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“The First Session” © 1997,  Sally26 (SWerth@Bigpond.com)

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This is a work of fiction for adults. If you are not an adult, or are
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The First Session

The woman who enters the room is nothing like what I had imagined - in fact,
she is so normal, so average, I guess, that I am both relieved and
disappointed.

Madame Ariane is in her middle age, not particularly tall, slightly plump.
She wears an ordinary sweater and jeans - no leather, no chains, nothing
that I would have imagined to be associated with a domme.

“I hear from your sister, that she wants me to introduce you to the
pleasures of pain and the art of being a slave”, she says, as she eyes me up
and down. I nod, not knowing how to address her properly. Is there a
protocol for these occasions?

“I gather she doesn’t want to do it herself, because she doesn’t like to
work with family”, she continues. Was it a statement, a question? I stand
still and wait as she walks around me, looking at me.

“Get undressed”, she orders. A protest rises in my throat because of the
suddenness of this command - after all, we hardly know each other - but I
think better of it and dutifully take off my sandals, shorts, t-shirt...
then I hesitate for a brief moment, but Madame’s looks tell me that she
means all my clothes, and so bra and panties quickly follow the other items
which I have thrown casually on a chair.

She walks around me again, inspecting me. She takes my right hand and gently
places it behind my back, just above my bum, then does likewise with the
left one. I feel an electric tingle as she briefly touches my inner thigh,
indicating for me to spread my legs a little further. I stand there fully
exposed, feeling fully exposed.
I hear rustling behind me then see her step in front of me again, stark
naked.

I lower my eyes.

“Look at me”, she commands, and I do. For a middle-aged woman, she is in
good shape. She is tanned, has good muscle tone, large, heavy breasts the
sheer weight of which makes them sag quite a bit, with small but prominent
nipples.  She is a natural blonde - or does she bleach her hair down there?
Surely not...

“Are you disgusted by me? ... by my being so much older than you?”, she
asks.  “Oh, not at all”, I assure her, quite genuinely. “Good,” she replies,
“because we cannot work together unless we are comfortable with each other.”

It is the last I get to see of her, because she now puts a blindfold over my
eyes, which totally deprives me of sight, of light... I am completely within
myself now, in a world of my own, where everything is black, where there is
no reality.

As she adjusts the blind, I feel her naked breasts touch me here and there,
and it thrills me - this intimacy with another woman whom I don’t even know.

She places one hand on my bottom, her thumb creeping inside the crack of my
cheeks, and by pressure of this hand and an occasional steering touch on my
shoulder, she pushes me into another room, a sound-proofed room as I can
tell at once as we enter, because even the normal background sounds of
traffic and city are suddenly swallowed up.

I bump against something knee-high - it must be a bed, or something. I am
guided onto it, subtle pressures here and there bending me until I am on my
hands and knees on this leathery, quite hard, surface. My knees are pushed
apart, then I am forced down on my elbows, and I am aware of how exposed I
must look in this position - my bottom thrust out, legs wide apart, giving
easy access to all those most vulnerable parts between my legs. I am
embarrassed, strangely enough not because of my general exposure, but
because my anus must be so visible... why does that disturb me?

I am not given much time to contemplate, as I feel a bar being attached
between my knees, keeping them firmly apart.

If I arch my back downwards, I can feel my breasts making contact with the
cool leather beneath me, and I become aware just how rock-hard my nipples
have become without my being aware of the transformation.
I feel Ariane’s nipples, and indeed the full and heavy bags of her breasts,
sliding across my back, and it sends thrills through my whole body right
down into my crotch. She strokes me gently, her hand resting on my buttocks,
her fingers over my slit, probing the wetness which is already there.

Suddenly I feel a great weight on me - Ariane must have dropped herself onto
my back - and I collapse downwards, my tits getting squashed beneath me with
a sudden jolt, causing quite a lot of pain, a jab at first in each breast,
followed by a dull, thudding pain. I want to clasp my hands to my tits, to
squeeze the pain out of them, but I can’t because they have been grabbed and
cuffed behind my back.

Ariane is sitting on my back now, pushing down quite heavily on it. I feel
her slit against my spine... is she wet, or do her pussy lips just feel
cool?

Her hand is back on my bottom now, still sliding up and down my slit with
her fingers then, suddenly, I feel a stinging pain in my right butt as she
slaps it, another sting as she slaps the left one, then a series of slaps,
making my bottom wiggle with each explosive contact.

Gradually, the target area widens - she is now hitting my upper legs and
lower back as well as my cheeks. Her slaps fall lower and lower on the
inside of my thighs, then gradually working their way up to my shaved and
exposed cunt, until finally the first slap hits my engorged lips. I buck in
pain, nearly throwing Ariane off, but with my legs forced apart and my hands
behind my back, I cannot get enough leverage to raise myself...

The slaps continue raining on and around my sensitive womanhood, I cry in
pain, but, at the same time, I am getting incredibly hot, physically and
emotionally. I feel my lower lips engorging more and more, both from the
punishment they receive and from my getting so incredibly turned on.

It stops - no more blows. I am sobbing quietly from pain, shame,
embarrassment, but I haven’t used the safe word, I’m still in the game.

I am being turned around - not an easy task considering my awkwardness with
knees spread apart by a bar - my sore bottom now slightly soothed by the
coolness of the leather, but inflamed further by the pressure of my own
weight on the tortured skin. I can feel Ariane standing over me, even though
I have no physical evidence for that fact. I tense up imagining what she
will do next.

