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The First Session
Sunday morning - about 11am - and I'm driving west, around 30 miles fromhome. It's an area I don't know too well, although the main road is familiarenough. My cellphone rings.
"Good morning slave. I'm behind you. Your registration number is xxxxxxx, isn't it?" you ask. " Your description of your car was veryclear and it was easy to spot you. There's a right turn up ahead. Take it andfollow the road for about a mile until you come to a layby. Pull in and expectcompany."
I comply, trying to sneak a look at the small blue car that's keeping a frustratingdistance from my rear bumper. Within two minutes, I reach the layby, pull inand stop the engine. It's a matter of seconds before the passenger door opensand I get my first glimpse of my Mistress. After all this time, you're evenmore beautiful than the picture you sent me, but, to my disappointment, you'redressed in nothing kinkier than a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Your nextcomment, though, makes my cock twitch in my panties.......
"Did you wear what we discussed slave? I want to make sure you haven'tstarted our special day by disobeying me. Take off your jeans."
I do as you ask, nervous that we might be spotted. I needn't worry. You'vechosen this spot with great care and no other cars pass us in the three minutesor so that we occupy the layby.
You smile - a sexy grin that gives the gentlest of hints at what's to come.From the waist up, I have on a polo shirt and lightweight jumper, but belowmy waist, a pair of sheer black hold-up stockings and black thong panties arethe first sign that this is far from an ordinary meeting between two friends.
"You won't be needing these for a while," you chuckle as you pickup my jeans. "Follow me and you might get them back."
The journey to your house can't go quickly enough. Not only have I been lookingforward to this day for weeks, but I'm also effectively naked from the waistdown. Not that it matters in an SUV, since no-one's high enough to see my stateof undress, but I still let out a sigh of relief when we pull up outside asmall cottage on the outskirts of town. Smiling, you toss my jeans throughthe driver's window as you pass by and I struggle to put them on quickly asyour denim-clad bottom wiggles up the front path.
Once inside, your playful mood quickly disappears.
"Read this, slave," you say, as you head upstairs. "I'll callyou when I'm ready for you." The instructions are simple:
"You will undress down to your underwear and wait until I call you.You'll find ankle and wrist cuffs on the table in the lounge - put them on.I hope you remembered to bring the toys we discussed; they'll be put to gooduse a little later. Once I call you, come straight upstairs and go into theroom on the right. Put on the blindfold and sit on the bed. Oh, and make sureyou use the bathroom. You may not be able to do so for quite some time."
I quickly follow your instructions, but it still seems to take forever untilI hear your soft voice calling, "Time to meet your Mistress, slave."
I climb the stairs; a mixture of fear and building excitement is making mystomach do somersaults, yet this is the moment I've longed for ever since ourfirst Internet encounter. I enter the bedroom, which is lit by a single lamp.The feeling of isolation grows as I put on the black silky blindfold as ordered.I can't help smiling as I smell perfume on the material; I picture you wearingthis blindfold and wonder how many orgasms you've had while lost in its blackness.
A soft touch on my arm snaps me back to the present. You firmly press medown onto the bed and straps are quickly attached to the four cuffs, leavingme spreadeagled and helpless. A few adjustments and the first of the day'smany bondage positions is complete. Without warning, you yank off the blindfold,leaving me blinking in the sudden light.
Even with hazy vision, you make a stunning picture. A shiny black all-in-onecatsuit has transformed you into the very image of my fantasy Dominant. Mycock responds predictably; the only part of my body still able to give awayany emotion.
"I figure that, since you haven't enjoyed the feeling of losing controlfor a while, you're not going to last long," you purr. "So let'sget it over and done with and then you can really start to please me withoutworrying about getting your rocks off. One thing, though - I don't want youenjoying the view."
My blindfold is replaced, followed immediately by the black rubber penisgag from the bag I'd brought with me. I next feel your hands on my legs, caressingthe nylon stockings and working their way steadily upwards towards the feminineunderwear which covers my manhood. As it responds to your touch, the tiny pantiesare swiftly pulled down my legs. I try to lift my thighs to help you, but thestraps are too tight and you struggle slightly to remove the final barrierto my rapidly erecting cock.
