Controling Grace
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Story…My First Lesson
It was a warm late spring afternoon when I arrived at her door, much like the one in Notting Hill with a large knocker in the middle, as I lifted the knocker I started to shake. Being aware that the centre of my back and armpits felt cold and shivery from sweat despite the nice warm weather.
The knocker went down with a solid resounding thud. To late now I thought as I suddenly decided a need to spend a penny. I started talking with this lady, a “Mistress” about a year ago on the net and as I was a virgin, she agreed to “show me the way”.
The sound of footsteps, followed by the door catch opening, increased my need for the toilet and then the door opened.
“Hello you” she said, “Come in.” She looked straight into my eyes saying, “Mmmm you look better than your picture. The loo is on the left. I’m sure you want to go.” There was a wry smile on her face. “Sort yourself out then come and sit down in the lounge.”
“Ok.” I said, feeling uneasy about her knowing my bodily needs and desperations.
After sorting myself out, we had a drink and a chat in the lounge.
“Now just before we start I have two ground rules. The first, you do everything I say to the letter and secondly you will refer to me from now on as ‘Mistress’ so is that very clear?”
It was absolutely clear. She stood up and glared at me until I corrected myself with the respect she demanded. “Sorry…very clear Mistress.” I said looking down at the floor.
“Ok, that’s one black mark on your book boy.” She said sternly, “Now look at me!” I lifted my eyes and whilst looking at me she unclipped her skirt letting it fall.
Out of respect I did not dare lose eye contact and she walked over to where I was sitting, eyes still fixed, she said; “Follow my hands.” She slowly brought them down until they ended up at the top of each thigh. I was now looking at her crotch covered by a tight pair of flesh coloured tanga briefs about six inches from my nose.
Using the index finger of her right hand she traced a line up through the centre creating a valley in her now pronounced mound. “Do you like what you see?”
Clearing the lump from my throat I made my reply; “Er…yes.”
Her voice changed again. “That’s two black marks. Its ‘Mistress’ remember!” It was stern and demanding. “So you like what you see? That’s good. Now I want you to take my scent. I want you to gently push your nose into the groove I have made for you. You can see the groove in my pussy can’t you?” She looked at me with a naughty mischievous glint in her eye.
“Yes Mistress.” I obediently replied.
“There’s a good boy.” Helped by her hands on the back of my head my nose found where it was meant to be. “Now listen carefully, I want you to take ten long very deep breaths. Breathing only through your nose without a break, the purpose of this is to make you virtually hyperventilate on my scent. Now breathe!”
As she gave those instructions forcing my head, she started slow pelvic thrusts to coincide with my deep breathing. At the same time, increasing the pressure on the back of my head even more.
I became aware of a dizziness overcoming my senses and very uncomfortable erection growing in my pants. I thought I was going to pass-out. I was amazed that, although I could not really smell anything specific, the experience was both arousing and intoxicating.
“Good boy! Now stand up and while you get your breath back, take off your trousers. I can see that we are uncomfortable.” She grinned at me, taking advantage of the control that she had now gained over me.
“Yes Mistress.” I replied, following her instructions exactly.
“Good, you’re learning. Now sit back down. Its time for more of my scent.”
I sat down and she placed a strap around my neck, and with that, she turned around taking the strap between her legs positioning herself, ankles facing outwards, which had the effect of slightly opening her well-proportioned buttocks.
“In you go my sweet, ten deep breaths through your nose.” As she said those words the effect on my little friend below was awesome. He started twitching and pulsing, growing harder by the second.
She pulled me in, my nose pressing through her knickers against the outline of her rosebud. Then as I continued with my breathing she twisted slightly, raising one leg and continued moving her hips so that my face moved between her buttocks and her now enlarged mound. The aroma and the heat coming from her was so overwhelming and her knickers both slippery and wet with her juices.
After the tenth breath, she released me and told me to lie down on a treatment table. “I see your pecker enjoyed that. I wonder if he would like a sniff too?”
