doubt I’ll ever get tired of seeing you like this. You may not get to wear clothes around here very often.” It was said half in jest, but God, she was beautiful. Her blond hair was up and off her shoulders, exposing her graceful neck. Her breasts were firm and high, and her pink nipples were hard, protruding from her rosy areolae. 

I was fascinated by the arch of her back and how gracefully her thighs flexed as she moved around the room. Seeing her nude in such a natural way made my blood run hot, and my awakened cock was throbbing insistently in my slacks. Moving behind her, I held her close, nuzzling her neck. "I'll be out for a while,” I whispered into her ear, “but there is something I need before I go.” 

Mindy's body melted into mine and she purred. “I will do anything for you, Sir." 

Sliding my hands up her belly, I cupped her breasts, roughly fondling them. Her boobs were large enough to fill my hands and felt wonderfully heavy in my palms. Firm, pliable and soft, I delighted in digging my fingers deeply into her flesh. Mindy cooed, relaxing into my chest until I pinched her nipples sharply enough to make her gasp. 

"Watching you has made me hard. Do you think a proper sub would let her Master leave his home with his cock ready for her touch?"

Mindy winced and sucked in a hiss as I pinched her nipples more viciously. Holding her tight against my chest, I bit and kissed her neck as she reached between us, squeezing my cock through my slacks. 

"Of course not, Hanky.” she purred in response. “I would never want you to leave without taking care of you first. Please, take me back to the bed and fuck me before you go. I’ve been wanting you inside me all morning.” 

Her continued use of ‘Hanky’ instead of ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ made me pause, but I quickly decided I preferred her pet name. She’d called me Hanky as a child, long before we lost touch. It was ours, and it carried far more meaning for us than any type of honorific. Turning her around, I tilted her head up with a single finger under her chin. 

“You’ve done well, so far. So well, in fact, that I’m tempted to take you right here and give you the fucking you deserve, but that will have to wait. What I need now is for you to show me that you really want to serve. Pull out my cock, and show me what kind of slut you can be. Are you willing to do that for me, simply because I told you to do it?”

Mindy’s eyes flashed, and she seductively wet her lips, nodding in agreement. “Yes, Sir. I would be happy to suck you off before you go.”  

Her excitement was palpable and her hands trembled on my skin as she glided to her knees. I was sure this was the first time she was truly given a command to submit to a man sexually. It wasn’t a request and it had to be a powerful moment for her. I wanted to be sure I didn't break the mood. 

“When I get back, I want you on your knees, just as you are now, understand?" 

"Yes, Sir," Mindy replied, her fingers tracing the growing bulge in my slacks. "I like making you hard, Master. It excites me to know I do this to you. Last night, everything happened so quickly I didn't get a chance to really appreciate how nice your cock is. I want to now, if it pleases you?” 

The question didn’t need a response and I sighed as she squeezed me through my pants. Mindy's hand felt small, but her grip was strong and I became even harder as she stroked me through the cloth. Perhaps a Dom should be more aggressive, but I was happy to allow her all the time she desired if it made her happy. 

I was taking in every nuance of her beauty as she knelt before me. Her chest rose with each breath, causing her nipples to protrude through the mass of blond hair falling over them. Her tongue flicked over her lips, wetting them as if she were already anticipating the masculine taste of my cock.  

I had been hard since I woke, and when she finally opened my slacks, my cock forced its way through the fly of my boxers. Bobbing hard and stiff, the head swayed just inches from her partly opened mouth. 

"You have a beautiful cock, Hanky,” she whispered as she drew my slacks all the way down my legs. My boxers quickly followed and she carefully pulled both away as I stepped out of them. 

"That's better.” She smiled as she moved them aside. "It wouldn't do for my Master to have cum stains on his pants."

The whole situation was as absurd as it was surreal. Here was my eighteen-year-old former step daughter, nude and on her knees, about to suck me off in the foyer. The day before, I would never have even fantasized about such a thing.

As the tantalizing sensation of her fingertips fluttered over my glans, I closed my eyes and considered everything she’d said. All of this was because she wanted to be a submissive. What did that even mean? From the way she was serving me, I could only presume it meant she wanted to be used. In fact, judging by the night before, she seemed to have a strong desire to be roughly taken. I decided right then that, if I was truly going to be her Master, I needed to make her feel like a slave. 

