Cynthia’s beginning part 2 – M/f – d/s

I want to inventory each step along the path. But, to be fair, it was a slow one at first. Each day seemed to add a new small step of perversion and sexual discovery for Cynthia. It would take too long to detail it all.

We moved very slowly. Tieing her legs and her hands. Having her beg to cum. Having her call me sir. For the most part it was all the same though. I’d tie her up on the bed and fuck her. We added layers each time. This time I spanked her as we fucked. This time she begged to cum. This time I threatened to fuck her ass. This time I tied her kneeling and that time laying. Hands up, hands down, etc. Then we started to incorporate pain. A bit of spanking. Nipple biting. Some smacks to the face.

The first night I spanked her, we were both taken back by how much she loved it. We were naked. Her across my knee. I demanded she count each spank and by 20 she was begging me to fuck her. Begging to have my cock inside her. I made her wait to 50. She came so hard I thought she would pass out.

The first big discovery was her understanding that it wasn’t rape that turned her on as much as it was the lack of control. Even more so, she came to realize that it was her WILLING surrender of control that got her off so hard.

We tried to play one night were she fought back and cried “no no” a lot. Holding her down with her hands twisted to the small of her back, face down in the bed, ass in the air as I took her from behind. It was fun and we both came, but for her it felt a bit silly.

Then one night, I had her hold still on threats that I would finger her ass. On her hands and knees, from behind. I fucked her slowly and told her she couldn’t move. I slowly let my finger, wet with spit, slide around the ring of her anus telling her if she moved I would slide it in. She came fast and hard and shook and when I slid my finger in as threatened, she moaned with shame and pleasure.

“It sort of felt good,” she said after, “but knowing that I deserved. That I had earned it for failing to do what you told me, it made if feel so good. It made me feel dirty and that felt right.”

“Then,” I said, “One day soon, I am going to fuck you in the ass.”

She licked her lips, “I’m weirdly looking forward to it.”

After that, anal play was common as I worked her to be able to take my cock.

Anal was something, like all good girls, that she abhorred. And the idea of it now though hadn’t as much changed as focused on that. She tried to explain it to me that when I fingered her ass or did other things to her, she felt like a sub. She felt lesser than me, like she didn’t have control and shouldn’t have control because she should only exist to please me. It turned her on so much, especially as how vile the act seemed.

Then one night, without telling her it was the night, I deemed her ready for me. I was spanking her while she masturbated. I had ordered her to masturbate. Making her count each stroke. Around 30 she started begging for permission to cum. I didn’t give it and she didn’t slow up in the slightest. She kept rubbing herself while begging and counting. What a good girl.

“35, please, please, please. 36, I’m so close, I can’t last.” And so on. What strikes me now and struck me then. She didn’t stop. I had ordered her to masturbate and even as the orgasm closed in, even as she realized that she was going to cum and I would punish her, she didn’t stop because I had ordered it. She knew that I would punish her if she came. But an order was an order. It happened around 44. She couldn’t hold back any longer and as she shuddered against me, I was reaching for the lube before it stopped.

She said nothing, knowing as soon as she felt the lube squirting against her ass hole what was coming. I fingered it slowly, spreading the lube and working it into her. Then I ordered her onto her knees and to suck me.

“You came without permission,” I said.

“I am sorry sir,” she said softly.

“I am going to punish you,” I said.

“Yes sir, I deserve it,” she said simply.

“Good, now lube me up for your ass,” I said.

She grabbed the lube and nervously began greasing me up. I moved her onto the bed, onto her back and probed with my fingers, more than ready and her pussy was swollen and red.

My cock slipped into her ass easily.

“Masturbate,” I said about halfway in, not moving, letting her grow used to it. She did, rubbing her clit and she bit her lip as I slid all the way into her and began to slowly fuck her.

I went very slowly and she moaned the whole time. I was propped up above her, watching her face and looking her directly in the eyes.

“You like this don’t you,” I said.

“Yes sir,” she said, “it’s just . . . .” She cut off gasping. “It’s just, I feel so right.”

I just grinned and picked up a bit of speed. Soon, so surprisingly soon, she asked to cum.

“Tell me whats happening,” I said, not slowing down, “explain whats making you cum.”

“Oh fuck sir,” she gasped, “your fucking my ass like a whore and I’m fingering my clit and all because I disobeyed you and deserve to be punished. Oh please please.”

“Cum,” I said, “cum for me.” I began to pick up speed, fucking harder and faster and she began to cum. My orgasm started before hers had subsided.

This was a defining moment. A disgusting sexual act that she deserved, deserved for failing me. In being punished for something she felt was “owed” she had gotten off. She had felt sexually more satisfied in taking it up the ass than almost any other sexual experience in her life.

Cynthia was a brilliant woman. She would go on to earn a PHD. You don’t give her shit. But, in the bedroom, she was starting to understand that what turned her on most was being a good little slave. Being almost objectified.

This sort of thing went on for almost another month. Three or four times a week we would meet up, I would tie her down and spank her and she would beg to cum. When I let her, I’d fuck her normally. When I didn’t, if she came anyway I’d take her ass and she would cum again.

She was on the pill now. We were both tested. No more condoms. Then things took the first huge turn for us. We spent a long weekend at the beach playing at master and slave.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/363l8s/cynthias_beginning_part_2_mf_ds

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