A pause and then something cool hits my penis. Lubricating gel - thank God!You remembered to buy some, which will make our later activities more enjoyablefor me. For now, though, it means the incessant milking I'm about to receivewill last a little longer and won't chafe. Small comfort - I'm being wankedto orgasm and there's nothing I can do about it!
Just as I'm about to erupt, I sense a different feeling around my cock. Somethingsilky - satin, perhaps - and then I'm lost in my first orgasm of the day; masturbatedto a climax which was a necessity, not a luxury. Fuck - that was great! Mistress,how can I ever thank you?
Still recovering, I hardly notice as the penis gag is removed. My mouth isn'tleft empty for long, however, as something soft, springy and slightly stickyreplaces the rubber cock. It takes a few seconds to realise what you've doneand the thought almost triggers another orgasm; you've wanked me into a pairof your silkiest panties and the cum-filled knickers are now packed into mymouth, gagging me as effectively as the penis gag.
I lay on the bed, hardly able to believe what's just happened. Someone Imet less than half an hour earlier has tied me to their bed and wanked me intoa pair of their knickers. For a submissive like me, surely life doesn't getmuch better!
I hear rustling noises, but feel nothing. I'm still blindfolded and strappeddown, unable to move, although my imagination is racing at a thousand milesan hour! I feel a weight on the bed, then my arms and legs are released fromtheir straps. Swiftly, though, you clip my wrist cuffs together behind my backand pull me into a standing position.
"You made a mess, slave," you say, "but luckily I'd made preparations. DidI give you permission to come?"
"Mmmmmmmmmfffff," is all the spongy panty gag will allow me to say in reply.
"I thought not. You have to be punished for that - I can't have my slavesdeciding when they get their release."
With that, I'm pulled forward and fall across your lap. I knew a spankingwas on the cards at some point, but hadn't expected it quite so soon. SMACK,SMACK, SMACK - six in all, spread over the twin globes of my arse. I squirmagainst the PVC, but am unable to prevent my punishment. You stop, now breathingheavily; is it the effort of the spanking, or are you getting turned on bythe situation?
As if in reply, I'm pushed back onto the bed and my ankle straps are fastenedtogether. A pause, more rustling, and the unmistakable sound of clothing beingremoved.
"Well done slave," you whisper. "I knew you weren't looking forward to beingspanked, but you took it well. You can now reward me for punishing you. Openyour mouth."
I comply and the sodden panties are removed. Again, I feel a weight on thebed and sense your closeness. Something is pressed to my lips and I open mymouth to allow it to enter. It takes a moment, but I realise it's one of yournipples and start to suck and nibble on it. You utter a low moan - you're turnedon like never before by the sight of the helpless man on the bed before youand you already feel the slow beginnings of orgasm.
I'm made to repeat the treatment on your other nipple. Without warning, it'sremoved and I'm left wondering what's next. More weight on the bed, a lightpressure on my chest and then I feel something pressing on my chin. Your pussyis presented to my mouth and I don't need any telling. I lick, nuzzle and suckat your beautiful slit, aware that you're sitting completely naked on my facebut completely unable to view your naked body.
"Oh yes, yes, yes," you murmur. "Lick me slave, make me come on your face."
I lick harder. You shift position slightly and I can sense your clitorisrubbing against my nose. I tilt my head back just enough to reach your littlebutton with my tongue and you react immediately, uttering a low moan and grippingmy head between your thighs.
Now that I've found the correct position, it only takes a matter of secondsbefore I feel your legs tighten further. I lap away at your pussy and, sensingthe moment of your orgasm is near, I move my head up and down so that my noserubs your clit.
You come with a roar. I feel a gush of juices on my face, but continue tolick and suck. The orgasm seems to last for well over a minute before I feelyour legs slacken their grip and you lift your body off the bed.
"Well done slave," you gasp, "let me get my breath back and we'll try somethingelse. Don't go anywhere - I'll be back in a minute."
I allow myself a smile, well aware that movement of any kind would be futileand might well result in me rolling off the bed. I relax; the silky blacknessof the blindfold and the restriction of the wrist and ankle cuffs providinga strange reassurance.
I lie in the blackness for what seems an age, yet must have been only 5 or10 minutes. Sleep isn't an option; I strain to hear every tiny sound in anticipationof your return. Yet, when it finally happens, I'm taken almost by surprise.
