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While at my desk, his special tone rang from my phone. Quickly grabbing it and opening the app, the text read: 7 pm pos1 weekend. That was it. Those few cryptic terms gave me tingling shivers as I felt my pussy react with warmth and moisture. I thought, finally! I had not cum in days and was beginning to go crazy with desire. I should explain.

I have always been socially shy and psychologically submissive, at least when it comes to all things sexual. It’s something I despise but seem to be stuck with, no matter how I try to overcome it. Looking in a mirror, I know I’m attractive and sexually appealing. Longish red hair, firm C-cup boobs, appealing facial appearance, nice rounded ass and shapely legs—what’s not to like and desire. Plus, I’m intelligent. Always got good grades, graduated at or near the top of all my classes. Now I’m a patent attorney with my own successful business, Susan C. Kelly, LLC, P.A.

I get nervous, almost uncomfortable, in social situations, especially when they begin to involve emotional and sexual situations. It’s not like I’m a virgin or even inexperienced. I believed my girlfriends in high school when they told me how wonderful having sex was. I just had to do it—so I did. It was underwhelming. So I tried it more, with more guys. It got better, but I never had an orgasm—never felt the thrills my friends described in such vivid detail. Well, that’s not totally true. When I let my fingers roam I would shiver and moan in addicting, orgasmic pleasure.

One Saturday during my freshman year at university I went to a frat party—one of many I’d attended—where I met Jeff. His manner and appearance spoke to me; plus, having already consumed a glass of their spiked punch, I was more approachable and responsive. I had found alcohol and weed to be partial cures for my shyness.

We danced and drank as we moved to the music. I was my usual self, trying to be friendly, talking when spoken to, smiling and laughing at his jokes, enjoying him slyly admiring both my boobs as they joggled around, nipples hard more often than not, and my mini-skirt covered legs as they followed his moves.

My sense that he was more aggressive than other guys I’d known was quickly proven correct when he grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him.

“Where are we going?”

“To my room.”

“You don’t lack self-confidence do you,” I observed.

I allowed myself to be pulled along. It’s not that I didn’t know what was going to come next—sex was clearly his end objective. It’s not that I was opposed to that, in fact, it was one of the reasons I’d gone to the party in the first place.

Even though I’d never had an orgasm from conventual, every-day male-female sex, I still enjoyed the pleasure it generated. I could, and would, take care of myself later, but meanwhile had fun with the whole experience. I obviously knew my goal was missing. Maybe I’d just not met the right guy, but at nineteen, with my fairly limited experience, I was confident that one day “it” would happen.

Replying to my self-confidence remark, he said, “You’d have resisted, said no, jerked away from me, done something to make clear it wasn’t happening. Instead, here we are.”

He opened the door before I could reply, and in we went. Typical frat room—I’d been in a few—except that there was only one bed. He had the room to himself. I figured from his manner and bearing he was no newbie. I presumed he was probably an officer of the frat’s leadership.

As I was about to speak, he pulled me into a lip-locking kiss. Soon we were swapping spit. His short, dark beard scraped as we both moved our bodies against each other. I could feel his hardness grinding against me—it felt good and promising. My nips had hardened and the moisture was building between my legs. As always, I hoped that this might be the guy who would do “it” for me.

We finally parted, both of us doing some version of “whew!”

“Baby, I could enjoy those kisses all night. You’ve got some skills, and have I mentioned how nice your body is yet?” I just smiled and shook my head. “Well, it’s great. Your tits are magnificent,” he said, as he grabbed the hem of my faded Minnie Mouse tee shirt and pulled it up. I raised my arms. Off it came, exposing my thin, sheer, red half-cup bra overflowing with my “magnificent” boobs.

Thoroughly turned on by now, I turned around. “Unhook me please.”

“Gladly.” My bra dropped to the floor, and I turned back. He grabbed my nips, squeezing them hard as he pulled me back to him and into another kiss. The pain shot through me, seeming to go to both my brain and pussy. Whatever happened, I loved the feeling.

Soon he broke the kiss. His hands went to my shoulders and pushed down. “Get on your knees and suck it.”

I was pleasantly mesmerized and happily complied. I freed his well-sized member and took him in as deep as I could, having not yet mastered the art of deep throat. He must have enjoyed my efforts because his moans and words of encouragement and appreciation started almost immediately.

I went on for a while, making sure not to make him cum—I wanted all that shooting in me later. Soon enough we were both naked in bed and he was returning the oral favor with a quite talented tongue. He almost got me off, but I couldn’t quite make it over the hill to the promised land.

Then the fucking started. He was no shrinking violet. He gave me everything he had, and I loved it, reciprocating as best I could from being pinned to the bed, legs under his shoulders. I certainly gave him all the verbal encouragement and appreciation that I could.

