So, my little cheerleader. What do I do about her? She was being pretty obvious, I thought, trying to corner me at every opportunity, complimenting me at every game, getting physically close to the point where she was crowding me. After a game, one of the other girls on the team said to me, “Look out, here comes your little puppy.” There she was, wending her way though players in various stages of undress, heading right for me. I sighed and replied, “Puppy eh!” Then the wicked thought became, I wonder if I could train her? Soon as she got there, she was gushing all over me, telling me how good I played and all the other crap. I looked down at her enraptured face and handed her my now empty drink bottle and said, “Fill it up.” No please, no thank you, just an order.
She grabbed it and took off, but the look on her face was, like, gratitude that I had asked her to do something for me. My team mate just looked at me with a smile, shaking her head, “She’ll get on her knees and eat your ass if you order her to.” I didn’t even blink, realizing the truth in that, so just how far could I take this? Time was an issue this year. As a Senior, there was a lot of demands on my time with meeting course requirements, working, had to eat, pay rent and that, so my own personal servant might help. WTF was I thinking?
I started out getting her to fetch and carry, making sure she knew my timetable and all that. One of the other cheerleaders came to me and told me it was becoming a topic of conversation. I mean, they were questioning my relationship with her, so I told them at one level it was none of their business, but then added would they rather she be fucked up by some asshole who would grind her into dust? Or, be cared for by someone who really was concerned for her welfare? She was defenseless, they knew it, as did I, so they backed off. Okay, it was a longer conversation than that, but that was the gist of it.
I would see my cheerleader everywhere, on Campus, off Campus, the only times she was not hanging around me were when I was in class, working or sleeping essentially. I picked up with some guy and the hurt on her face was palpable. Obvious, so I seriously wondered what it would take to stop that. I said to her after the second or third guy, “These guys are just relief fucking. They will never replace you.” I am such a bitch sometimes. She went into raptures over that, I knew I really could have her eat my ass if I wanted, so I was thinking that I just might.
It was a Friday, I knew my roomie was going to be spending the weekend with her current guy away from town, so I had the place to myself until Sunday. I gave my cheerleader some money and told her to go to the hardware store and buy some of the softest rope she could find. A cotton rope, a 30 foot roll if she could, I told her, and meet me at my place for dinner. Off she went like a delighted little puppy, Soon as I could I went onto Google and searched for BDSM play. I couldn’t believe the number of hits I got. There was even a Wikipedia, with live photos as well as drawings of bondage stuff. There was a whole Convention devoted to it in Munich, with photos from it. I wasn’t going to learn this in a day, I thought so simple knots and tie her up to my bed. I didn’t have anything I could use as a crop, but I had a leather belt about two inches wide, I was just going to have to be careful.
The doorbell went at the right time and there she was, with a 30 foot roll of cotton rope, dressed up like a little girl. Her tits gave her away, but the loose dress hid them pretty well. Without makeup, she might have passed for a twelve year old, but the makeup gave her away as a nineteen year old. We had a quick improvised meal and we got to talking, I told her to tell me exactly what she wanted. She stumbled, so I made my command more forceful. She told me she wanted to make me happy.
I told her what would make me happy would be for her to stand up, strip naked, right here, right now. She hesitated so I slapped her, not hard, just a quick slap, and ordered to do everything I told her without hesitation. She nodded, so I slapped her other cheek and said, “Yes, Mistress”. She immediately responded with a “Yes, Mistress.” “Good girl, now strip!” You could just see the glow when I told her she was a good girl. She was on her feet and completely naked in seconds.
She had seen me in various stages of dress in the change room, I could see her checking me out at those times, as did everyone else. They knew what she was up to, no matter how I tried to make light of it, or ignore it. Then I realized how quickly this was happening, It had only been three weeks since the first time I ordered her to fill my drink bottle. From puppy to slave, or was it always there in her and she fixated on me, so quickly. I examined her body in detail.
Her breasts were a 32C, nice, firm and perky, the nipples brown and poking out in excitement. Her skin was marked here and there with various sized freckles, no moles, but otherwise a healthy white, well, given it was winter, I wouldn’t expect a deep tan. She wore a bikini in summer, from the patterns on her body. He waist was narrow, her hips wider, but not too wide for her to be called ‘curvy’ but certainly not flat. Her thighs were muscular, as expected in a cheerleader, separated by a narrow strip of hair running up the length of her vulva. There was a suspicious glistening with little droplets forming as I examined her. I ordered her to turn around. From the rear there was no mistaking she was female, her back was strong and smooth, her ass cheeks full but not overly large. Her legs were clearly muscled, strong.
