“Welcome To Being Ruined.” – Sir
I’m new to the BDSM community. I decided I’d branch out about a week ago, that’s when I met Sir.
I hadn’t been nervous when we first decided that I’d spend the night with him on this day, but I felt a wave of nausea come over me as I entered the second half of my hour long trip. When we finally met he took me in his strong arms, gave me the most wonderful hug, and I felt all the tension left my body. We kissed, he has the sweetest lips (among other things I’ll describe later), and I knew I had made the right decision in meeting up with him.
>”But first, come here.”
We had been messaging dirty things back and forth for the past few days so by the time I found myself on his bed I could already feel myself wanting him. I purposefully faced away from him, hiking my leg up and sometimes wagging my butt in the air because I wanted to make him want me as much as I wanted him in that moment. Did he notice? Not entirely sure. However, right after he finished ordering our food for the night he crawled onto the bed with me and the last thing I remember is him saying, “But first, come here.” before he pulled me into a kiss. I was already heated, excited about what the night had in store for us, but when he started trailing kisses down my neck and back up to my ear I was on fire. In that moment I forgot he was a dom, but in one swift motion he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back as if to remind me of who he was and that this night was not going to be all small kisses accompanied by gentle hands exploring my body.
# Time to fastforward
Sir had mentioned we’d play a card game that night. I don’t really know any card games and wasn’t very interested at first (he’s probably reading this so, now you know haha). However, each round had a new reward/punishment, each one more sexual than the last, and I would grow to really like *Phase 10*. I lost a lot to be quite honest, but all my punishments weren’t exactly ones I would have said no to in the first place. I lost one round where the winner could touch the loser wherever they wanted for 30 seconds and he let his hands roam: across my stomach, up my sides, over my ass, and finally settled with rubbing my pussy through the jeans I had chosen to wear. I lost another where the winner got to rub their face on one of the loser’s body parts for 45 seconds which is when I got my first taste of what kind of work he could do with his tongue.
>”you feel like taking off those jeans little girl?”
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>”right now?”
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>”well I don’t really feel like rubbing my face on bluejeans.”
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>”yes, Sir.”
and before I knew it I lay on the bed, pants-less with Sir’s face and tongue trailing up the inside of either thigh, getting dangerously close to my already soaking wet panties. I remember thinking to myself that he knew how to tease and that’s why he wanted to play this game. 45 seconds was up way too quickly for that punishment and I begged him not to stop, mentioning something about how we didn’t have to use the timer. He chuckled after picking up his cards and said,
>”you’re such a little rule breaker.”
Eventually the game was over and it was time for us to watch our movie. It was also time for me to get in my spot. He took off his pants and laid down, smoking a cigarette, while I, naked at this point because I was the ultimate loser of his brilliant game, crawled between his legs and began mindlessly playing with him- I love sucking cock and his was no exception. I gently took him in my mouth and swirled my tongue around his head, I opened his slit just a bit wider and lapped at it trying to encourage him to feed me some of his delicious precum that he had been boasting about, and I explored the things I could do to his balls that made him moan my name or whisper a breathy “fuck.” The movie was buffering and it was at a point that I was no longer interested, I had Sir’s dick here to keep me preoccupied anyways. I decided I wanted to make him cum. I took his gorgeous, delicious, juicy cock and started sucking to my little heart’s content. I gagged as I bobbed up and down on his shaft, his head reaching further down my throat each time, and eventually took its entire length in my mouth until he was positioned at the back of my throat so I could gargle his tip and drive him as wild as he would let me.
Soon he sat up and told me to lay back on the bed. I did just that. He crawled between my legs, gently spreading them apart and pushing my knees closer to my chest before breathing hot air on my exposed, soaking wet pussy. I was a shivering mess from being both nervous and excited. One of the very first questions Sir had ever asked me was how many times I had managed to orgasm in one session and my answer was a very sad one.