The creak of the floorboard gives the first hint that I am no longer alonein the room. I guess (correctly) that to make any sound would have been askingfor trouble, so I remain silent. The first touch still takes me somewhat unawares;a pair of hands fumbling with my ankle straps. Once released, the straps areremoved and my knees are pulled up into a ninety degree angle. Your next movesurprises me - my stockings are rolled down my legs, leaving me naked apartfrom the blindfold and my wrist cuffs. I'm pulled into a sitting position andmy blindfold is suddenly removed. I again blink as I try to focus on the glassin front of me.
"Drink this, slave," you whisper. "I can't have you losingyour energy now, can I? You're going to need all your stamina for what I'vegot planned for the rest of the day!"
The water is cool and refreshing and I drink greedily. Once finished, youremove the glass and it's only then that I realise, to my disappointment, thatyou had dressed in the catsuit once again. I'd hoped you'd be naked, so thatI could get a glimpse of what had been hidden from my eyes during the lasttwenty minutes or so.
"Sorry slave." Clearly you read my mind. "If you're a goodlittle slave, I might let you view your Mistress in all her finery later on,but for now I reckon you've got a little more work to do. Come along."
With that, you reach for my shrivelled penis and pull it none too gently.I rise - having little choice but to obey - and follow you through a seriesof doors until we find ourselves at the back door. We pause, just long enoughfor the black spandex hood to be slipped over my head, before you lead me outinto the garden.
"I wish you could see the view slave," you murmur; your mouth justinches away from my ear, "but I think your imagination is far better atthis point than your eyesight. Don't worry; we can't be overlooked. Unless,that is, someone peeps over the fence or one of the planes from the airportflies a little low."
I shudder. My imagination is, indeed, running riot. What would happen ifa rambler happened to wander up to the fence and catch sight of a naked, shackledmale and a female in a PVC catsuit leading him around by his penis? Might theycall the police? Might they have a camera and take pictures of the scene tosell to the Sunday papers? "Bondage orgy in sleepy village" - I couldalmost see the headline!
I'm pushed backwards until I feel something hard behind me; a sharp edgedigs into my back. You tell me to climb up and I realise that it's a woodenpicnic table, which you've (thoughtfully) covered with a blanket. Quickly yourelease the wrist cuffs and immediately secure my wrists and ankles to thetable, leaving me once again spreadeagled.
The next 20 minutes or so are torture. First comes the nipple play, as youpinch and twist my nipples until I squeal in pain. Clothes pegs then replaceyour fingers, leaving me to grit my teeth against the discomfort.
You next leave me alone for 5 minutes or so, so that my mind can again raceaway. I hear the sound of a light aircraft circling overhead; can the inhabitantssee me? A rustle in the undergrowth; is that a badger or a rambler? It's withrelief that I once again feel your presence, although that relief will be short-lived......
The sting of the whip on my chest is sudden and completely unexpected. Thatlasts for around 5 minutes, with no area of my body spared. Another pause andthen the shock of an ice cube rubbed on my testicles. My yelp brings the swiftreturn of the rubber penis gag to prevent any further outbursts.
More whipping is followed by the shock of freezing cold water being dribbledonto my stomach and down each leg, but eventually the torture ceases. My sensesfeel more alert than ever before; my entire body twitches with anticipation.
"Good boy. You took that well, so I reckon it's time for another rewardfor my little slave."
I feel something else; something warm and wet on my chest. I smile inwardlyas I realise that it's your tongue, but I'm to suffer more pain before I getto feel any pleasure. Without warning, the clothes pegs are removed from mynipples and the returning blood causes pain at least ten times worse than whenthey were applied. Even I'm glad that I'm gagged at this point!
Your lips caress my sore nipples. To my amazement, my cock is starting tobecome erect once again. Throughout the torture, it's been hidden in the surroundingforest of pubic hair, but it's now growing hard once again. Once it's completelyerect, you stop your nibbling and once again I'm left to the wanderings ofmy imagination. After less than a minute, I feel the cold shock of lubricatinggel being applied to the area around my arsehole and I tense. A condom is thenrolled over my erect cock - surely there's only one reason for that to happen?I'm wrong. As my mind turns over in confusion, I hear the squeak of rubber;you're putting on a latex glove! Before I have time to realise exactly whatthat means, I feel a finger slip easily inside me and start to massage my prostate.At the same moment, your warm mouth encases my condom-encased prick and youstart to suck.
