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Faith Finds A Master (mrdfw@hotmail.com) (Mf, f solo, self torture,
BDSM)



The following material is for adults only.  It describes sex acts
bondage.  If you are forbidden to read or obtain this type of material
because of either content or your age please discontinue now.  It is a
work of adult sexual fantasy.  It's not meant to depict anyone real
either alive or dead.

Now that that's out of the way.  As I said this is a work of sexual
fantasy.  I like hearing from people who enjoyed the writing.  Please
drop me a line at mrdfw@hotmail.com if you enjoyed the story.



Faith Finds A Master (mrdfw@hotmail.com) (Mf, f solo, self torture,
BDSM)

I remember vividly the first time I ever engaged in anything
"kinky" in bed.  I was while I was attending college.  It was my
boyfriend's birthday and I bought him a set of handcuffs as a gag
gift and told him he could use them on me that night.  He was pretty
straight laced and didn't seem too enthusiastic about it.  My
roommate had gone home for the weekend so we had my dorm room to
ourselves.  When we got to the room that night he cuffed my hands
before we had sex.  It was the most incredible thing.  I came so hard
when he fucked me.  I thought I had cum before but it was nothing like
this.  I was panting and gurgling and pretty much passed out.  It kind
of freaked him out.  Like I said he was pretty straight laced.  Things
were awkward between us after that and we ended up breaking up after a
couple of weeks.

Bondage or anything like that never really interested me before that
night.  I have to admit though that I became completely obsessed with
somehow reliving the sex we had that night.  I took a strong interest
in BDSM.  I bought a few paperbacks that described really raunchy sex.
The heroine was always severely abused.  I masturbated countless hours
fantasizing about somehow being in the same situation myself.  I even
started a regimen of self-torture.  I accumulated a few toys - couple
of dildos and butt plugs, and an assortment of nipple clips and clothes
pins, a collar and cuffs, and a lot of rope.  But it was always just
masturbation.  I couldn't find a partner.  I only did the
self-torture sessions when I knew my roommate would be out of town.

When I graduated I moved to a big city in the East.  I spent a lot of
time on the internet surfing for bondage related images and stories.
One night I discovered a personals site which catered to the BDSM
community.  I submitted my profile and even posted a couple of pictures
of myself that I had taken with a timer.  I did my little self-torture
routine when I posed for the shots so they showed me nipple clamped and
dildo stuffed.  I blurred the face but my body was clearly visible.

I got some immediate responses.  It was understandable I guess
considering I have a pretty hot body.  I think so anyway.  I've
always played sports and am very lean.  My breasts aren't very big
but they are firm and have a very nice shape.  I waited a couple of
weeks and accumulated the responses until the new responses tapered
off.  Then I filtered through the responses and chose one guy who
looked pretty nice and sent a pretty hot email.  Our meeting was a
total disaster.  He wasn't as good looking as his picture and was
really awkward - a total loser.  He even lived with his fucking mom.
Can you imagine?  He fumbled around, groping me in the parking lot of a
local mall.  After a few minutes of that I just told him it wasn't
going to work out  and got back into my own car and went back home
frustrated.

Well I tried it two more times and, if possible, the rendezvous were
just as bad.  I seriously doubt if these two guys had ever even kissed
a girl let alone had sex with one.  And there was no fucking way they
had ever dominated a woman.  I was so frustrated when I went home I
purged all of the remaining messages and even started to remove my
profile but was having problems with my dial-up so I couldn't get it
off that day.  Well things got really busy at work so I kind of forgot
about the whole thing.

I forgot the whole thing until I got a message that is.  It was early
in the week and the message simply said to be at a local coffee shop
that Saturday at a given time and to have a leather collar on.  At
first I blew it off.  There was just no way I was going into a coffee
shop wearing a leather collar.  But for some reason I didn't trash
the message.  And as the week went on I started to seriously consider
complying with the anonymous command.  I mean I could buy a goth outfit
and the collar thing wouldn't be that out of place.  Right?

Well I didn't buy the goth outfit and I didn't wear a leather
collar but I did go to the coffee shop.  I put on a hot black dress
that I had and put on a choker I bought.  It was a compromise of sorts
I know.  By the time I got to the coffee shop I was a nervous wreck.  I
don't know why.  I had no real reason to believe this encounter work
be any different from the previous disasters.  I bought a coffee and
sat down facing so that I could see the whole shop.  It was very
crowded and no one stood out.  There were a few men seated alone so
that didn't help.  Fifteen minutes passed and nothing happened.  I
pretty much resigned myself to being stood up and began to read a
section of the paper that someone had left on the table when I sensed
someone standing over me.  He appeared to be in his early forties or so
(twenty years older than me), probably six foot, and powerfully built.
I know this a bit of a cliché but he could definitely be described as
ruggedly handsome.