>*”the most I’ve ever orgasmed was twice, by myself, and that was only one time.”*
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>*”well I don’t stop until I get at least three.”*
As soon as his tongue touched my clit I went from “little girl” to “little mess.” He latched onto my clit like a leech, his tongue flicking at it wildly, and began humming like a human vibrator. It was, at the time, the most intense thing I had ever experienced. As I felt the pressure building I begged him to be gentle with me, and it was the careful lapping of his tongue on the bottom of my swollen clit that sent me over the edge, but he didn’t stop there. After he realized I had cum he flipped his switch and began to attack my sensitive pussy all over again adding fingers this time. More humming, aggressive tongue flicking and fingering meant that there was no way he was stopping until I came again. I was on a different plane of existence at this point. My mind was useless. The kind of pressure building up inside me this time was different than I had ever experienced before and I finally understood what Sir had meant when he told me in a dirty message once before to “don’t think, just let your body go.”
>”now, I’m going to ask you again, has anyone ever made you cum before?”
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>”what do you mean, Mister _____?”
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>”like that.”
He grabbed my hand and put it on his chest.
>”I ask because… do you feel that?”
His shirt was wet, but my mind was numb and when I guessed if it was his own spit he chuckled.
>”I made you squirt, little girl.”
I that absolutely sent me! I had never squirted before! It may not have been a “gusher” as he said, but I did it. I had little time to relish in the fact that I had done what I thought was impossible for myself before I saw him pulling out a vibrating wand and positioning himself back in-between my legs.
>”a few rules: 1. don’t reach for my wand; 2. only cum when I tell you to; 3. no squeezing your legs together.”
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>”yes, sir.”
God. This next part… What is the most graphic and detailed way to describe total ecstasy? Feel free to help me in the replies because I’ve tried to write this part so many times and haven’t been able to find the right words to fit exactly how satisfied Sir made me feel at this point. I will say that I had lost all control over my body and how vocal I was being. Just when I thought that the vibrations and the heat I was feeling couldn’t get any more intense, Sir would increase the power on the wand and send me reeling. I don’t know how many times I came, but with how many times I clenched the fingers he was thrusting in and out of me, Sir says it was more than three times.
When Sir decided his fun was over, the wand was turned off and he slipped his fingers out of me for the last time, I burst into tears. Through heavy, tear filled eyes I saw his widen as he laid down next to me on the bed.
>”what’s wrong?”
No response. I couldn’t speak through the hard sobbing. I had never experienced pleasure that intense before, I had also never cried after any type of sex before either, so everything I was experiencing at that point was breaking new ground. He wrapped me in big, warm arms and started to whisper reassuring words to me.
>”you’re ok, sweetheart… I’m right here…” *laughter because I began apologizing for crying* “why are you apologizing… you’re fine, deep breaths…”
# Enough Tears
After I had calmed down, sir told me to suck his cock to get it ready again and, of course, I happily obliged. More hard work from his little girl followed: running my tongue underneath his balls to reach his most sensitive spots, stuffing his entire cock in my mouth and down my throat so he could have the pleasure of feeling it contracting around him while I gagged and gargled his head. Before I knew it, Sir was telling me to climb on top of him because he “wanted to see [my] face” as he slid inside of me. Like a good little girl I did as I was told and, looking him in the eyes, I let out a gasp as I felt his juicy cock filling me up. Sir’s dick was a perfect fit for my little pussy. Grinding our hips together, I enjoyed the feeling him sliding in and out and the beautiful array of things that came flying out of his filthy mouth. I began telling him how much I wanted to taste his cum, how badly I wanted him to cum in my mouth and fill me up, but Sir had other plans. Next, I found myself on my back, knees pushed towards my chest, and Sir’s swollen cock thrusting hard and deep inside me. More gasping, more profanity, more uncontrollable moans and wildly grasping for the sheets beneath me.
>”come here little girl.” *a pause from me as he laid down on his side, grasping his dick in his hand,* “come here!”