It only takes a few seconds for me to reach orgasm. All this teasing hasleft my senses in overdrive and your probing finger and soft mouth have sentme over the edge. My second orgasm of the day leaves my head spinning.
"That's a good slave," you croon, "I'm glad we got that outof the way so now you can concentrate on making sure I get my pleasure. Followme."
The straps are released, but again my wrists are cuffed together behind myback. The hood and gag are left in place and I'm led back indoors. I'm exhausted,but realise that Mistress has only orgasmed once to my twice. An unfair advantagethat I know I'll be addressing very quickly......
You lead me inside, but any hopes I have of a rest before continuing arequickly dashed. I'm made to stand, legs wide apart, before my wrists are releasedand quickly re-fastened above my head. A small rubber butt plug is then insertedinto my rear, heightening the sensations your latex-clad finger started.
A short pause is followed by the feeling of you attaching something to mywaist. I brace myself, expecting more pain, but none comes. Instead, you askme to pick up each foot in turn and you roll something up each leg. Slowlyit dawns on me - you're fitting me with a suspender belt and a pair of stockings!I hope that the ensemble will be completed with a pair of knickers, and myprayers are immediately answered as I feel the unmistakeable sensation of apair of silky panties slowly being raised up my legs and then pressing therubber plug deeper into my bottom.
Another pause and more rustling noises, before my blindfold is whipped away.After so long in darkness, I can't help but blink in the light as my eyes slowlybecome accustomed to the sensation. I look up; I'm fastened to a doorway itseems, but as I lower my gaze, I'm shocked by what I see......
You're standing around three feet in front of me, dressed in a stunning arrayof black underwear. The bra is sheer and almost completely see-through; yourgorgeous nipples standing proudly erect under the thin material. The suspenderbelt is lacy and clipped onto a pair of the finest black stockings, but thepanties are what draw my eyes. See-through, like the matching bra, they clingtightly to your sex and I can clearly see your excitement glistening through;the slick wetness evidence of the excitement coursing through your every vein.
"Nice eh, slave?" you breathe. "Take a look at yourself -we could be sisters!"
As I look down, yet another thrill runs through me. You've dressed me inmatching lingerie, although mine is a deep shade of maroon red.
"Red for the slut, black for the Mistress. I must say that you makea very convincing girl, slave, but you know what they say about girls onlywanting to have fun?"
So saying, you approach and once again insert a gag. This time, however,you pack my mouth tightly with an old pair of your tights before silencingme completely with three strips of wide duct tape, torn from its roll. I watchin silence as you take the few steps to the bed and sit down. Yet again, yournext move takes me completely by surprise; you start to stroke and fondle yourdelightful breasts, kneading the beautiful white flesh and tweaking each nipple.After around five minutes of this, you remove your bra completely and lie backon the bed, your fantastic breasts finally on show.
Your right hand next goes deep into your panties. A slow stroking motionis punctuated by much quicker, sharper, movements. Your eyes closed with theecstasy, you masturbate furiously, your mind focussed on the orgasm to come.As you near your climax, your eyes flick open; you drink in the sight of yourhelpless slave, bound and gagged and wearing your sexiest red lingerie, onlya matter of feet away from you but unable to do or say anything. It's thiswhich finally tips you over the edge and you come with a moan, your entirebody shuddering.
The spasms have hardly died away before you reach beneath the bed. From theirhiding place, you produce not one but two vibrators. Both are black and shiny,but one is slightly smaller than the other. I'm too engrossed in the sceneto realise it, but only one of those vibrators is for you.....
You stand and walk slowly towards me and it only takes a few brief secondsbefore we're nose to nose.
"Enjoy the show, slave?" you tease, "because you and I teamup for the second half!"
It's then that I realise the significance of the second vibrator. There is,though, nothing I can do to prevent the humiliation as you step behind me.My knickers are rolled down around my thighs and I feel the butt plug beingremoved and more of the cold gel being applied to my anus. Quickly you insertthe plastic penis and, pausing only to set the speed to a low hum, you pullthe knickers back up to trap the vibrator in its tormenting position.