Suddenly he stopped, withdrew, and flipped me up onto my knees like I was a feather. Then, whack, whack, whack, one slap after another on my ass. Startled at first, I yelped. Then it was like when he pinched my nips, only even more intense—pain giving way to an exciting pleasure. He plunged back into me, fucking and slapping me at the same time.

By now the crest of my long-sought hill was well in sight. “Beat my ass! Harder! Fuck that pussy. Slap me. Make it burn!” They were like lightning bolts. Each one lit up my brain and tormented my clit with previously unknown thrills. It was finally going to happen. “Oh my fucking god, I’m gonna cum!” It started as he kept pounding into me. My muscles clamped down on his cock as I began to quiver. “Fuck YES! Fuckin’ yes, yes!” I was out of my mind ecstatic when I faintly heard him groan and felt his hot spunk shooting in me. Three years of frustration overcome by a painful beating. My ass was on fire, but I was consumed by an incredible feeling of intense passion. I’d discovered the key: embrace my submissiveness, give in to certain torments in pursuit of fulfilling orgasmic ecstasy.

I collapsed to the bed. My muscles were still clamped tight to his dick, so in spite of my copious slipperiness and his spunk, he was pulled down with me. Then he rolled off me, leaving me empty and already missing the feeling.

“Hey girl, you put on quite a display. I guess you enjoyed yourself. I know I enjoyed the hell out of you!”

After a quick mental debate if I should tell him, I figured what the hell. “That was my first orgasm ever from a guy and his cock. I’d begun to give up hope, but don’t get a swollen head, unless it’s on your dick.”

I started laughing and couldn’t stop. He got a confused look and then tried to calm me down, reassure me, anything to get me to stop. I kept trying to tell him it wasn’t him, but just couldn’t coherently get it out. Turning, I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding tight until I finally calmed down and assured him he was great. I passed it off as just a woman’s feelings that had no explanation. It was really my uncontrolled extreme joy and exhilaration.

We did it two more times that night with similar results, leaving out my crazy laughter and with less ass slapping. My poor cheeks were already stingingly tender. He did add slapping my clit with his splendid cock. That brought me to orgasm once I got over the startling, electrical-like shock. My nips were not overlooked in his rather complete attention to my body. He managed to bring their tenderness up to the no-bra-tolerated level in the morning. My orgasms were even stronger than the first go-round.

I slept the sleep of the dead. We woke sometime between ten and eleven with him ready for another go. I was in no condition for more due to the remaining aches and pains he had inflicted on me, so I satisfied him with an ardent blow job, letting no spunk escape.

We saw each other a few more times, all of which I thoroughly enjoyed, but he was basically an all too obvious Lothario. I was not looking for true love, but just being a convenient piece of ass was a bit much for me, even for the thrills he gave me. So, I dated the few guys that asked me—sometimes having sex, sometimes actually having an orgasm—but never finding another that could push, or spank, my buttons. I’m sure most of this was due to my shyness, but I am what I am. I need to be “taken” and used by a dominant, assertive man, which I had not found—and was too shy to ask for.

So, life went on. I received my bachelor’s degree in electrical engineering and my Juris Doctor with an emphasis on patent law. After receiving three employment offers and some valuable advice from a trusted professor, I decided to go it on my own. It was slow at first, but gradually I became known and developed a lucrative practice. My love life remained pedestrian, to put a good spin on it.

I had long been using various porn sites to aid my self-gratification. One day I clicked on an ad for FetWorld.com. Finding that it catered to my interests and needs, I joined and took my time filling out a complete profile that described my desires and my appearance. I posted one picture, a nude side view with my face turned away, confident that it showed plenty to garner interest, but not enough to be identifiable.

I quickly discovered how many creeps and nutcases there are out there. I answered a few of the possibly interesting responses I received but inevitably they followed with something rude or crude—I never replied. Then, months later, I received an interesting, sane note with a very pleasing, everyday-type picture.

I answered in a neutral sort of way, giving some further general particulars beyond my profile without trying to sound desperate. He responded back in a similar manner, not pushing me for verbal or personal contact. My interest peaked. We had several more back and forth exchanges, each of us revealing a bit more each time. He had me hooked and I knew it. So when he suggested a phone conversation, I gave him the number of a disposable cell phone I’d already acquired. I sent him the number and suggested a day and time for him to call.

Two days later at 8 pm the phone rang, displaying a blocked number. He was being as careful as me. We talked for over an hour, covering our various life experiences, including sexual exploits and desires. The conversation ended with an agreement to meet for coffee on Saturday at noon, giving descriptions of how to recognize each other. After disconnecting, I put clothespins on my nipples, and furiously rubbed and finger-fucked my soaked pussy to a delicious orgasm. I had high hopes.