Grasping my cock, I gave it a quick stroke before guiding her to it with my other hand. "Staining my pants shouldn't be a problem, not if you are a careful, little slut. Listen to me, none of my load had better escape your lips, or I'll have you over my knee again." 

Mindy’s eyes grew wide at the sudden change in my tone and her cheeks blushed as I gave her the order. I wondered if she would rebel or take offense, but she nodded and agreed, "Yes, Sir," before taking the turgid head completely into her mouth. 

Moist heat and gentle suction massaged my dome as I slipped into her embrace. Moving slowly, her mouth slid up and back until my cock was wet with saliva. I gasped when her tongue flicked over my head, swirling around, before sucking me deep. Just as my toes began to curl, she pulled back, flashing that impish smile. "I’m going to swallow your load when you come, Master. My mouth is yours to use anytime you feel the need. I promise, I will always take it all."  

"Good girl," I replied, stifling a groan as Mindy again took my cock between her luscious lips. This time she didn't stop and I soon felt her caressing my entire shaft with the warm wetness of her mouth. 

The silky glide of her flesh over my tender skin had my knees trembling. When her hands slid up my bare thighs, I rested mine on her shoulders, guiding her pace. "That's it, Mindy. Be a good little slut and take it all. I want you to take me down your throat." 

I wondered if she would be able, but Mindy surprised me by opening wide and letting my entire length slide over her tongue. Sucking me hard, she eagerly pushed herself onto my cock, spearing herself on it until her gag reflex overwhelmed her. Coughing and gasping for air, she pulled back as her chest heaved. 

Damn, I never would have guessed that Mindy possessed such passion, but I sensed how hot the fire of lust was burning in her blood. Her gaze flashed with heat, focusing with predatory intent on my glistening head as she sucked the spit from her lips. Inhaling, she took me again, this time swallowing hard until I slipped deeply into her throat. When her lips pressed onto my pubis, I grabbed her head, holding her still while I bathed my cock in her passage. 

“Yes, that’s it. That’s a good little bitch. Choke on it, Mindy. You look so sexy with my cock in your throat.”

I knew she couldn't breathe with me lodged so deeply, but I too was awash in the fog of lust and, in that moment, I didn't care about anything beyond using her body to sate my illicit desires. Her willingness to be used inflamed me, and I wanted to make her feel like the slut she so clearly desired to be. With her throat constricting on my cock, I thrust harder, desperately needing her gorgeous face to turn crimson while her eyes became wet with strain. 

Mindy didn't resist at first, but as the seconds ticked by with my cock moving slightly with each thrust of my hips, her need to breathe became desperate. Finally, I released her and she drew back, coughing and drooling saliva over her incredible tits. 

My erection stood proud and strong, pointing right at her as she recovered her breath. Covered in spit, it glistened in the light. Slowly, I stroked up and down my length. 

Mindy fixated on my cock, watching intently as my skin pulled up in my hand. She rose to her knees and moved close, opening her mouth as if she were inviting me to come on her face. Seeing her like that, high on her knees and her breasts wet with saliva, made me want to push her back onto the rug and fuck her as hard as I could. 

I might have done just that, but Mindy whined and came forward, engulfing my cock in her mouth. This time, she seemed intent on draining my balls. Wrapping her fist around the base of my shaft, she sucked me hard, dragging her tongue over the underside of my head and stroking me in unison with her bobbing mouth. 

"Ah, fuck!" was all I could offer. 

Entwining her hair with my fingers, I groaned as my balls began to churn. Giving in to my urge to thrust, I forced my cock deeply into her throat and my knees quaked as I came, threatening to fail while my balls emptied into her mouth. 

Mindy locked her lips around my shaft, eagerly swallowing my load as quickly as I could feed it to her. My whole body was aflame and I grunted, clenching my teeth as my cum pulsed deeply into her throat. 

oo0oo

Although I purposely denied Mindy her orgasm, she was exhausted by her efforts to please me. I was sure she was simply overwhelmed by it all, but whatever the cause, she was far too spent to even stand. Helping her up, I carried her down the hall, feeling pleased and strangely proud of her while she nuzzled my neck. I ran a her hot bath and then sat at the edge of the tub, sponging her off and massaging away all of the aches I’d given her the previous night. 