You return to the bed and once again lie down in front of me. This time,however, you remove your panties, leaving you just in stockings and the suspenderbelt, and I'm finally rewarded with a perfect view of your exquisite pussy.In any other situation, I'd be begging to be allowed to fuck you, but I'm onlytoo aware that this isn't "any other situation". As if in answerto my unspoken question, you plunge the vibrator deep into your slit and startto fuck yourself.
"Oh yes, yes, yes, shit, yes" you cry as the sensations combineto drive you towards another orgasm. Before you, the relentless buzzing inmy back passage is re-awakening my soft cock. The sight and sound of my Mistressreaching her climax is stiffening my prick by the second, and by the time youreach your inevitable peak, I'm rock hard once again.
But this has been just the starter; the opening course in a banquet whichis about to be served. You rise, your legs shaking with lust, and remove thetights and tape from my mouth. Next, you stride purposefully towards a chestof drawers set against one wall. You open one of the drawers and, gatheringwhat you need, you turn and look at me.
"Are you ready for this, slave?" you ask, your voice thick withlust. "Do you think we should fuck?"
I can hardly believe my ears and immediately start to beg.
"Oh, yes please Mistress. I would give anything to fuck you; to feelmy cock deep inside you and to feel your pussy wringing every last drop ofcome from my balls!"
You laugh. "Oh little slave. You really have no idea, do you? We shallfuck, but you've got it all wrong. You won't be doing any of the fucking -I shall!"
With that, you reveal the contents of the bundle of items you took from thedrawer. There's rope, a rubber hood and - the item to which my attention isimmediately drawn - a strap-on rubber dildo.
"It's only a small one, because I know it's your first time, but it'llgive you as much pleasure as it'll give me - trust me."
My hands are released and once again secured behind my back. You take whatlooks like a length of broom handle and tie each end to one of my ankles withrope, leaving my legs spread around three feet apart.
"Take a last look, slave, because when you next see me, you'll no longerbe a virgin!"
I shudder as I look into your eyes. You smile, but I also see a mixture ofexcitement and pure lust. I'm going to be fucked and there's not a thing Ican do about it!
You step in front of me and slowly pull the strap-on up your legs and overyour thighs. You make a show of adjusting the straps and ensuring the fakecock is a perfect fit before picking up the rubber hood and placing it overmy head. As it zips into place, sealing itself against my face, I'm instantlymade aware of my breathing and the fact that I'm incredibly turned on.
I sense that you've moved behind me and imagine you standing there, the blackrubber cock bobbing obscenely in front of you. As if on cue, I feel your handson my hips and I'm bent over. Again, I feel the cold shock of the lubricatinggel and the sensation of something nudging against my anus.
You gently insert the dildo; a little resistance, but the gel and the combinationof the butt plug and the vibrator means I'm stretched and ready for you. Youthrust slowly into me until I can feel your breasts against my back. This thrillsme, since I'm able to take all your rubber cock, despite my fears.
You start to thrust, gently scratching my back to distract me. I need nodistractions - this feels incredible and I know I need to come badly.
The fuck last no more than a couple of minutes before I sense your breathingstarting to quicken and I know your orgasm is near. You reach around my waistand start to masturbate my aching cock.
"Come with me, slave," you gasp, "you're mine forever now,you little slut!"
Our orgasms arrive simultaneously; my third, your fourth. I'm almost dry,but the sensation of my arse contracting against the strap-on ensures thatit seems to go on and on for ages. Yours is also the longest and most spectacularof the session and I feel your legs buckle as wave after wave of pleasure washover you.
It takes time for us both to come back to earth after such a shattering jointclimax, but you release me and we both collapse onto the bed.
I shower and start to dress, ready for my journey back to the real world.As I reach for my underwear, though, you stop me.
"No slave. I think you should wear these - to remind you of your Mistress."
You hand me a small fistful of damp material. As it unravels, I realise thatit's a pair of silky black french knickers. This was what you'd wanked me intowhen I first arrived and then packed into my mouth as a gag.
I hug you. Words can barely express how I feel. Our first session has exceededall my expectations and was far better than I'd even dared hope. My long drivehome, with the silky material of the french knickers massaging my cock andballs, will keep me on edge for well over an hour. Who knows, I may even haveto stop and wank myself to orgasm number 4.........
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