The meeting went well. There were no unpleasant surprises. Apparently, we’d both been honest with each other. We disclosed our identities and exchanged business cards. Craig was thirty-nine and owned his own business, an independent engineering company that he’d started eleven years ago. He clearly was into a substantial six-figure income, as was I. Our conversation developed and moved along. We delved deeper and deeper into our sexual proclivities, desires and experiences. My submissiveness seemed to mesh nicely with his dominant urges.

It was clear that it was time for our first meeting to conclude. That’s when he said, “So, this has been very pleasant. It feels to me like we have the beginnings of, to say the least, an interesting and satisfying relationship. If you are of the same mind, I’d like to take you to dinner tonight at Le Bernadin.”

“I’d love to go. I’ve been wanting to try it. I’ve heard and read such good things. What time?”

“I’ll pick you up at seven. Wear something short and sexy to show off that beautiful body. Plan on the weekend.”

My pussy tingled at the thought. “I think I can meet your requirements, and flattery will get you everywhere. Nice to hear you’ve noticed my ‘beautiful body’.”

He reached in a pocket, pulled out an egg-shaped object, and handed it to me with this instruction, “Have this is your pussy when I arrive. It’ll make dinner even more interesting.”

“Yes Sir!” I replied with a smile, knowing what it was. “I’m sure it will make it very interesting.”

His invitation and the thought of that egg vibrating in me, under his control, had gotten me quite stirred up.

“Craig, it’s going on two. If I’m going to be as appealing as you expect me to be, I need to get going and make preparations.”

He started laughing. “If it wasn’t for their up-scale dress requirements I’d take you in those yoga pants and crop top. You know you look hot, don’t you? Every so often your nipples have been making an appearance. Each time, that sight made me hard. I highly doubt you need much supplementary help to look sexier than you are naturally.”

I felt the blush run up my neck to my forehead and felt my nipples harden. My verbal shyness had never prevented me from wanting to make the most of my physical attributes. Unable to meet his gaze, I replied quietly, “I think I just had a chill and shivered a bit. Now I seriously need to go. I’m quite looking forward to tonight. See you at seven.”

With that, we both stood and I began to leave. He gently held my arm and pulled me close, giving me a light peck on my cheek. It quickly turned into a lip-to-lip passionate kiss. When we parted my temperature had gone up several degrees. He turned to leave, saying, “Pick you up at seven, sexy one.”

It had been a very long time since I’d had the feelings I was experiencing, and I was thrilled. I had such high hopes for tonight and the weekend. “Plan on the weekend” had exhilarated me.

Before I knew it, the grandfather struck seven and the doorbell chimed. Craig was there dressed impeccably.

“Wow, it is possible for you to look even sexier than earlier.”

Of course I blushed. “Thank you kind Sir. You are looking rather dashing yourself.”

“That slit up the side of your mini skirt is very intriguing, as is your camisole. I can’t decide if it’s sheer or not, very clever fabric. I’ll be spending moments sneaking glances, trying to discern just exactly... I’ll leave it at that... for now anyway.”

“Good idea.” Smiling, I knew I’d chosen perfectly for the evening.

“Come my dear, your chariot awaits.”

I took his hand, letting him lead me to his car. He enjoyed the view as I sat down and turned in the seat. The slit allowed the otherwise straight silk skirt to show my legs and probably the slightest bit of my black lace thong.

He was just sitting in his seat as I was putting on my seatbelt. That’s when it hit me. “Damn!” I blurted out.

“Riveting isn’t it?” he said, as he laughed.

“You’re a sadistic brute,” I said, not really meaning it. Actually, it felt pretty good once the initial shock passed.

“I take great offense at that,” he said with a smile, as the vibrations started to rapidly cycle on and off but at a lower intensity. “Besides, you knew what it was and placed it in its present location. I certainly didn’t force you.”

I was getting to like him more and more. He understood my needs and clearly knew how to satisfy them. I could only wonder what was in store for later tonight and the weekend.

“It is rather pleasing,” I admitted.

“The thing is, you do not have permission to cum. If you do, you will incur punishment sometime tonight.”

“I already feel one building. You actually expect me to somehow not give in to it?”

“Only if you want to avoid punishment.”

“What do you consider punishment?”

“Something painful. Could be any number of things. It’s better if it’s a surprise. Those hard nipples are a tempting target.”

I looked down. They were majorly on display. “I’m back to sadistic brute,” I said with a pout. I’d never admit it to him, but I was curious what he’d do as punishment. I saw the restaurant in sight so I just let it go.

“When the valet opens your door make sure to open your legs wide as you get out so he gets a good view. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.”