“Yes Mistress, he would.” I replied.
With that, she removed her soaked knickers and stretched the gusset over my throbbing shaft, securing them with a hair band. I had no control over its movements at all.
“Mmmm…I think he likes that. I have another surprise for him.” She said, still grinning. She walked away and then returned to me with a vibrator and some masking tape. “Now some more training. I am going to put some tape over your mouth, ok?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Good boy.”
She placed the tape over my mouth and climbed onto the table positioning herself over my face. “Have a good look.” She said. “Tell me, what do you see?”
“Your pussy Mistress.” I replied.
“Mmmm…not quite. You are looking at what controls you, every time you remember this view you will have an erection that belongs to me. You will not relieve yourself ever. But you will take note of how many times you think of my pussy and ass, and you will tell me. I promise when I have finished, you will think of me more often than you can imagine.”
I gazed almost endlessly at her perfect sex.
“Now, I am going to make your little friend cum, and give your face some of my pussy. When you are about to cum, raise your left hand, ok.” Unable to speak I nodded in agreement. She lowered her pussy onto my nose and face and placed the vibrator onto the end of my gusset-covered shaft. This was wicked and within thirty seconds I was ready to explode. With my face now soaked, I gave her the signal that she had been waiting for and with that she moved up and impaled her sex onto my nose and began grinding down in small gyrations.
The aroma did it, and I exploded into her knickers wrapped around my cock. She lifted herself off and thrust back down again now her pussy was into muscular spasm around my nose. I was in exquisite shock.
Mistress slowly raised herself off, turned round and sat on my chest. “Hello you.” she said with a smile. Removing the wet tape from my mouth, she continued with that teasing rapore; “Your first lesson went well. Over the next few visits I will retrain you so that you will only be able to cum with your face between the cheeks of my ass. But, every time you cum it will increase in intensity and my pussy and ass will be a d**g to you and you will become my slave. Do you understand?”
“Yes mistress.” I replied, understanding every explicit detail of her instructions.
“Good!” She said, “Now, to finish me off.”
That smile on her face said it all. She mounted my face and demanded me to open my mouth. I obeyed, and she placed her swollen pussy over my mouth and started working the vibrator over her hooded clitoris. Then after three minutes she started to rub herself, grinding into my face as she moaned, gripping tight with her thighs. I felt four squirts of fluid hit the back of my mouth; she looked down at me dreamy eyed and smiled. Lifting herself up she squeezed her pussy lips so that the remaining fluid oozed into my mouth.
“Now, slave…swallow!” She demanded. This I did without hesitation. “That was for your first black mark. Your punishment. Now for that second black mark…”
She turned again presenting her ass. “I want a French Kiss! In you go!” She demanded, pulling her buttocks apart and lowering herself until the tip of my tongue was against her tiny hole. She suddenly pushed down and I was in to the hilt, and she squeezed and wiggled and I felt my shaft rising to the occasion once more.
Mistress was overpowering me to say the least. “I see the control I have over you is working already.” She said. “Now I want you to say, ‘thankyou mistress for teaching me’. But, you will say it to my ass, and I want to feel your hot breath on my little hole as you say it. And you will finish with a long slow kiss right on it. Is that understood?”
“Yes Mistress.” I complied, which further intensified my hardness.
“Mmmm…you like being under my total power don’t you?”
“Yes I do Mistress.”
“Good! Now when you go home, you can take the knickers from around your cock and these ones I wore thinking about you this morning.” She handed me another pair of knickers. “And wash them. Then I know when you are alone you won’t sniff or taste them. Because, if you do, you will get a hard on that will not go until
you kiss my ass again.”
I thought about what she told me seriously knowing that I was under her control.
“You, slave, are mine.” She said, looking deep into my eyes. “And when you return, I will take you yet to another level, and you will pleasure me deeply. Now little one, take my knickers and go.”
