Message-ID: <15674eli$9809280849@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/15674.txt> From: "Sasha Stephens" <november919@hotmail.com> Subject: ST: Domination of Trent [3/n], m/f femdom Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980928022714.2591.qmail@hotmail.com> The rest of November's stories are available at November's Erotica, a free site: www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/Underground/3193 _______________________ Domination of Trent (3/N) by November Tuesday "Trent," I ask softly, "would you like to cum?" He moans, tosses his head to the side. "Please." He says. It is just one word, and very quiet. "You would like that?" "Yes." So quiet I can barely hear him. His head lulls, helpless, to the side. "You would like that," I repeat idly, as if contemplating it. He is pinned, stretched, and exquisitely spread and ready for me. I stand back and stare hungrily at his spread legs and ass cheeks, prone oozing asshole, and tight nipples clipped with clothespins. His cock is clasped by the ring at the base and is turning purple. He lies, silent, waiting. I pick up the cold metal crop. It swings down in a perfect silvery arc and with the flick of my wrist bites into his left nipple. I am rewarded with a shocked gasp, but before he can catch his breath again I flog the right one in precisely the same manner. His sensitive nipples attempt to harden but are curtailed by the pinch of the clothespins. Two more swats to them, and then I drape the cold metal over his cock and balls. He squirms and cries out. He looks like crawling, contracting flesh in his leather restraints. A man's legs, tight and sexy, spread in humiliation. I creep around the back of the chair, keeping my heels from sounding on the parquet, and quickly grab a fistful of his hair. His upper lip curls back, emphasizing the sensous dip in the middle. A sharp breath rattles in his throat. "Trent." The more he twists his head back the harder I pull. "You are going to tell me some things today." "Uh - okay." He is taken aback. Not what he expected to hear. I let go of his hair and remove the clips from his nipples and watch as the pink returns to them. Knowing that they are hurting and tingling with the sensation of blood re-flooding them, I swat each of them hard three times in succession. He tenses and gives a tiny whimper. From the cart I take a candle and light it, coughing softly to mask the sound, and from a small dish I take an ice cube. I put the ice on his poor red nipples. The blood which has just flooded in again wants to escape the chill and his eyes close. I notice a drop of pre-cum on his thigh. I smile. I let go of the ice and it rolls down the hollow past his sternum, slows in his navel and, as he squirms, rolls to the side. I undo the leather restraints holding his feet and thighs. I undo the shackles on his hands and he looks perplexed. This isn't the normal rhythm of a session. I however want him on his back. I switch the hooks so that his hands are crossed, then I tell him to turn over and stand bend at the waist. I adjust the dentist's chair so that he is leaning over a waist-length padded surface, his knees bend, and ass in the air. I re-tie him at the knees, so he has no choice but to have his ass sticking out. And he has a cute little ass. It is as white as the rest of him, and is tiny and tight, like the ass of a young boy. I want to fuck it, and I wonder with a grin who else has been there. His cheeks spread naturally, rendering the wire spreading apparatus obsolete. I throw it to the side of the chair and then select a longer, rougher crop. One two three four five six seven eight, nine! I whip his ass nine times, hard, in quick sucession. He holds silent until the last two strokes when a cry is jarred out of him. With my hand I stroke the tender reddening flesh. I can see the leather holding his balls, and his blood-engorged cock hanging heavily down, as red as the stripe on his ass. I gently touch my lips to the hollow in his back, above his buttocks. Though I have just reddened his hide, this makes him squirm and moan more than anything yet today. I kiss there twice more, up a small trail in that hollow and then, just as abruptly, I smack his ass in a downward stroke, first the left, then the right, again, and again, and again. He is shaking visibly. My lips and my whip are on him simultaneously, and to him the distinction between pleasue and pain blurs into one, two images superimposed, adding and building into one exquisite shivering sensation. More lashes to the ass. I let myself lose a little control, and with nails like claws I rake his sweet flesh and leave parallel pink marks dark down his back, from neck to ass. I retrace these paths, this time with fingertips so delicately it is barely a touch. He shudders and I see more lube ooze from his ass. Swiftly, I swing the crop, underhanded, so that it softly smacks his pendulous balls, then curves around to lash the base of his cock. I do this three times more. "Trent, have you ever been fucked up the ass?" "No." "Have you been fingered there?" "Yes." "Tell me about it." He clears his throat, and slowly speaks. "My ex girlfriend did it once, very briefly... and someone else did it once..." He stops. "It was a man." Statement, not question. "Yes." I smack the crop down hard on his ass. "I told you to tell me, Trent." "Ok..." he seems to be struggling to assemble his thoughts. " It was my friend Butch." Butch Vig? My mind reels. He was cute! "...he used to suck my cock on occasion." "Was he good?" "God yes." "And what happened the first time he put his finger in your ass?" "It was good. I was a little self conscious... but then he... sort of curled his finger, and it felt so good." "What else was he doing?" "Sucking... he was sucking hard, down to the base, building up this suction. An he reached around... and spread my cheeks... and put his finger there, no lubrication. He wiggled it up there anyway," Trent is now breathing jaggedly "and... I don't know what he did to this day." He was squirming. "It felt so good. I came instantaneously and just came and came and came." The back of his neck is burning naked red. I smile. "Do you think about it a lot?" Silence. "Yeah." "What are you doing when you think about it?" Like a vulture. I almost feel a downward swoop. I'm dizzy. "I think about it when I'm jerking off." "How do you jerk off?" Long pause. "With my hand. Lube. Whatever is around. I take a long time. I look at videos." "And when you cum?" "I let it squirt everywhere, usually. Clean up later." I graze his ass with my hand. "That's very good, Trent, you have done well. Thank you." I feel heat build up in the leather encasing my crotch, wet, heat barely contained, wanting to trickle out. >From the cart I select a slender buttplug - approximately the size of his thumb. I cover it with lubrication and swiftly insert it. In. He shakes and shudders at the startling invasion, and then, the thin part is past his sphincter, and its vinyl base remains between his spread cheeks. I remove the pressure, and it stays in place. "What does that feel like?" I ask. part 4 will be up soon. _______________________ The rest of November's stories are available at November's Erotica, a free site: www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/Underground/3193 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>