I ordered her to stand naturally, her legs parted slightly more, then told her to bend over with her hands on her knees. She did and the evidence of her arousal was presented to me in no uncertain terms. Her pussy was swollen, glistening with moisture. I told her to spread her legs even more, she did. I reached out, I’d never touched another girls pussy before, but I wanted to touch hers. I ran my fingers over her pussy and she shuddered with excitement. I swear, her clit popped out from under its hood and begged me to stroke it, so I ran my thumb over it. I was met with a gasp and a shiver of delight. I ran my fingers along her slit and found her vaginal canal. Without stopping, or thinking, I pushed a finger into her. then pumped it in and out.
It was right here I knew I had hit that point of no return. I can’t take this back, I had to keep going. As someone once said, the only way is through. I stopped, she was enjoying it too much, I thought. I ordered her to stand up, go and lie on my bed, face down, wait for me. She left and I grabbed the coil of rope, broke it open and measuring out lengths from one hand to the other, stretched out as far as I could, I cut off four pieces of it. Entering the bedroom, she was laid out, on her belly arms and legs spread, ready for me.
I put three cushions and two pillows under her hips, raising her ass off the bed, exposing her pussy. I had no plan at this point, I was just making it up as I was going along. I tied one arm to the bed post, then one leg to the leg of the bed, the other leg to that side leg and the arm to the other post. She didn’t move, didn’t object, nothing. But I could see her spread legs and the overflow of moisture from her pussy and the smell of a woman in heat. She was loving this. I reached over to the dresser where I had placed my leather belt, folded it in two and smacked her ass. She jumped, cried out in pain, and for a moment, I hated myself for inflicting pain on another person. I nearly stopped but something evil rose in me and said that if I stopped now, I would probably lose her forever. Did I want that? No, I did not.
I lifted the belt and brought it down again, to which she again jumped and cried out. Again I strapped her, and again. I was counting and stopped at ten strokes. By this time she was crying in pain, her ass was a real bright red. Rather cruelly, I said, “This was for not being honest with me from the start. Understand?” She nodded and cried, “Yes, Mistress!” “You will always be honest with me!” “Yes, Mistress.” I reached over to my bedside drawer and pulled out some baby oil I had there and a vibrator.
Her ass was bright red, so I poured some oil over it. She gasped at the coldness. I reached over and gently caressed her slick ass. It was soft and yielding, she purred, I mean purred at my touch. I poured some more oil on her making sure plenty went down between her ass cheeks. As I caressed her, I asked her, “When was the last time you had sex?”
“Five days ago, Mistress.” That was a surprise, “Who with?” She named a girl who I don’t know. “Is she your girlfriend?” “Oh no, Mistress, just a casual fuck.” “Oh, who else have you had just casual sex with?” She the rattled off a dozen names of girls, some I knew, most I didn’t. Those I knew though, what a surprise they were, she’s had more experience then me. “When did you lose your virginity?” “When I was 14, Mistress, six years ago.” Lot younger than me. “Any boys fuck you?” “Yes, Mistress, but I prefer girls.” That was obvious. “Then if I order you to fuck a guy, you will do it!” “If you order me, Mistress, I will fuck anyone you order me to.”
So, she was completely submissive to me. Why me? I ran my fingers between her ass cheeks and played with her rosebud, fingering it. I took the vibrator and turned it on, it wasn’t my big one, a smaller one and placed it against her anus. “Has anyone fucked you in the ass before?” “Yes, Mistress.” This girl just keeps shocking me with what she has done. Without thinking I asked “Who?” She hesitated for just a moment, then said, “My brother, Mistress.” I was stunned by this. Her own brother fucked her? “Was he the one who took your virginity?” “Yes, Mistress, mouth, pussy and ass.” “What, did he rape you?” “Oh no, Mistress, I wanted him to fuck me. He’s a really sexy guy and he needed to get laid so I let him fuck me.” As she was talking, I smothered the vibrator in oil and pushed it against her ass. I told her to relax, she did, so I pushed the vibrator into her. She moaned “Oh thank you Mistress!” She gasped, repeating it over and over, as I pumped the vibrator in and out. Reaching down with my other hand, I stroked her pussy, then slapped it.
She jumped and squealed, as I stroked her now totally swollen clit and labia then slapped her again. I had no idea what I was doing, just doing what I had seen in the videos I had watched earlier. I began to masturbate her, fingered her puss, she was moaning and groaning, and I could see she was getting really excited, close to cumming. “Don’t you cum, slut!” I ordered. “Yes, Mistress.” “You cum when I tell you. Only then can you cum!” “Yes, Mistress.” she whimpered. I pushed the vibrator deep into her and walked away. I watched for a few moments as the vibrator fell out. Damn, I thought. Then I had the idea, I went and got some tape and, pushing the vibrator into her again, leaving a bit exposed, I taped it up, sticking two large wings of tape to her oiled ass. Obviously, they didn’t stick and I wasn’t going to just stand here with it. I got a towel, wiped her buttocks with it, added more tape, it stuck this time. I left it and went to make me a coffee.