“What a mind you have. I’m also sure he’ll appreciate it,” I said, laughing as I did.

We pulled up to the valet area, and a boy in his late teens opened my door, standing to the side, waiting for me to get out. I thought his eyes would pop out when I gave him a very good view of my sheer lace thong. I almost wished I could have given him more satisfaction at a later time, but that was really not me. Craig was definitely having an impact on my natural modesty.

There are many words that would describe my dinner experience: interesting, sexual, taxing, delicious, amusing, wonderful—I could go on. The food and wine were amazing. Conversation with Craig was delightful. His manipulation of my egg was at times very titillating and at times extremely testing of my utmost self-control. Twice he’d almost forced one out of me, but each time I resisted, barely. I’d never had such a kaleidoscopical range of events happen in my life.

He signaled our waiter for the check, then turned to me, saying ”After he leaves the check, take off your panties and hand them to me across the table,”

I was shocked at his request. Everything else had been hidden, this was quite out I the open. “You expect me to slip off my thong and hand it to you now, when anyone who happens to be looking our way will see what I’m doing? Why are you trying to embarrass me?”

“I’m not particularly trying to embarrass you, although I suppose that could be a side effect. You need to learn to do what you’re told. You didn’t join FetWorld or come with me tonight for a casual night out. You want you’re needs met. You want the whole experience, and you’ve chosen me to provide it. So do what I say,” he replied calmly.
    
I was stunned. People, especially men, didn’t talk to me like that. Jeff was the only one that came close, and that was years ago. But he was right. I had needs and I wanted “the whole experience.”

The waiter had laid the check on the table and departed. Craig just looked at me. I reached the necessary few inches up my skirt and pulled my very moist thong down my legs, then wadded it into a ball and handed it to him without saying a word.

He took it without a word and shook it fully open, stretching it wide like it was on a hanger. Then, turning the egg to high, he held my thong close to his face and took a deep breath. “Oh, you smell absolutely delicious. Your succulent juice must be just oozing from what I can only imagine, at this point, to be a very hot and needy pussy.”

As he was oh so calmly saying this, I was clutching the table edge with both hands, using all my self-control to not explode in a giant orgasm. I had managed to hold off so far, sometimes just barely, but I’d managed it. I was not about to give in now, but what little control I had left was swiftly waning. If he did not relent soon I knew I was screwed, and not in the way I so desired. While I was enduring the exquisite torture, he had laid my thong on the table near his plate. Part of me was mortified and part proud of my boldness.  

Soon he was paying the check and conversing with the waiter about how much we had enjoyed the dinner. I noticed his eyes go to my thong and then to me. Penny for your thoughts I wanted to say but didn’t. I just thought the hell with the waiter, let’s get the fuck outta here, but again held back. Then the waiter departed and the egg stopped. I gasped and almost collapsed.

 “Well my dear, this has been quite the night so far—“

“You’re damn right it has. I’m about to die from holding back orgasms. That egg is evil.”

He chuckled as he said, “So I’ve been told. We did agree on a safe word, so you could’ve stopped it at any time.”

Of course he was right. I replied, “Just cuz I have a pussy doesn’t mean I am one.”

“Quite true. I think we understand each other perfectly. So let’s get on with our weekend.” He picked up my thong, putting it in his coat pocket, and offered me his other hand. “Let me help you. You look so fabulously sexy in those four-inch heels, and wonderfully suggestive, barely-there threads, I would hate to see you possibly take a tumble.”

“Thank you, kind sir.” I took his hand and slid out of the round booth, my satin skirt riding up far enough to give him a clear view of my freshly waxed puss. His stare and lavish smile told me all I needed to know. As fiery as I felt, I was also proud I’d been able to hold back. I’m not sure I’d ever been so turned on. Desire was running rampant through me. We did understand each other. He was testing my submissiveness like no previous partner had ever done. I was enraptured by him.

As we walked, hand in hand, he said, “Make sure you wait for the valet to open the car door for you. Then give him a good view. Who knows, he may never have seen what a mature woman in full bloom looks like, give him some food for thought.”

“I’d love to know his thoughts when he sees my perfect pussy.” I shocked myself as those words flowed out so easily. Just a day ago I doubt they would have occurred to me, let alone my desire to show off what few men or women had seen.

As we were driving away I said to Craig, “Did you see the look on his face? I thought his eyes would pop out and his tongue hit the ground. What a turn-on that was, and I did it like it’s an everyday thing. Why do I do for you what I’d never even consider for others?”

“That was a rhetorical question, right?”

“Of course.”

“So, now let the seatback down. It goes almost flat. Now you have permission to cum, so get yourself off for me. Demonstrate what those fingers can do.”