It was a warm late spring afternoon when I arrived at her door, much like the one in Notting Hill with a large knocker in the middle, as I lifted the knocker I started to shake. Being aware that the centre of my back and armpits felt cold and shivery from sweat despite the nice warm weather.
The knocker went down with a solid resounding thud. To late now I thought as I suddenly decided a need to spend a penny. I started talking with this lady, a “Mistress” about a year ago on the net and as I was a virgin, she agreed to “show me the way”.
The sound of footsteps, followed by the door catch opening, increased my need for the toilet and then the door opened.
“Hello you” she said, “Come in.” She looked straight into my eyes saying, “Mmmm you look better than your picture. The loo is on the left. I’m sure you want to go.” There was a wry smile on her face. “Sort yourself out then come and sit down in the lounge.”
“Ok.” I said, feeling uneasy about her knowing my bodily needs and desperations.
After sorting myself out, we had a drink and a chat in the lounge.
“Now just before we start I have two ground rules. The first, you do everything I say to the letter and secondly you will refer to me from now on as ‘Mistress’ so is that very clear?”
It was absolutely clear. She stood up and glared at me until I corrected myself with the respect she demanded. “Sorry…very clear Mistress.” I said looking down at the floor.
“Ok, that’s one black mark on your book boy.” She said sternly, “Now look at me!” I lifted my eyes and whilst looking at me she unclipped her skirt letting it fall.
Out of respect I did not dare lose eye contact and she walked over to where I was sitting, eyes still fixed, she said; “Follow my hands.” She slowly brought them down until they ended up at the top of each thigh. I was now looking at her crotch covered by a tight pair of flesh coloured tanga briefs about six inches from my nose.
Using the index finger of her right hand she traced a line up through the centre creating a valley in her now pronounced mound. “Do you like what you see?”
Clearing the lump from my throat I made my reply; “Er…yes.”
Her voice changed again. “That’s two black marks. Its ‘Mistress’ remember!” It was stern and demanding. “So you like what you see? That’s good. Now I want you to take my scent. I want you to gently push your nose into the groove I have made for you. You can see the groove in my pussy can’t you?” She looked at me with a naughty mischievous glint in her eye.
“Yes Mistress.” I obediently replied.
“There’s a good boy.” Helped by her hands on the back of my head my nose found where it was meant to be. “Now listen carefully, I want you to take ten long very deep breaths. Breathing only through your nose without a break, the purpose of this is to make you virtually hyperventilate on my scent. Now breathe!”
As she gave those instructions forcing my head, she started slow pelvic thrusts to coincide with my deep breathing. At the same time, increasing the pressure on the back of my head even more.
I became aware of a dizziness overcoming my senses and very uncomfortable erection growing in my pants. I thought I was going to pass-out. I was amazed that, although I could not really smell anything specific, the experience was both arousing and intoxicating.
“Good boy! Now stand up and while you get your breath back, take off your trousers. I can see that we are uncomfortable.” She grinned at me, taking advantage of the control that she had now gained over me.
“Yes Mistress.” I replied, following her instructions exactly.
“Good, you’re learning. Now sit back down. Its time for more of my scent.”
I sat down and she placed a strap around my neck, and with that, she turned around taking the strap between her legs positioning herself, ankles facing outwards, which had the effect of slightly opening her well-proportioned buttocks.
“In you go my sweet, ten deep breaths through your nose.” As she said those words the effect on my little friend below was awesome. He started twitching and pulsing, growing harder by the second.
She pulled me in, my nose pressing through her knickers against the outline of her rosebud. Then as I continued with my breathing she twisted slightly, raising one leg and continued moving her hips so that my face moved between her buttocks and her now enlarged mound. The aroma and the heat coming from her was so overwhelming and her knickers both slippery and wet with her juices.
After the tenth breath, she released me and told me to lie down on a treatment table. “I see your pecker enjoyed that. I wonder if he would like a sniff too?”