Sitting at the table, I tried to think of what I was going to do with this woman. I’m a senior at college and doing shit like this? Okay, I need to cum, that’s for sure, so she can take care of that, maybe. I may not be interested in women, let alone as a long term thing. Sure, her nudity, her submission, her soft skin, her cries as I belted her ass, these were certainly turn ons, but will I be involved to the point where I can let her make me cum?
I finished my coffee and went back into the bedroom. The vibrator hadn’t moved, but it had stopped, fuck, no batteries. I got some tissues and a couple of disposable wipes. The ass juice was dribbling, slowly, but I didn’t want to pull it out. “Stay where you are,” I ordered and untied her. “Leave the vibrator in place, clean yourself up a bit, then go in the bathroom to take it out. Clean it and yourself up and come back here.” “Yes, Mistress, thank you.” She did exactly as told, even though it took a while and I could hear a flushing toilet and a lot of running water. Must have made a mess.
Even though it was February, the apartment was warm, warm enough for us to be comfortable even if naked. I got undressed and changed into a black bra and panties, with a pair of black, zip up boots. Even if they only go half way up my calves, I was pretty striking, if I do say so myself. When she came back into the bedroom, she stopped and gasped, so maybe I wasn’t the only one who thought that. I held my hand out for the vibrator and it was cleaner than it had been since I bought it. I ran my tongue over it and there was no taste at all. I put it on the dresser and opened my odds and ends boxes. I had a couple of older spring loaded hair clips so I took them out. I turned around and opening the clips, I put them on her nipples. She gasped but I could see the flush of excitement, she was getting off on the pain.
“On your knees!” She dropped to her knees immediately, “Kiss my boots.” She did then I told her to kiss my legs. She did that and in a few moments I realized I was looking forward to her licking my puss. She was going to make me cum with her tongue. “Eat my pussy! Make me cum!” I ordered.
She reached up and eased my panties down, then kissed her way up my legs. She lapped my skin, savoring it. I spread my legs slightly, not giving her a lot of room, but she managed to get her tongue onto my clit. I backed off, standing on the side of the bed, it was at the right height for me, I sat down, wriggled forward a bit and told to he lick me. I spread my legs and she started on me with a will. I’m not that experienced, really, but every guy that ever licked my pussy except one couldn’t come close to her for pure tongue skills. I fondly recall the tongue that lashed me senseless when I was a freshman, and that was the only guy who came close to what she was doing to me.
I was flying to the moon in seconds of her starting on me, and she kept it up. She licked my clit, she played with it, she sucked it. I had fingers in me, then a tongue, then the dead vibrator. My cheerleader was using it as a dildo, fuck, she really knew what she was doing too! She was edging me, the bitch, she was judging when I was getting close so she would swap. The vibrator came out of my pus, replaced with her fingers, while she licked my clit. The bitch was really fucking me! She was playing me like a fucking violin! Soft and subtle then hard and harsh, back to soft and subtle. She was bringing me up then letting me down, then getting me to the point where I was about to tip over and she drew me back!
I was lost in the constant assault of sexual pleasure. I got to a point where she must have recognized I was going to cum, so she mouthed my entire vagina, her tongue inside my labia, then into the canal. I blew my mind with a shattering orgasm. I’ve cum before, on a BBC, with tongues and masturbation, but never like this. It took the heart of me, then shook it up, twisted it a complete 360 degrees. My muscles snapped in one massive contraction that I’m sure completely lifted me off the bed, I cum all over her face, not squirted, but I know I dribbled something. Her tongue just caressed my entire vulva, getting every bit of juice it could. I flopped back, in that post orgasmic haze but she kept licking. Of course, I hadn’t told her to stop. “Stand up,” I growled, my voice quivering, husky, filled with the languor of my cumming. I couldn’t even sit up, yet. Jeeez, that was strong.
I looked up at her, she still had the hair clips on her nipples. That must be painful. Oh well, whatever rocks your boat I expect. I sat up and continued my scrutiny of her. He vulva was swollen still. She was so turned on, her body was quivering, ever so slightly, with the adrenaline that must be flowing through her. I didn’t think I would have the energy or the desire right now to taste her, to make her cum, so I told her to get onto the bed and masturbate until she orgasmed. The last word had barely passed my lips when she moved, saying, “Thank you! Mistress.” There was a real note of gratitude.
She got onto the bed, vibrator in one hand and other on her puss, stroking herself like crazy. She put the vibrator into her mouth, sucked on it while fiercely rubbing her clit. This was just raw sex, nothing subtle here, just shameless auto-eroticism. Taking the vibrator out of her mouth, she plunged it into her vaginal canal, pumping it in and out, slapping her clit. I mean slapping her clit, hard. Even I could feel them. She is really into pain, this one.
She let out this huge moan, a squeal then she came, she squirted all over this stream of squirt. It smelt a bit like piss mixed with something else. She fell back on the bed, spent. I looked at her supine form wondering what was next. She took a deep breath, pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and put it in her mouth, sighing the sigh of a contented woman.
I don’t know if I can handle this.
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