A sudden slap of her hand between my legs makes me jolt up again, but I am
somewhat used to her hits in that area by now, and so relax and let her
continue. In fact, the more she slaps me there, the more the stings of
contact approach my clit, the hotter I get.

“You are enjoying this”, she suddenly exclaimed. “Your sister was right, you
are the perfect little punishment slave. But we can’t make things too easy
for you...”

The slaps stop, and again I feel Ariane’s weight on me, this time as she is
sitting on my belly. And yes, she really is wet herself, I can now tell for
certain!

‘Oh no’, I suddenly think, fearing the worst, ‘don’t hit my tits, please don
’t hit my tits’... but out loud I say nothing and therefore have no-one to
blame when my fears come true and the slaps start raining down on my tits,
intermingled with little flicks against my rock-hard nips. I feel my breasts
wobble, waves of  tit-flesh rolling back and forth with the waves of pain
going through them.

The safe-word? Shall I use the safe-word? But I bite my lip and endure,
feeling a warmth creep into my breasts both from the outside stinging slaps
inwards and from the inside out, until my breasts are molten lava.
Suddenly silence, relief, no more. Ariane has gotten off me. I concentrate
on the hot-spots of my body, my tits, which I can feel quite distinctly from
each other, my bum, my crotch, my painfully engorged clit...

I am so preoccupied, I don’t even realize how my feet are tied to a bar
similar to the one keeping my knees apart, how my arms are un-cuffed and
immediately re-cuffed to another bar, pulled outwards, so that I am now
spread-eagled, almost incapable of any movement at all.

Again, I am turned around very awkwardly, then made to kneel, with the bars
attached to hands and feet being locked into something behind me. A wide
belt is put around my belly, and then I feel it being pulled forward, so
that I am now tied up in a most awkward position arms and legs pulled back,
mid-riff pulled forward, immobilizing me totally, and exposing me
completely, vulnerably.

“What do you think?”, I hear Ariane’s voice. But the question isn’t directed
to me, as I quickly discover when I hear a muffled voice answer “great” - it
’s a distorted voice, but I can tell it’s a man’s voice.

I try to struggle, because I suddenly feel so totally naked and publicly
exposed, but it’s in vain, I can’t move. I feel the man’s hands all over me,
touching my breasts - lifting their heaviness then dropping them -  on my
belly, between my legs, then he strokes me from behind, dragging the edge of
his hand between my wet pussy lips and up between the cheeks of my bum.

He is naked and very turned on, I can feel the pre-cum covered tip of his
penis making contact with me as he touches me here and there.

‘He is not going to fuck me’, I think, but that doesn’t seem to be his
intention just at the moment. Instead, he attaches clips to all the
sensitive areas of my body, at first one to each tip of my nips, then
pinching the skin around the tips with his fingers, he attaches more clips
to the nipples themselves, then to the soft skin of my under-tits. From
there he moves to my crotch, attaching clips along each of my outer lips,
then pushing the hood of my clit back with his fingers, he teases it out and
attaches another clip there. I scream out in pain, but I don’t give in...

I am left for a while, contemplating, getting used to the pain, getting used
to the embarrassing position, and, surprisingly, getting more and more
turned on. When they came back, I am just about ready to explode.
Without any discussion amongst them or explanation to me, the bars are
unhooked, the bar between my knees is removed, and I am unceremoniously
thrown on my back on the bed. The clips are pulled off one by one, causing
sensational pain in the process, and indescribable relief afterwards.

The bar on my hands is hooked above my head, then the bar between my feet is
raised and also locked above my head, putting me into a totally cunt-exposed
kind of missionary position. I feel a ribbed condom against my lower lips -
there is a brief hesitation, perhaps to give me the opportunity to use the
safe word? - then I feel my male tormentor plunge into me and fuck the
living daylights out of me, roughly, rapidly, pulling and pushing my raw
tormented pussy-flesh until I cum with shudders running through my body.

As I come down a little, I am aware that he is still plunging into me, I
feel his tight ball-sac make contact with the base of my opening with each
stroke, and I climb that hill again until I cum again with unbelievable
force and intensity. He too reaches his climax  at this point, I can feel
him twitch in and against me, then he rolls off. I am almost sorry that he
didn’t fill me with his juices, that the condom took it all, because I would
have enjoyed feeling his wetness trickle out of me and down between the
cheeks of my bum.

I am unhooked, the bars are taken away, and I am allowed to rest, still
blindfolded. Shall I give them time to let the man go away, make this a
totally anonymous fuck? I am dying to see who has just entered my body so
intimately, but I wait.

Finally, I take my blindfold off, look at myself - everything still seems to
be where it is supposed to be, my skin is rather red from the mistreatment
it has received, but otherwise intact - then I notice my fucking partner
sitting at the bottom of the bed... my own main current lover, obviously
brought in on this by my sister.

He sits there sheepishly, wondering whether I’ll be angry with him, and for
a brief moment I am contemplating planting my knee firmly in his groin for
deceiving me like this, being part of my humiliation, but then I opt for a
hug instead. He knows about my fantasies, so there is no real reason he
shouldn’t be part of turning them into reality.

Ariane, fully dressed again, enters the room and gives me a kiss on the
forehead. “How did you go with your first session?”, she asks. I give her a
tight hug, words would not do just now...



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