I looked at him, not quite believing what I just heard. Masturbate? With him watching? The thought of letting anybody watch had never even occurred to me before, not even in a fantasy. I was about to protest when the seatback began to recline. My finger was on the slide switch—I realized I was about to do it.

With no words spoken, the seat reached full recline. My right hand went to my demanding pussy and my left under my cami, pushing my bra away and beginning to caress my nipple, as my right began to work my clit. The feelings I’d resisted all evening came pouring back like a tidal wave. My thighs began to quiver as the orgasm seemed to hit my whole body at once. “Fuck! Oh my fucking god I’m—“

I wanted to scream out my incredible feelings but was so overwhelmed I burst into uncontrollable tears of joy and shouted meaningless gibberish as the quiver in my thighs quickly engulfed my body. I was having the strongest and most persistent orgasm of my life. As I slowly calmed down, I realized that even though my play had brought it on, it was all due to the torment Craig and his egg had put me through.

I allowed this. I submitted to his control, followed his orders. This was what I’d been seeking for years and never knew how to achieve or permitted myself to consummate. My god, what had I missed, and more than that, what more was in store for me? He had turned me on from our first meeting. I trusted him, and before the evening had begun, had resolved to go with the flow, to submit to him completely. So far that was working out pretty damn well!

“Whoa, that was impressive. Do you always have such exuberant and all-consuming orgasms?”

“I guess I kinda out-did myself,” I said a bit sheepishly. “But damn, was it ever great!” I finished exuberantly. “Although I can’t say I enjoyed the agony you put me through with that egg. Speaking of which, here it is,” I said, holding it up and beginning to giggle. “It seems to have somehow popped out.”

“I should make you put it back in, but we’re almost home. The night is still young, and you still have more... adventures, escapades shall we call them... ahead of you.”

His voice, after his small pause, took on somewhat of a foreboding tone. It brought back memories of some chats I’d had on the website, especially with some of the submissive female members. The possibilities of agony and ecstasy were fairly boundless, and I was sure Craig was experienced in many. What, indeed, adventures awaited me? I was ablaze with passion to find out.

Before I knew it we were parked and walking up to a beautiful old brownstone. At the obviously hand-carved, wooden double-doors, he turned to face a polished steel panel. Quickly, a female voice said, “Good evening Mister Rochefort.”

“Good evening Amelie. The lady with me is Susan Kelly.”

“Good evening Susan.”

Thinking this was quite unusual but wanting to go along with the program, I answered, “Good evening Amelie. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Amelie, scan her please. I may want to give her some permissions in the future.”

Immediately a red beam of some sort came on and startled me, causing me to jerk back.

“Please stand very still Susan, and open your eyes wide. The beam will not damage you in any way.”

I did as she asked. The beam scanned my face and then Amalie asked me to first turn to my right and then left, scanning each time. The beam then turned off and she thanked me.

Before I could ask, Craig said, “Amelie is my security system. I designed her and had her built, partially by me and partially by a custom electronic company. She is one of a kind, and I’m the only person that has her complete design specifics.”

“Quite impressive. I wouldn’t mind having an Amelie for my house.”

“That could possibly be arranged, depending on how things go. She would not have her full capabilities but would be more than satisfactory.”

“‘On how things go...’” I said inquisitively.

“Between us. Tonight and in the future. I am very protective of her. People have tried to acquire her by means both fair and foul. They have all been repelled by me or Amelie.”

I wondered about his last statement but let it go as he said, “Amelie, unlock the door and everything inside.”

A thunk resonated through the door. Craig pushed the latch on the right-hand door—it swung open noiselessly. He led me through as the door closed and locked with the same thunk.

The house smelled faintly of wood polish and leather. The floors were wooden planks, mostly covered with oriental carpets of many different designs and materials. The walls were all wood paneling, and the ceilings were plaster, some with embossed designs. This was a house that belonged on the cover of Architectural Digest, but I knew it would never be on display.

We walked through the kitchen, which was equipped just as the chef of a five-star restaurant would have. Just beyond was a carved door no different than others we had passed. He opened it. I saw stairs going down into a faintly lit space that trailed off into darkness.

“This is the Dungeon. It’s actually the basement, but the area we’ll be going into I call the Dungeon because, well... that’s what it is. It’s mostly wood and stone, dimly lit, equipped as you might expect, to function in the manner often discussed on Fetworld.”

I took a deep breath and remained silent as I contemplated what lay ahead for me. I’d seen pictures, watched movies, read books, but this was the real thing. The desires I believed I wanted were about to actually come true. I felt my juices flow as my heartbeat stronger and faster at this realization.