"It's not quite a leather collar.  Is it?" the man said to me
looking at the choker I had on.

His statement caught me completely by surprise.  I felt like a little
school girl as I tried to fashion some kind of response.  "Ummm...
ummm... I didn't have one," I lied.  As soon as I said it I was
ashamed and blushed furiously.  I mean what did it matter that I lied.
I didn't owe this guy anything.

"They're not that hard to find if you really wanted to obey the
instructions," he said taking the seat across from me.  He seemed
very self-assured and confident.  Not like the other bumbling idiots I
had encountered up until then.  I, on the other hand, had turned into a
tongue tied little girl.  I couldn't think of anything to say and
just looked down at my hands which for some reason were sweating
profusely.  "My name's Eric," he said holding out his hand.

"Umm... Faith," I answered taking his hand.

"So have you done this sort of thing before?" he asked me.

"I've meet three guys and it didn't work out," I answered.

"I didn't mean the website, I meant submitting yourself to someone
sexually," he said.

I was kind of embarrassed to be discussing something so intimate with a
stranger and in a public place.  But, when I looked around no one
seemed to be taking an interest in us.  And something about his
demeanor made me want to confess all to him.  "Umm... just once in
college.  It's mostly fantasy," I confessed.

"What was that like?" he asked me.

"What?  You mean college?" I replied.

"Yes," he answered.

"I let my boyfriend tie me up once.  He didn't really like it so
much," I answered.  "I... I came really hard though," I
confessed.  I could feel myself blushing.

"Hmmm...  Well good," he answered and then didn't say anything
else.  Just looked me in the eyes.  His silence made me uncomfortable.
I had to drop my eyes.

I felt like I had to say something to fill the silence.  "I really
want to experience that again," I said blushing.  "I masturbate
thinking about it and have a few toys.  You know.  I few dildos and
clips and a collar and cuffs and such," I rambled.

"So you do have a collar?" he said.

"I... I...," I stammered.  I felt so foolish being caught in a lie.
 "Yes.  I'm sorry," I answered.  I was so flustered at this point
I didn't know how to act.  I could feel tears so embarrassment
welling up in my eyes.  I don't really know what was coming over me.

"Don't worry about it," he said.  "What are you driving?" he
asked.

"The green Honda," I answered turning and gesturing.

"Okay.  I'll pull up and you can follow me," he said rising.  I
rose in a fog and started moving toward the door.  He followed me
closely and put his hand on the small of my back as we worked through
the crowded café.  I was worried he could feel me trembling.  I was
scared and excited at the same time.  Right before we got to the door
he moved in front of me and held the door for me.  He walked me to my
car then went to the parking lot.  A couple of minutes later he pulled
just past my car in a huge SUV with some construction company logo on
the side.  I pulled out behind him and followed him.  It only took a
few minutes to get to a large house in a pretty affluent neighborhood.
He pulled into the garage.  I stopped in the driveway and walked into
the open garage where he was waiting.

 From the minute I walked into the house I was having second thoughts.
"Umm... I don't think this is going to work out," I was mumbling.

He just looked at me for what seemed like an eternity.  "I
understand.  It's a pretty big step to trust someone to tie you up.
Isn't it?" he said.

"Umm... Yeah.  I guess," I answered.

"Well.  We'll go slow.  Maybe just get to know each other a little
better tonight and try again some other time.  Would you like a
drink?" he asked as he walked to a bar.

"Umm...  Yes.  Please.  A rum and coke please," I said.

He poured two drinks and handed me one.  "So tell me about your
encounter in college," he prompted.  I told him the story about
wanting to give my boyfriend a unique birthday present and so on.

"...and now you fantasize about bondage?" he asked taking my glass
from me and returning to the bar.

I didn't realize I had guzzled it so fast.  I guess it was nerves.
It was a strong drink too.  I could feel it.  "Yes.  All the time
really," I answered.

"What kind of things do you fantasize about?" he asked as he fixed
the fresh drinks.

"Everything really.  I've gotten a few books and read them.  I put
myself in the heroine's position when I fantasize," I confessed.

"Bondage?  Punishment?  Humiliation?" he asked.

"Yes... yes... all of those things," I confessed a little
breathlessly as he handed me my drink.  I was getting quite flustered.
He was standing pretty close to me.