It was an amazing time during which we spoke very little. Our communication was deeper than words: our thoughts were conveyed by light touches and gentle sighs. It was a moment we needed and, by the time I dried her off, my role had changed from that of her protective former step-father to being her devoted Master. 

Setting her in the bed — our bed — I gave her a loving kiss to make sure she was happy and content. Once satisfied she was at peace, I drove my Lexus into town.

Up to then, I'd been playing Dominant by ear. I had a few impressions of what a Dom was, enough to doubt that Christian Grey was a real example, but that was about all. Mindy certainly had a better understanding of the lifestyle she proposed, and therein lay my problem. I could not help her grow if she knew more about my role than I did! 

Her work at the Kensington gave her the advantage, and I needed to catch up fast if I had any hope of maintaining control of our relationship. I needed advice, and the only place I knew where I might find that was Madam Tans on La Cienega. 

Madam Tans was a new, upscale boutique recently opened near Sunset Boulevard. I’d seen the lingerie displayed in the windows and noted the slogan advertising 'Lotions and Lace, Kinks and Fetishes' beneath the marquee. It seemed like the perfect place to start.

The Asian-fusion decor gave the boutique an ultra-modern feel. Subtle lighting and carefully arranged displays gave me a feeling of seclusion as I perused the mind-boggling assortment of sex toys, lubricants, and kinky fetish supplies.   

I really had no idea what I was seeking but my wide-eyed amazement at seeing such intimate items openly displayed must have been apparent. Mere moments after walking in, I was approached by one of the most striking women I'd ever seen.  

"Welcome to Madam Tan's," she offered with a gentle touch on my elbow. "I am May, and this is my shop. This is your first time with us, yes?" 

"I'm afraid so. I have a new lady in my life, and, well, she has some rather unusual tastes. It's rather hard to explain."

May's almond-shaped eyes were bright as she smiled, highlighting the smooth lines of her distinctive Asian features. Long, silky-black hair fell softly over her shoulders, flowing down the bare skin of her back. She was undeniably beautiful, and the scent of her perfume was absolutely beguiling.

With a pleasant laugh, she nodded warmly while resting her delicate hand in the crook of my arm. "I know these things can be hard to talk about, but please don't be shy. I assure you, I have seen it all. Trust me, if your lady has need of Madam Tan’s, you are indeed a fortunate man."

Having always been fairly conservative, I felt sure my new lifestyle would be difficult to explain. There was something magnetic about this woman, though, and a calm settled over me as she spoke in her butter-soft tones. Her touch on my arm was so naturally intimate, that I immediately felt I could tell her anything. 

"Are you familiar with D/s?" I was surprised at how easily I delivered this tacit admission, and May's reaction was anything but that of shock. 

She simply smiled more brightly and softly giggled. "Oh yes. Believe me, I've spent plenty of time on my knees for a Dom. I assume she is the sub in your relationship?"

"Um, yes, she is. She's also quite a bit younger than me. This is new to us both, so we are kind of feeling our way through it." 

To this, May became more thoughtful. "It's good that you and she are exploring your desires, but this lifestyle is full of pitfalls to those who are unprepared. I have some books you should read. But, first, please tell me, how far down the rabbit hole have you gone? Have you tried bondage or discipline yet?"

"The truth is, not far. Mindy actually knows more about the lifestyle than I. We weren't even lovers until last night, but something happened and yes, it involved spanking. The truth is, she actually got off on it, so here we are."

"It's wonderful you are both willing to learn, but you must be careful. Right now, she is seeking her limits. The good news is, you've established your Dominance. Now, you must teach her to be obedient. This time, I think with ways that give her more pleasure than pain, yes?" 

oo0oo

By the time I left Madam Tan's it seemed I’d known May forever. She was incredibly easy to talk with and a fantastic listener. In the short time I'd been there, she opened my eyes to the heady responsibility I was taking on as Mindy's Master.