His voice brought me back to the present. “As attractive as you look in those four-inch pumps, you may want to take them off to negotiate the stairs. They are rock. Mostly flat but better safe than sorry. Besides, in a few minutes, you’ll be absent all your clothes for some time.”

I quietly said, “Thank you” and slipped them off, thinking about his seemingly matter-of-fact attitude toward what lies ahead. A gentle prod set me in motion down the single file stairs, and into the dimness that lay beyond.

The steps were a bit rough. It was a good thing I was barefoot. The floor was also cool, not cold, the air not humid, as might be expected, just cool. Cool enough to perk up my nipples. I felt the dampness between my legs and the tingle of excitement the atmosphere was inducing. There was no single light to be seen—it was as if things glowed. He had to have some system of dim, indirect lighting. It was daunting and exciting at the same time.

“I believe we’ve agreed on red as a safe word?”

“Yes.”

“Then take off your clothes and put them on this table. You’ll find leather wrist and ankle cuffs over there. Sit on the bench and buckle them securely in place.”

I was a bit startled. His tone had changed, and I’d never been ordered to strip before. Regardless, I did as he instructed. I was determined to see this through, or at least as long as I could endure, and hopefully enjoy, whatever lay ahead. Feeling no shame or embarrassment, in fact feeling proud of myself, I stood, the rings on the cuffs making a slight jingling sound.

“Susan, you are quite striking. By far the most beautiful woman that has ever graced my Dungeon. By the way, do you prefer Sue or Susan?”

“Actually, with my good friends, I go by Susie.” Chuckling at my condition, I continued, “I think we’ve reached that point.”

“I’m glad you feel that way, as I do also. So Susie, walk with me over to that table.”

As we walked he handed me an object, asking if I had ever seen one before. “Yes, of course I’ve seen them, it’s a butt plug and before you ask, no, I have never used one—in fact I’ve never had anal sex.”

“Well, we’ll have to change that tonight.” His words caused another chill to run through me just as we reached the table. “Bend at the waist and lay forward on the table. Grab your cheeks and spread them. Most important, relax. I know that may be difficult. Just take deep breaths and slowly exhale. I’ll insert it slowly. It will be well lubed.”

Having made my compliance decision earlier, I did as instructed. Soon I felt its tip push against my exposed star. Deep breath, deep breath I thought as I tried to relax. Thinking of the stories I’d heard and read of women getting off on anal sex helped me take it in. Bigger and bigger it expanded me, until finally my sphincter snapped tight around its red jewel.

“Very good! You took that like a well-experienced woman.”

“Thank you. It actually felt... I can’t say good, but intriguing and certainly riveting.”

“I’m glad. Now it’s time to put those cuffs to work. Back to the bench. This cool air is clearly keeping your nips invigorated. I’m quite enjoying them.”

Little did I know then why he was so intrigued by them. In response to his compliment, I cupped my boobs and then let my fingers slide up, grab my nips, and stretch them up and out as I said, “Years ago I used to be somewhat embarrassed when they responded like they are doing now, but they are so pleasurable to touch and be touched that any awkwardness is long gone. Ahhh.” I sighed as I pulled and tweaked them.

By then I was back sitting on the bench, feeling like I was leaving a small puddle. My excitement had been building since dinner. After descending into the Dungeon it was maxing out. His words and actions had only driven me into more of a sexual craving. He had been playing me like a fiddle all night. I totally knew it, and there was nothing I could do about it. He was in complete control of me.

“Take those chains on the bench and floor; clip them to your wrist and ankle cuffs.”

Once again I did as instructed with no comment. What was the point? He was going to do things his way, at his speed. I was along for the ride. My only available option was to stop things with one word, otherwise it was his show.

He checked their tight connection, and then said, “Amelie, position one please.”

“Yes Sir.”

Immediately the chains started moving. My legs were pulled sideways as my arms were pulled upwards. Soon I was vertical; legs stretched wide, fully exposing my pussy, arms straight up, my heels just slightly on the floor. God, he knew just what he was doing. Expose me. Make my muscles barely taut, but enough to strain them, to stress me. A perfect tour-de-force of intimidating me.

“Now two last things. But before that, I must compliment you on your exquisite pussy. I love outies, and yours is probably the most impressive and sexy one I’ve had the pleasure to see in the flesh, so to speak. Your clit is absolutely glorious. So swollen and exposed.”

Meeting his stare, determined to show no apprehension, I said, “I’m pleased it impresses you. I’m rather fond of it myself.”

“Well, onwards. This, as you can see, is a leather riding crop. That is what you’ll be feeling shortly. And this is a soft foam blindfold with cavities for your eyes. That way you won’t feel any pressure on your eyeballs. You can even keep your eyes open if you care to, everything will still be black.”