"You understand that fantasy and the real world are quite different
don't you?" he asked.

"Umm...  Yes.  I know," I answered.

"I don't do any of that safe word crap.  As far as I'm concerned
a safe word is just a way to top from the bottom.  Once a session
starts I will make sure it goes to fruition.  Do you understand?" he
asked.

"Umm... No.  Top from the bottom?" I asked.

"It's when the submissive defines the itinerary for the session and
when it ends.  There will be none of that," he answered me.

All I could do was stammer, "Umm."

"Don't worry.  I won't push you too much harder than you can
take," he said.  "After all.  I don't want to scare you off."
He seemed so confident.  To him it was a foregone conclusion that I was
going to submit to him.

It was starting to seem like a foregone conclusion for me too.
"Okay," I answered dumbly.  I drained my glass.  "Umm...  I
should probably go," I said turning to put my empty glass down.

"Okay," he said.  He gestured to a small table along the wall.
"Write your cell number.  I'll give you a call sometime," he
said.  I wrote my number down and then stood ready to leave.

"Would you like to see some gear before you go?" he asked.

"Umm... OK," I answered hesitantly.

He led me to what I guess was a spare bedroom.  There was a table with
a large gym bag against one wall.  He walked to the table and unzipped
the bag and poured the contents onto the table.  There were several
dildos of various sizes, clamps of different types, and a lot of
leather gear - you know cuffs and collars and straps.  I edged to the
table and he stepped back.  I looked the gear over.  I was pretty
fascinated by the stuff.  I had seen it hanging in adult stores but
never really got the courage up to exam it more than casually.  I
seemed to lose awareness that Eric was there and played with the gear
totally uninhibited.  I was fingering a fat dildo, you know, kind of
feels the texture when it occurred to me that these toys had probably
all been used on someone at one time or another.  It sent a nasty
little thrill through my body.  I was so tempted to hold it to my face
and smell it or lick it to see if I could sense a past user of the
thing.  I put the dildo down and was unconsciously fiddling with a
leather collar while I looked at the rest of the gear.  It was a real
bondage collar, not the cheap dog collar I had bought for my
masturbation games.  It was well made and padded on the side that
touched the throat.  There were several rings along its length.  I was
horny as hell and in a bit of a trance I guess.  Eric broke my reverie
by saying "Go ahead and put it on if you want."  I looked up at
him.  With trembling fingers I tentatively raised it up to my throat.
I realized I still had the choker on.  I put the collar down and took
off the choker.  I put it down on the table and lingered like that for
a few seconds trying to decide if I really wanted to put the collar on
or not.  "Go ahead," I heard Eric say quietly.  I picked the collar
up again and put it to my throat.  I began fastening the buckle to the
back of my throat.  I stood there absently fingering the leather of the
collar.  "Turn around.  Let me see," Eric said.  I turned and faced
him.  For the life of me I couldn't meet his eyes.  "Nice," he
said approvingly.  I stood there for several minutes looking at the
floor - ashamed and horny as hell.  "Take off your clothes," he
ordered.  I looked up into his face for a split second before lowering
my eyes again.  I stood there debating whether to obey or not.  I so
desperately wanted to, but my inhibitions were holding me back.
Finally as if they were autonomous my hand came up to the top button on
my dress.  I played with the button for a few seconds I guess and then
I undid it.  I unbuttoned the next tentatively.  I unbuttoned the rest
and the dress hung open still on my shoulders.  I stood there before
him with the dress unbuttoned hanging open with my arms at my side for
the longest time.  I was trembling and practically panting.  I was so
turned on.  I was afraid my juices were leaking down my leg.

"Get on your knees," he said eventually.  I hadn't even got the
dress off.  Slowly I lowered myself to my knees.  He moved before me
and stood there.  First me head was bowed but then I raised my eyes to
his crotch where I could see the outline of his cock against the front
of his pants.  He saw me eyeing his cock.  "Take it out," he said.
I slowly raised my hands to his fly and unzipped his pants.  I fished
my hand into the front of his pants and felt his semi-erect dick.  I
pulled it out and held it in my hand.  It was definitely the largest
cock I had ever seen.  Semi-erect it was as big as the largest hard
cock I'd ever seen - not that I've seen that many.  It was so
beautiful I thought at the time.  I found myself putting my face to it.
 I just couldn't help myself.  It was so impulsive.  I rubbed his fat
cock all over my face.  I felt so slutty kneeling there with my dress
open smearing a stranger's prick all over my face.  Sticky little
strings of precum were adhering to my cheeks and nose.  I could feel
his cock hardening against my face.  It gave me a funny tingle of pride
to know I was responsible for him hardening like that.  I heard some
strange whimpering and mewling sounds and realized they were coming
from me.  I was a total wreck - panting and whimpering.