Now, with the things I'd purchased wrapped up and safely on the seat next to me, I hurried home, hoping to catch my new sub unawares. May warned against relying too much on the flog. Dominance and submission usually made little use of punishment or pain in its daily routine, and I had every intention of following that advice. 

Still, finding my little slut misbehaving would give me the chance to put her on her heels, and that was fine for what I had in mind. I felt that a little healthy apprehension on her part would only enhance the pleasure — for both of us. 

Entering the house quietly, I followed the sound of music playing from the kitchen. There, cutting vegetables, was Mindy. She was naked as I had commanded and the sight of her firm ass flexing as she danced had me instantly hard again. 

God, she was gorgeous and, despite my wicked hopes, she appeared to have followed my directions. For a moment, I was a bit disappointed at this, but once again, seeing the bruises I'd left on her ass reminded me of May's advice. She’d had enough pain from my hand. Tonight would be for her pleasure. Then again, I thought as I tested the weight of the bag, maybe a little pain might not be such a bad thing?

Involved in the preparation of our evening meal, Mindy had no idea of my presence until I slipped my arms around her waist. Only then did she flinch, a startled yelp escaping her lips as mine found her neck. 

"Oh! Shit, Hanky, it's you. You scared me half to death.” 

Her initial yelp sent a flush of excitement surging through me and I became hot as her tone mellowed into a soft cooing while my mouth suckled on the nape of her neck. 

"Did I frighten you?" 

"Yes, Sir, but... oh, wow, please don't stop. I've been dying to come since this morning. I need you so much." 

Mindy set down her knife and was melting into me as I whispered into her ear. "I'm sure you do. Tell me, do you think it right I could sneak up on you? Shouldn't greeting me at the door when I come home be more important than cutting veggies. Or was listening to your music that important to you?" 

"Oh, gosh. Sorry, Master. I.. I… I don’t know what to say." She seemed genuinely worried at my displeasure, and when my hand slid over her ass, she pushed back against my palm and leaned over the counter, ready to feel my wrath.

It was delicious, really; and I silently chided myself for enjoying her fear. I'd promised not to cause her pain, but I couldn't resist a single swat. Raising my hand, I brought it back down and it landed with a satisfying slap.

"Unh, ouch! I'm sorry, Sir. I'll do better next time." Mindy's happiness at my return quickly became a plaintive whine and I almost lost my resolve until she spread her legs, offering me her unprotected bottom. 

Running my hand between her thighs, I parted her puffy lips and dipped my fingers deep into her freshly wet hole. "You are awfully wet for an apologetic slut. I might think you want me to spank you. Is that what you want?"

"No, but... oh, fuck, please don't take your fingers out of me. I've been thinking about you all day, Master. I need you inside me. Please... just fuck me."

God, what a sight! Having her naked and bent over the counter was about the hottest thing I'd seen. Until that day, I would have gladly answered her request by pulling out my cock and slamming into that fucking wet hole of hers. But now… I knew I couldn't be so easily tempted. 

Swallowing hard, I placed my hand on her back while I composed myself. "You need to come? Is that what you said to me?" 

"Yes..." It was almost a question and Mindy began to squirm as she realized her mistake.

"Really?" I queried. "That's a bold request from a sub. You think I come home and… poof… you get to come? That's expecting an awful lot of your Master, don't you think?"

I didn’t allow her to reply. "Well, guess what, little girl, subs don't get to make that choice. You'll come only when I decide to let you, if I decide to let you. Understand?" 

"Uhh hunh. Please, Hanky, I'm so sorry. I'll do anything for you. I’m just all wet and needy right now. I need your big cock inside me."

Fuck me! Hearing her beg had me throbbing, and I ground my bulge into her ass. "Are you gonna be a good girl for me and earn it?"

"Yes, I will, baby. I promise to make you happy." 

Again, I brought my hand down hard on her ass, making her jump and squeal. "That's Sir. You haven't earned the right to call me anything else, certainly not baby. You clearly need some training and there’s no reason to wait." 

Mindy trembled and tried to rise, but I firmly pushed her back until her breasts were crushed against the cold, granite counter. "You have a safe word; Uncle. Repeat it."

"Uncle."

"Good. That word will stop everything I’m doing. No other word, not please or no will work. Nothing else you might say will matter. Do you understand?" 