As he was explaining the blindfold, he was fitting it on my head. He was right, total darkness with my eyes open. Then I heard the faint whoosh of the crop speeding through the air just before it hit my ass—thwack, thwack! One strike to each ass cheek. The pain was searing. I loved and hated it at the same time. I murmured softly, “Oh god” as I thought: so it begins.

Several more strikes had me almost in tears, tears that I knew would make no difference to him. Then pat after gentle pat to my clit. God, that felt good. I didn’t realize how close I was to cumming. Just a few more... Yes, yes, almost there. I wanted it so badly. Then snick, snick! The crop clipped each nipple, almost like a bee sting. I almost screamed from the shock. Once again searing pain. Right on the edge. An orgasm denied.

This went on and on. Strikes, soft and gentle to powerful and swift, even to my clit. Those were the worst. It felt like every nerve in my body was on fire and shrieking. I wasn’t sobbing out loud, even though that’s what it seemed he was trying to drive me to. Tears were running from my eyes and being absorbed by the foam of the blindfold. I resisted making any sound from the pain I felt. Somehow there was joy in it. Then and now it seems crazy, but I somehow needed it.

I thought of the egg. I resisted because I knew I could, and the reward would be great. So with my whole body trembling, I constantly wondered if the next caress of the crop would be soft and pleasing or harsh and painful, that was my plight, as I waited for the push over the edge that he had brought me to so many times.   

Finally, it came. I was totally exhausted, dripping with sweat and approaching what I thought would just be the end of just another buildup. The pain had to come soon. I was so very close to an orgasm. I just knew it could not go on. Then I sensed him very close to me, closer than he had been since this started. It was uncanny, but I perceived him just a few inches from me.

“You’re the only woman I’ve ever known to make no sound. I know, only from the responses and accounts of others that have been in your position, what you’ve been feeling. You amaze me in many ways.”

Breaking my silence, I managed to murmur, “Testing myself. Had a concept of what I was in for.”

He chuckled as he said, “Do you know you’re dripping like an old leaky faucet? You’ve created quite a little puddle.”

I uttered something that was meant as a laugh or chuckle, then said, “Does that turn you on?”  

After a pause, he said, “It certainly does add to your allure. So much so that I think it’s time to find your G-spot.”

“Oh fuck!” I exclaimed in surprise. As he said “G-spot” he simultaneously buried his two middle fingers deep in me, curling them against the top of my vag in search of the spot. His vigorous in-out movement, coupled with curling fingers, found it quickly.

Somehow the lingering sting in my ass, plus my throbbing nips and clit, combined with my many trips to orgasm’s edge, all contributed to my overall extreme arousal. It seemed to only take seconds for his skillful finger-fucking to bring me back to that edge, and this time he did not pull me back.

First I felt the familiar small tremors in my body. Then, with each of his powerful thrusts, a stronger and stronger galvanizing force radiated from my pussy through my body. The small tremors became shudders and then full body spasms as the orgasm ran through me.

“Oh my fucking god, I’m gonna cum! Fucking cumming. Yes, yes, YES!”

The orgasm took control of me. Another quickly followed and then another and another as he kept fingering me. I was riding the waves of an orgasmic roller-coaster when I started panting and gasping for breath. “I can’t... stop,” I breathlessly sputtered as my words degenerated into some combination of a scream and a moan.

“Do you want to?”

Yes, no, maybe, I thought. It was beyond amazing and scary as shit. I was spiraling out of control and loving it.

“Say your word and I’ll stop it.”

I just howled unintelligible words of ecstasy in reply. That’s when he pulled off the mask and our eyes met. Somehow I managed to see his caring and single-minded excitement. Then the room began to go even dimmer and seemed to tilt. The next thing I remember is sitting on the bench next to him, my head on his shoulder. I was totally confused.

“What? Why? I was... How did I get here next to you?”

“You passed out for a few minutes. I released you. Undid your cuffs. Wiped you with a damp towel to cool you down. Here’s some water, drink it. You’ve had a hell of an experience.”

I took the liter bottle and began to drink, staring at him as I did—mentally trying to process everything. I had seen the porn vids, chatted with subs and Doms at the website. I thought I knew exactly what to expect. This was way beyond what my brain had conjured up. And he had hooked me. However, if I ever wanted to fully admit that to myself, and maybe to him, was for future thought.

When I finished the water, he asked if I was okay to stand and walk. I said, “Sure” as I stood up; then quickly sat down again. “Well, maybe I’m a little weaker than I thought. With some help I’m good. Damn, you really took it out of me. Now I suppose you are going to fuck me... probably in the ass. I’m not so sure about that.”

He laughed. “You’re too much. ‘not so sure about that’ huh? Well, I promised you’d get an ass fucking tonight and I always keep my promises. Besides, I’m not one to let a good woman down, unless you say the word of course.”
 
