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If you are offended by graphic language involving sex, dominance,
submission, and S&M or are under 18 years old- DON'T READ THIS STORY !!!
Copyright VtDom@aol.com, all rights reserved. Any resemblance to real
persons living or dead is probably not a coincidence but I have combined
and slightly embelished my own early experiences as a dom and changed
names to protect the guilty. Enjoy- comments welcomed and encouraged.
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I met Ann though an ad I had placed in the local "alternative" paper
seeking women curious about submission. I'm a male dominant who
discovered his destiny of authority long after I left New York City and
rooted myself in rural Vermont. Although this has got to be the last
place one would look for an active D/s scene, I have discovered I have
the advantage of little competion. My ads invariably attract a few right
wing Christian cranks irate enough to pay $1.99 a minute to inform me
I'm going to burn in hell, as well as a few radical feminists who
threaten to find me and "out" my identity to the community at large. But
I also have heard from a few curious women wondering what I meant by
"only answer if you can submit out of strength, not weakness". I've
observed many subs seem to view submission as a rescue or escape that
will free them from having to be responsible for anything in their
lives. Personally, I find this a big turn-off. I'm most excited by a
strong, opinionated woman whose submissive desire is largely hidden. To
me the whole FUN of it is the chase- identifying and targeting the
suppressed fantasies and frustrations in her head and drawing out the
inner submissive. With patience and care I win her confidence in order
to learn about her fantasy life, and then I create a scene in her head,
and often later for real, which fits that desire like a key fits a lock.
Ann was a little younger than me, 35, with that sultry brunette look
that combines a certain angst with a playful, irreverent sense of humor.
She had that kind of dark sexiness that appealed to the ex-New Yorker in
me. Although she tried to be polite and understated in the New England
manner, she could be sharp and pointed in her speech once got to know
her. We talked on the phone a few times and she told me about her recent
separation from her husband of 10 years. She described how they met in
graduate school here in Vermont, and he swept her off her feet with his
bold and plucky manner. He was a hockey player of some fame, and she
recalled how he combined an aggressively sexy domineering style with a
great confident patience. He waited until their fourth date to make his
move, until her arousal stemming from his growing power over her was
unconcealable.
A few years out of school, though, her husband's sports interests had
seemed more and more confined to watching ESPN. They rarely went out as
he was always too tired or worried about missing an important game on
TV. His job consumed more and more of his time as well, and they moved
out to the far suburbs where their social isolation was fairly complete.
She worked as an administrator at a technical college and her life
devolved to a stultifying routine of working and dull domestic chores.
The fire her husband used to ignite in her with his looming presence was
nearly out, and she wondered what this pot-bellied man with a remote
attached to his arm had done with her hero. When he started coming home
later and later from "meetings" at work, and the phone kept ringing with
no one on the other end when she answered, it was clear what was up. She
had filed for divorce a few weeks later.
Ann was perceptive enough to realize that in her heart she desired a man
who she felt utterly understood her. Understood her enough to know she
needed to wield her personal power freely in the world of business and
public life. But behind closed doors, she knew that a feeling of being
the property, the toy of her man, subject to the total caprice of his
will, was capable of making her so excited she would lose track of all
else but the ache in her dripping sex that seemed to have spread through
the whole center of her body. When we met in person for the second time,
over dinner and a few glasses of wine I got her to talk more about her
fantasies, and it was clear from how she shifted in her seat and
inclined her spine toward me she was becoming more and more aroused. I
told her my interest was in a woman not afraid to display her need to
me, who was willing to beg for what she wanted or what I asked her to
beg for depending on my whim. I had trained my last sub to use only the
crudest and most direct descriptive terms for any sexual request or
statement she made in the context of a scene. I just loved to see the
embarrassed yet clearly aroused look on a normally proper woman's face
as she begs me to "Suck my wet cunt, please Master, oh please suck the
juices out of my little fuck hole ! I'll do anything if you'll let me
cum again Master!"
I told Ann casually that if she wanted to live out some of her fantasies
with me, all she had to do was ask. I made clear by the lift of one brow
on the word "ask" that is was quite clear how I required her to ask. She
said "Well, I want you to take me back to your place and have your way
with me." My silence and expectant smile told her this wasn't quite
clear enough. "Okay, how about I want you to take me right home and fuck
the shit out of me, Sir !". Her faced flushed crimson as she looked
nervously around to see if anyone had overheard us, but she was so
clearly excited too. Abruptly I said "Let's go" and we walked quickly to
my house. As we walked by a dark alley, I couldn't resist shoving her up
against its wall and pressing my body to hers. I felt her relax and
soften in my firm embrace, and I looked directly into her face only
inches away. Even in the dim bluish streetlight I could see the fierce
will drain from her face and a mask of pure desire and submission cover
her features. Her lips parted slightly, and I could see her breath
emerge in rapid small puffs into the crisp night air as I pressed my
hard cock against her leg. I reached beneath her dress and immediately
began fondling her dripping lips and hole. I watched her face contort
with pleasure and a low moan escaped her lips. I hadn't even kissed her
yet and here I was working my fingers in and out of her cunt. She was
almost swooning now, and I thought better of continuing in this
semi-public spot. So I grabbed her by the waist and we hurried the
several blocks to my place. I could hardly concentrate on anything but
my throbbing cock and the delicious smell wafting up from my fingers.