"Of course, Hanky, but..."

"But, nothing," I barked, dropping a heavy black satin bag on the counter next to where her head lay nestled in her arms.

"From this moment on, your fantasy of being a sub is real."

Mindy's eyes grew wide, fixated on the golden letters spelling out, Madam Tan's, Kinks and Fetishes.

"Hanky, baby, what are... ouch!" 

"Sir," I snapped, cutting her off with another open hand to her bottom. 

That one stung, and Mindy wiggled uncomfortably. "Yes, Sir," she gulped. "Please, I'm sorry" 

"That's better. Now, as for your question..." I paused, slowly lifting a pair of leather cuffs from the bag. “These are some things I'll need to keep you under control for your lesson." 

The cuffs were light, using only Velcro to bind them around her wrists, but the connecting chain was stout enough to keep her arms behind her back. With her hands shackled, I stood her up and turned her to face me. 

There was a wild glint in her eyes and a playful smile fought her obvious efforts to suppress it. Her nipples were hard and thick, protruding in a way that made her arousal undeniable. For a long moment I studied her, burning the image of her naked beauty into my mind. This was a moment I would never forget and my cock pulsed hard in my slacks as I savored it. 

Briefly, while holding my naked sub against that counter, it occurred to me that I was learning more about myself then I was teaching her. I’d never suspected I had such a dark streak. It was all new, but I had to admit, stressing her in this way, making her feel the bite of my hand at the slightest provocation, gave me a rush. 

I questioned how I could enjoy causing her pain - and then I understood. It wasn't her pain that excited me, it was the intensity of her reaction that lit my fire. It was a feral, darkly masculine thought, but it was her need to feel dominated and used, and how she so eagerly accepted my touch, that made me want to make her squirm. 

Wetting my finger, I trailed a glistening line down between her breasts and over her abs, inching toward her Venus Delta. “Would you like to come for me, Mindy?” I whispered as my finger slowly neared its goal. 

Mindy, bound as she was, could only squirm as my touch descended and her breathing grew ragged, her breasts dramatically rising and falling with every breath. 

“Yes, Hanky, please let me come.”  

“I don’t think you’re ready. You still have to earn it.” Curling my finger, I plunged into her cunt, easily parting her slick labia and forcing it into her molten hole. Mindy gasped, her breath escaping in a hiss as I dragged the tip roughly over her clit.

“Oh, fuck, you’re driving me crazy.” 

Her words drifted into a drawn out moan. Gasping, she writhed, struggling against her restraints. Rolling her hips, she twisted and swayed in a vain effort to bring her clit closer to my finger as I flicked it in and out of her clasping hole. Her eyes became slits, her head lolled back, and her lips forming a strained ‘O’ at the shameless insistence of my touch. 

“Damn,” I murmured. “You’re fucking soaked. I bet you’d come like a river if I let you.”

An illicit smile appeared on her lips and her blue eyes become smoky with lust. “Yes, Hanky,” she pouted. “Please, let me come for you. I need it so bad.”

Pulling my finger out, I slipped it into her mouth, making her taste her own, glistening dew. “Not yet, my little pet. I have more I want to do to you before I let you come.” 

As much as she might have dreamed about being submissive, I doubt any man had denied her like I was now. Whatever the cause, she stamped her feet, glaring at me as if she were consumed with sexual heat. “Oh, come on, Hank. Now you are just being mean. You can’t leave me like this. How many times must I say it? I need you to fuck me. You could at least let me suck your cock.” 

She was insolently playful in her desperation and an evil grin washed across my face. Just the sight of this hundred and five pound, five-foot-nothing, teenage nymph standing like this, bound and naked in front of me, had my cock rock hard. It would be so easy to make her kneel and fuck her throat that I almost gave in to her demand. But that, I realized, would mean she’d won the moment. That I could not allow. 

Steeling my resolve, I tweaked her nipples hard enough to make her wince. “Do you really think I’m not being fair?" 

“Ouch, fuck, Hank… Yes, I do.”

Her impatience rushed out of her in a torrent of need. Such impertinence was unlike her usual, malleable submission. My brow furrowed as I sensed what she was doing. Mindy clearly knew the rules, and that made her attitude — and the omission of Sir — all the more rebellious. 