He was quiet as I thought about that for a number of seconds. As weak as I felt, that part of me had not been one of the targets of his ravagement. Also, the butt plug had actually begun to feel intriguing, so in for a penny, in for a pound. “You really did a number on me, mentally and physically—not that I’m complaining. So you might as well have the last sexually virgin bit of me.”

“Okay, so up you go. We’re going over to the table where I originally put in the plug.”

“Where you’ll somehow tie me to it so I can’t move and then have your way with my ass.”

“If you were a different woman, yes, but you are singularly unique. So—“

“How am I ‘singularly unique’?” I asked as we made our way to the waiting table.

“I believe you have fully recognized your submissive nature and embraced it. You’re a woman a man could love, emphasis on could! So, as I was about to say, I’m going to do a trust experiment too, in some ways, test us both.”

“Oh goody! I love experiments,” I said in a snarky way, as I wondered about his ‘could love’ comment. It was pretty much true of me regarding him. By that time we had arrived at the table where I was to be anally deflowered.

“See those two handles?”

“Yup.”

“Spread your legs, lean forward, and grab them.” I did as he asked. He continued, “Normally, I would tie your wrists to them, but I’m going to trust you to hold them and not let go under any circumstances except if you’re using your word and ending things. That is my trust test.”

“So, you want to see if I’m submissive enough to follow your orders, no matter what, or if I’ll wuss-out and call it quits, right?”

“Essentially, yes.”

“Well, I’m bored with all this talk. Are you going to fuck me or not?”

Thwack! Thwack! Two quick palm slaps to my ass and then I felt the tug on the plug. A bit harder and out it came. I sorta missed the thing. The full feeling was beginning to be enjoyable. Then came the cool lube, around my star and into it. His cock could not be far behind. I prayed he would not go his full length at one thrust.

“Okay, deep breaths and relax back here. Really relax. The more you do, the easier everything works. The more you’ll enjoy it.”

I had my doubts about enjoyment, but thought of the plug and took deep breaths as he began to push in. Thankfully, it was a slow entrance. The push continued until what I assumed was all of him was filling me. Now I was panting, but feeling pretty good. His strokes started, and I finally felt myself completely relax back there. I missed the feeling of him reaching around and under me. I became startlingly aware the first time he flicked my clit.

“Oh god, my clit! Fuck! It’s so sensitive. Jesus!” I’d briefly forgotten about his cock pumping my ass, very briefly. This combo was going to make me cum and he had said nothing about holding that back. “Fuck yeah, caress my clit! I love your cock in me. Bone my ass. Make me cum. Fucking make me cum! I want your spunk in me! Oh god, my clit loves you.”

That old familiar feeling started. I knew the mountain top was not far away now. “Fuck it harder, faster. Fuckin DO me! Oh god yes... Now!” My quivering scream and shuddering body told the story. Then I felt the warmth flood me and heard a slight groan. I clamped down as hard as I could.

He came to a slow stop, deeply embedded. My hands still tightly gripped the handles. My breathing, and his, were starting to return to normal. “Uh, if you unclench it’ll be easier on both of us to disconnect.” I released the handles and flexed my hands. “I meant your sphincter, smart ass. I should spank you more.”

“Oh please Daddy, can I have more?” I was feeling pretty brassy at that point.

“Susie,” he said in a stern, powerful voice. I released. My ass really didn’t need or want any further attention anyway.  

We finished the night in his enormous bedroom with me in his clawfoot tub soaking in hot water steeped in white vanilla bath salts. The water was quite hot and the swirling odor wonderful. After about fifteen minutes I was completely physically and mentally relaxed and serene.

He carried me to the bed, laying me on a giant towel. After drying me, he gave me a massage with an aloe and shea butter-based cream, paying special attention to my boobs/nips and labia/clit. When he finished I felt no remnant of the torment he had put me through. My submissive curiosities and propensities had been gratified to the max. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him but settled on, ”I think the serendipity of our meeting was somehow preordained. You have given me the most enlightening and pleasureful evening of my life.”

“And the weekend has only begun,” he said, sporting a big grin. Standing by the side of the bed, his cock at ninety degrees to his body, he watched as I writhed in total comfort.

I felt a driblet of my juice ooze out and down to my star. God, I was so wet and ready. Where I found the energy I have no idea, but I wanted him in me. I wanted a “normal” fucking, if there was such a thing. Spreading my legs, like a good sub, our eyes again locked. I crooked my finger. “Just take me. I need you.”

He knew just what I needed. We made love. For the first time, I came and came from his compassionate, enchanting, taking of me. The was no doubt he was in charge, but it was a romantic control that affirmed my submissiveness.