In my haste I practically shoved her in the door and locked it behind
us. By now she was whimpering with submissive desire, begging me to
"Touch my cunt again, Sir, please touch me.....". I recovered my
composure for a minute and decided to toy with her a little more. I
ordered her to strip and to entertain me by lewdly displaying her body.
She meekly complied and began gyrating her hips around the room to some
hip-hop I tuned in on the stereo, avoiding my eyes at first and
reddening with embarrassment as she held her tits pressed together right
to my face and I twisted and tweaked her nipples. I retrieved two
vibrators, one small and one large, from the bedroom and ordered her to
stand over me as I lay on the floor and she spread her cunt lips for me.
I reached up idly fondled her sopping slit, and she bit her lip almost
ready to topple over as I worked 2 fingers in and out. Then I switched
on and inserted the larger vibrator into her cunt and instructed her to
grip it for dear life with her cunt muscles. I told her all good sluts
should learn to tighten their cunts on command around their Master's
cock, and this would be her first training session. I let go of the
vibrator and she bore down on her wet pussy to hold it in place. Then I
switched on the small one and held it against her clit. I could see the
effort contort her face as she vainly tried to keep the vibrator from
slipping out of her as she grew more and more lubricated. Finally it was
too much and the vibrator shot out of her onto my chest. I bolted up
from the floor and barked for her to bend over and hold her ankles. I
slipped a rigid plastic wand from the blinds and lay it hard three times
across her taut cheeks, leaving beautiful crimson streaks. Ann burst
into tears, and I told her she'd have to tone her pussy muscles more as
I grabbed her arms behind her back and hustled her to the bedroom.
I pushed her back on the bed. I had prearranged the restraint straps
attached to the corners of the bed, and swiftly I fastened the leather
straps about her ankles and wrists and secured her hands to the bed. I
pulled my spreader bar from the closet and clipped her feet to it, and
then hoisted her legs off the bed until the wrist straps pulled tight
enough to restrain her. I paused for a minute to admire her lithe body
straining against the straps with pure need, her legs wide and high, her
wet pussy totally accessible to me. I didn't blindfold Ann because I
wanted her to be able to see what I was doing . I played with her cunt,
teasing and pulling on the wet lips. I'd grip her wet outer lip and pull
outward, letting the lube and pressure finally pop it from my grip. I'd
alternate swirling my tongue around her clit, applying suction to it
while working my lips over it, with slapping her lips with the crop-
gently at first. I loved the wet smacking sound of the leather crop
striking her wet flesh, so I decided I needed better access as her lips
kept reflexively trying to close as I pussy whipped her. So I arranged
two mousetraps on strings I had put together clamped to her outer lips
and tied them off to the spreader bar.
Now her pussy was spread wide open, the inner lips standing out wet and
engorged with blood. I began striking her hole and lips smartly with the
crop as she writhed amusingly against her bonds, her face racked with
pain and pleasure. The leather made a wonderful wet slapping sound as I
rained blows all over her wet cunt, ending with a few minutes of light
staccato drumming directly to her clit. Finally I couldn't ignore the
engorged hardness of my cock, and I moved quickly up to her head. I
stripped off my pants and shirt and shoved my rock hard head to her
mouth. As I roughly fucked her head she hollowed her cheeks and sucked
fiercely. She swirled her tongue around the tip as I pulled out, and
made little gurgling strangling noises as I strained to bottom my cock
as deeply as possible into her hot slut mouth. I reached over to the
night stand for a nipple chain, and I heard her muffled groan as I
clipped it to her breasts. I had also retrieved a rubber from the
drawer, and I yanked my cock from her mouth with a wet popping sound and
unrolled it over my stiff tool. I moved to the foot of the bed and
crawled up between her legs. In one swift motion I plunged into her and
began fucking her reddened wet hole. I could feel the mousetraps
stretching her lips out, as I fucked into her the strings pulled tight.
I heard her grunt with each hard thrust as the clamps yanked at her
tender cuntflesh. I reached down and put the nipple chain in her mouth,
ordering her to pull her head up and pull her own nipples. With each
hard thrust her tits bounced against the clamps, jerking her sensitive
nipples violently. I was really pounding her now, and from her vacant
expression I could tell she was floating in that zone where pleasure and
pain have become one and all track of time is lost. I felt her cunt
spasming around my cock in orgasm, and the waves of contractions felt
like a huge wet hand milking my cock. I felt the sperm well up in my
balls, and with several brutal thrusts I shuddered and came deep inside
her. I felt like I was pouring myself through my cock, the pent up
arousal of the scene driving the cum in a torrent of pleasure from my
loins.
We lay together for awhile, and I held and kissed her gently. I undid
her clamps and bonds, and soothed her somewhat sore pussy with my
tongue. Soon she was thoroughly aroused again, and we made sweet gentle
love for awhile before drifting off to sleep.
Ann went away a short while later on a several month long visit to
another college on the West Coast as part of a study she's involved in
at work. So we haven't had a chance to repeat our adventure. But I
sometimes lay awake at night, and the last thing I see before dropping
off is her face twisted with that blissful mix of pain and pleasure that
only our special brand of love can provide.
FINFINFINFINFINFINFINFINFINFINFIN
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