I wanted Eric's cock in my mouth so desperately.  I licked up and
down the length several times, kissing and lapping all over his
beautiful cock.  I licked at the piss hole to taste his precum then put
the fat purple head into my mouth.  I wasn't really very experienced
sucking cock at the time.  I desperately tried to jam the fat prick to
my mouth as far as it would go.  I gagged, pulled back, then tried
again forcing his cock against the back of my throat.  There was still
a lot of it that wasn't even in my mouth yet.  I repeated this a
couple of times - gagging violently every time as I tried desperately
to throat Eric's cock.  Tears were streaming down my face.  The next
time I tried Eric grabbed two hands full of hair and held my head
firmly and pushed his cock against my throat.  I felt something give
and his cock popped into my throat.  He pushed until his pubes were
pressed against my nose.

"Yeah.  You got the whole mother fucker in your throat now, slut,"
he said.  The sensation of having his cock in my throat was incredible.
 His demeaning remark just added to my lust.  He held my hair firmly
and started thrusting into my throat with short violent jabs.  His cock
head never withdrew from my throat.  It was long before I was desperate
to breathe.  I mean his cock was blocking my whole wind pipe.  He
wouldn't let me escape his grasp though.  "Hold still you fucking
slut," he ordered me sternly.  He continued to thrust into my face
for several more seconds.  My eyes were bulging out of my head and
tears were streaming down my face before he finally withdrew.  He
pulled all of the way out of my mouth.

I fell back on my heels gasping and coughing trying to catch my breath.
 "Bastard," I said looking up at him as I wiped the tears from my
face.  But I didn't get up.  I don't know why.

He allowed me a couple of minutes to regain my composure then asked,
"Are you ready to try again?"  I don't know what came over me but
I meekly nodded and rose off of my heels to take his cock in my mouth
again.  "It's not how much of my cock you can get in your mouth
that's important.  It's what you do with the part that's in your
mouth.  Just hold a couple of inches in your mouth and suck hard." He
instructed.  I did what he said.  "Yeah.  Fuck yeah," he moaned.
"Suck harder, slut.  Suck it like you're trying to draw my cum out
of my nuts."  I sucked his rod as hard as I could, drawing my cheeks
in with the effort.  "Fuck.  I'm going to make a cocksucker out of
you after all," he said.  "Yeah.  Eat that cock, slut," he
chided.  "Fuck yeah.  Little cocksucking whore.  Eat that cock," he
continued to use the demeaning language.  It just spurred me on.  I was
crazy with lust and desperate for his cock.  After a few minutes of
this he grabbed two hands full of hair and forced his cock down my
throat again.  He thrust several times then pulled out, then thrust
deep into my throat again.  He repeated this over and over.  I was able
to draw air into my lungs when he pulled out.  Finally he jammed
himself into my throat to the hilt and stopped there.  It seemed like
his was in my throat for an eternity and I grabbed his hands and
started to struggle.  "Put your hands down, whore," he ordered.  I
tried to calm myself and put my hands down.  He withdrew his cock after
I obeyed.  I fell back on my heels again.  He stepped closer as he
jacked his cock off.  After a few seconds his cum erupted from his cock
and splattered across my face.  It was such a humiliating feeling to
have him shot his load on my face.  It made me so horny.

"Fuck yeah," he said as he fell into a chair nearby.  I kneeled
there with his cum streaming down my face.  It was an incredible
sensation.  "Come here," he ordered and I crawled the few feet to
him.  He held his hand out to me.  There were a couple of drops of his
cum on his hand.  I obediently licked them off.  I was so turned on.  I
reached up to clean the cum off my face but he ordered, "Leave my cum
on your face, slut."  He stood grabbed my by the arm to help me up,
then guided me before a mirror.  The splatters of cum were on my cheek,
nose, and upper lip.  I stuck my tongue out and licked the cum off of
my lip.  "Get out now.  I'll call you soon.  Be ready," he said
and hustled me out the door with his cum still on my face and my dress
still unbuttoned.

I got in my car and started to drive home.  A few blocks down the road
I pulled my car over into a deserted parking lot.  I scooped a dollop
of the cum of my face and put it into my mouth as I fingered myself.  I
came so hard.

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