With a predatory grin, I lifted a frighteningly stout paddle from deep inside the bag and turned it over in my grip. Mindy’s eyes widened and I felt her take a sharp intake of breath as I spun her around and again forced her over the counter. 

“Have you’ve forgotten your place? Or do you really think being a mouthy little bitch is a proper way for you to address your Master? Do you remember what happens when a submissive becomes willful, or fails to properly address Him?”

I dragged the smooth hardwood over her flanks while I spoke. As I raised it high, Mindy trembled, squirming under my grip. It was a deliciously erotic moment and I was shocked at how excited I was at the thought of punishing her misbehavior. 

“Hank? Oh shit, no, please wait...” 

I brought the paddle down sharply on the tender flesh of her ass.

“Ouh, fuck,” she yelped as the flat surface smacked into her bum. Her knees failed for an instant and she squealed. I watched the red shape of the paddle became emblazoned on her ass. 

“Please, Master, oh my God, I’m sorry!” Her pleas trailed off into a plaintive whine and I waited to see if she would tap out. Straining her muscles in anticipation of another blow, she remained silent apart from her gentle sobs.

Rubbing my hand over the deepening welt on her ass, my tone became softer, yet it still carried the iron of authority. “Don’t think I won’t know when you are testing me. I should not have to remind you of your place, and you will regret it if I am forced to do so again.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied with a childlike sniffle, but I could see the smile she was trying hard to suppress. I knew then I had passed her test and more firmly established my place as her Dominant. 

I was changing, growing into my role with an ease I'd never expected. I found that I loved exercising the power she allowed me, and I was shocked at how incredibly aroused I was because of it. Clenching my teeth, I stood tall over her, relishing my place as her Dominant, and eternally grateful to her for allowing me the honor of being her Master. 

Mindy was at the point of total surrender, submissively accepting her position over the counter even as her ass must have stung terribly. She was waiting for me to decide how she would be used and I was determined not to let her mood change again. 

“Good girl," I told her while taking out two more of my selections from Madam Tans. “Last night you told me I was the first man to have your ass, right? I’m the one who took your anal virginity?”

Mindy swallowed hard and sucked on a lip. However subtle, I could feel in her movements how uncomfortable that question made her. She hesitated for a full breath but then finally nodded. “Yes, Hanky, no one has ever fu... I mean, done that to me before.”

Caressing her back, I ran my palm over the angry redness caused by the paddle. “I’m glad, baby girl. It makes me happy I was the first. Tell me honestly, did you like it? My cock may not be huge but the way I fucked you had to hurt.”

Mindy’s hands flexed in the cuffs and she fidgeted over the counter as she struggled to admit the truth. “Yes, Sir, it burned so bad and I was shocked as hell. But, once you were inside me, oh gosh, it felt amazing. I could feel your whole cock sliding in and out me in a way I never expected.”

“That’s good, because I’m going to make a point of fucking your ass as often as I can. But, for that, you’ll need to be trained, so...” I eased the nozzle on a bottle of lube through her rose, squirting a wad into her hole. 

“Oh, wow. That’s so cold,” Mindy moaned. 

“You don’t like it? I can just as easily do this to you dry, if you prefer.”

“No! Please, Sir. I’m not saying I didn’t like it.”

“Then, what do you say for my taking the time to lube you so well?”

“Thank you?”

“Thank you, Sir!”

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Master. Thank you. Please don’t paddle me again. I’ll be a good girl. I promise”

I loved the fearful pleading in her voice. I might have felt horrible for being so cruel, but I reminded myself that she had her safe word, and that was the only word that might bring her relief. Grinning wildly with my new power, I slid a glass butt plug between the cheeks of her ass. 

“Not to worry, pet, I have other ideas for your tight, little ass tonight.”

"Oh, shit, Master. Is that what I think it is?"

"Well, my little butt-slut, if you think it’s an anal plug, then you’re right." 

Mindy sighed, cooing softly as I drew the plug up and down the tight cleft of her ass. Lube covered her rose, clinging to the plug as I massaged her still tightened hole. This was another first for her, I was sure, just as it was for me. Taking my time, I played with her ass, savoring the moment, teasing her to distraction. 