Realizing I was finally getting what I wanted, I hurried to wrap my lips around Sir’s cock and was met with a huge wave of cum splashing onto my tongue. When he finished cumming I didn’t move, through the cum I kept stored in my mouth I gently swirled my tongue around his head before letting it go with a dramatic “pop” and meeting Sir face to face. I opened my mouth to him and stuck my tongue out, carefully balancing a large amount of his cum on it and earned a nice,
>”good girl, you got it all…”
# How Did I Get These Bruises?
Sir woke me up from a small nap with an authoritative,
>”alright little girl, get on your hands and knees at the edge of the bed and stick your ass up.”
Oh I was genuinely so excited as He explained to me the red, yellow, and green system he used for safewords and then began perfecting my positioning and setting up for the next, more aggressive, part of our night. All of a sudden, I felt that nauseous feeling coming over me again. This was the first time I was willingly giving myself over to someone so that they could inflict pain upon me and the nerves were starting to take over.
>”sir, I’m nervous”
I don’t remember how he responded because shortly after that I was introduced, one by one, to the many toys that Sir liked to use to place those pretty little bruises that a Dom loves to leave on their Sub so much. With each item that came into contact with the delicate skin on my round ass I got a small introduction:
>”remember that thing you saw in the video I sent you? this is the kane…”
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>”this, is hollow man…”
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>”this is a whip…”
and almost immediately after he said the objects name out loud I would hear it whizzing through the air. I quickly learned my favorites and which ones I would have to grow to love. For example, when I felt the whip crack against my ass for the first time I couldn’t help but roll forward on my knees and bite my bottom lip, a breathy “ohh, fuck” escaping my lips. I could have done with so many more lashes from that whip. On the other hand, Sir’s hollow tube that he so lovingly called “hollow man” was no where near being my best friend. It hit with a loud thud and the pain was intense, I distinctly remember telling Sir after the first two hits that the two of us, “hollow man” and I, would have a “love/hate” relationship. After the whip came some plastic tubing that Sir had been saving for me and with it came the worst pain I had experienced that whole time.
>”how are we doing?”
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>”ah… yellow, yeah, yellow. not quite yet red…”
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>”that’s good.” *a pause* “this is my hand…”
Fuck, I loved the feeling of sir’s large hands tanning my- no, it’s not mine to own anymore- his ass. It was intoxicating, practically addicting, and while I couldn’t help but shudder and rock back and forth on my knees between each smack I loved them all.
>”lay perpendicular to the bed.”
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>”yes sir…”
Here came the wand again along with more orders.
>”I want you to position this right on your clit for me… open your legs” *a moment of positioning later* “keep it there, don’t move, and don’t cum until I tell you to.”
With the wand on high and resting directly against my already abused, sensitive clit, Sir retrieved his paddle. Just as before, I received the short introduction I had come to know well before I felt the sting of the paddle through the blanket he had used to cover my, as he put it, “already compromised” skin. A few more hits accompanied by yelps of pain and pitiful whimpering- I can only imagine how it would have felt without the blanket there to protect my ass. Unknown to me, Sir had grabbed the plastic tubing I had called yellow on just earlier. If I’m remembering correctly it only took one last hit from that tube before I was gone.
>”ah! red! red, red, red!”
I was close to tears again, I could feel my throat swelling and the tears forming in my eyes, but I had already cried earlier and I was not allowing myself to cry again. Sir spread my legs apart one last time, took hold of the wand, and began rapidly pressing it against my pussy over and over again. I felt that familiar pressure building inside of me the more it went on.
>”cum for me, little girl.”
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>*gasp. whine. shudder,* “I want to cum for you so bad”
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>”cum for me! give me what I want.”
Just a few moments more of that erotic torture and I was a cumming mess. My muscles spasmed, my eyes rolled, and I let out one of those incoherent noises you make when you feel like you’ve reached sexual Nirvana. After I came and Sir removed the wand from between my legs I just laid face down in the bed, mouth open and eyes almost completely shut. That’s when he walked to my side and bent down to whisper in my ear.
>”you did such a good job, baby girl.” *he kissed my neck and behind my ear before latching onto my earlobe with his teeth.*
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>”welcome to being ruined.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/gryqz4/little_girls_first_playdate_with_daddy