“Yes Mistress, he would.” I replied.
With that, she removed her soaked knickers and stretched the gusset over my throbbing shaft, securing them with a hair band. I had no control over its movements at all.
“Mmmm…I think he likes that. I have another surprise for him.” She said, still grinning. She walked away and then returned to me with a vibrator and some masking tape. “Now some more training. I am going to put some tape over your mouth, ok?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Good boy.”
She placed the tape over my mouth and climbed onto the table positioning herself over my face. “Have a good look.” She said. “Tell me, what do you see?”
“Your pussy Mistress.” I replied.
“Mmmm…not quite. You are looking at what controls you, every time you remember this view you will have an erection that belongs to me. You will not relieve yourself ever. But you will take note of how many times you think of my pussy and ass, and you will tell me. I promise when I have finished, you will think of me more often than you can imagine.”
I gazed almost endlessly at her perfect sex.
“Now, I am going to make your little friend cum, and give your face some of my pussy. When you are about to cum, raise your left hand, ok.” Unable to speak I nodded in agreement. She lowered her pussy onto my nose and face and placed the vibrator onto the end of my gusset-covered shaft. This was wicked and within thirty seconds I was ready to explode. With my face now soaked, I gave her the signal that she had been waiting for and with that she moved up and impaled her sex onto my nose and began grinding down in small gyrations.
The aroma did it, and I exploded into her knickers wrapped around my cock. She lifted herself off and thrust back down again now her pussy was into muscular spasm around my nose. I was in exquisite shock.
Mistress slowly raised herself off, turned round and sat on my chest. “Hello you.” she said with a smile. Removing the wet tape from my mouth, she continued with that teasing rapore; “Your first lesson went well. Over the next few visits I will retrain you so that you will only be able to cum with your face between the cheeks of my ass. But, every time you cum it will increase in intensity and my pussy and ass will be a d**g to you and you will become my slave. Do you understand?”
“Yes mistress.” I replied, understanding every explicit detail of her instructions.
“Good!” She said, “Now, to finish me off.”
That smile on her face said it all. She mounted my face and demanded me to open my mouth. I obeyed, and she placed her swollen pussy over my mouth and started working the vibrator over her hooded clitoris. Then after three minutes she started to rub herself, grinding into my face as she moaned, gripping tight with her thighs. I felt four squirts of fluid hit the back of my mouth; she looked down at me dreamy eyed and smiled. Lifting herself up she squeezed her pussy lips so that the remaining fluid oozed into my mouth.
“Now, slave…swallow!” She demanded. This I did without hesitation. “That was for your first black mark. Your punishment. Now for that second black mark…”
She turned again presenting her ass. “I want a French Kiss! In you go!” She demanded, pulling her buttocks apart and lowering herself until the tip of my tongue was against her tiny hole. She suddenly pushed down and I was in to the hilt, and she squeezed and wiggled and I felt my shaft rising to the occasion once more.
Mistress was overpowering me to say the least. “I see the control I have over you is working already.” She said. “Now I want you to say, ‘thankyou mistress for teaching me’. But, you will say it to my ass, and I want to feel your hot breath on my little hole as you say it. And you will finish with a long slow kiss right on it. Is that understood?”
“Yes Mistress.” I complied, which further intensified my hardness.
“Mmmm…you like being under my total power don’t you?”
“Yes I do Mistress.”
“Good! Now when you go home, you can take the knickers from around your cock and these ones I wore thinking about you this morning.” She handed me another pair of knickers. “And wash them. Then I know when you are alone you won’t sniff or taste them. Because, if you do, you will get a hard on that will not go until
you kiss my ass again.”
I thought about what she told me seriously knowing that I was under her control.
“You, slave, are mine.” She said, looking deep into my eyes. “And when you return, I will take you yet to another level, and you will pleasure me deeply. Now little one, take my knickers and go.”
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