Mindy squirmed nervously, and a tone of real apprehension filled her voice. "It feels so big, Master. Are you sure I can take it?"

"It is thicker than my cock, but yes, you can take it. Besides, you really don't have much choice, do you?" 

Pressing the rounded tip into the center of her hole, I could feel her muscles resisting as I rotated it this way and that, slowly urging her open. Mindy sucked in a deep breath and her mouth became slightly slack as she felt the sting. 

"Oh, my God, Hanky, go slow, slow; oh shit… It's so fucking thick." 

Holding her shackled wrists, I kept her bent over and steadily worked the plug deeper into her hole. Gasping and trembling, she quivered helplessly as the widest portion of plug moved father toward her ring. It was an amazing sight, and the clear glass allowed me to see a distorted view of her rose surrendering to the toy. 

"Any minute now, baby girl," I whispered as her hole stretched and slid over the slick surface of the glass. Then, in an instant, it passed through and was sucked in as her muscles automatically clenched around the plugs tapered neck.

"Shit, Hanky, that fucking stung.” Mindy was breathing deeply now but relaxing quickly while she lay over the counter. 

Guiding her up, I steadied her while she turned to face me. "I thought it might,” I told her. “Tell me, how does it feel now? Does the plug still hurt?"

Closing her eyes, she clenched her ass, rolling her hips slightly as if she were testing how tightly the plug was lodged. "No, it doesn't hurt anymore, although I'm kinda dreading having you take it back out. I feel full now, and really warm. I certainly wont forget it’s in there, that’s for sure." 

“The warmth is from the lube. Now, I want you to walk to our room and stand by the bed. Do not sit down.”

"Yes, Sir. It’s gonna feel really funky walking with this thing in my ass." 

"That's the idea." 

I smiled, following her to our bedroom. Her blond hair fell wildly over her naked back, reaching almost all the way to her shackled wrists. The tapered perfection of her waist gave way to the gentle, curve of her hips, framing her ass in a way that made my mouth go dry. The flash of red from the jeweled end of the plug was, to me, the perfect bit of bling needed to complete her astonishing beauty. 

Mindy moved evenly, not too rushed but certainly without hesitation. I imagined she was consciously controlling her excitement, and I wondered what kind of scene she was expecting us to play out. Stopping by the bed, Mindy paused as if unsure whether she should turn. My lack of direction on that point had been an accidental omission, but I waited to see how she would react. Seconds passed, and then I saw a slight rise in her shoulders, as if she'd sighed in resignation, awaiting my next command.

"Good girl. Now turn to face me."

With surprising grace, Mindy turned, keeping her head low, as I assumed was proper, but still that little smile betrayed her excitement. Everything was going perfectly, so much so that I silently cursed my lack of time to prepare our space as the playroom it was soon to become. 

However, lacking the stout hook in the ceiling that would have made restraining her far easier, I had improvised a solution that I hoped would work. The roll of cord I purchased would undoubtedly prove useful regardless of exactly how it was secured. 

Ignoring my dutiful little slut, I tied one end of the cord to the knob on the inside of the ensuite door, carefully testing it to ensure it wouldn't give way. That accomplished, I draped a length of it over the door, shutting it, and creating a proper leash from which I was sure she would not be able to escape. 

Leading her to the door, I unbound her wrists but only long enough to secure them together again well over head. Stepping back, I admired the sight of my naked little minx standing with her back pressed to the door and her hands shackled tightly over her head. 

"Sir," she asked with more trepidation than I had sensed from her before, "What are you... May I ask what you are planning to do to me?" 

Realizing I finally had her off balance, I took a moment to savor my victory. “No, you may not," I said dismissively and loosened my tie. She seemed so small now, almost mousey, but still radiantly beautiful. 

With Mindy trapped, I removed my shirt and unbuckled my belt. This got Mindy’s attention, and her gaze followed that leather strap as I coiled it, setting it within arms reach on the dresser. Only when I was comfortable did I turn my attention back to my captive sub.

Moving close, I palmed her breasts, rubbing my hand in circles over her already hardened bud. "So, you were telling me how much you neededTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.