**Hey all! This is the first chapter of what’s probably going to be a multiple part series. It’s my fantasy of what my first time doing BDSM with a dom could be like. Hope you enjoy!**
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My heart practically beat out of my chest as I walked up the steps of your front porch, knowing this was my last chance to back out. But I wanted this, I had for years, more than anything. Sure, I’d had sex before, but being dominated was something I’d always craved.
We’d met online a few months before, you reaching out to me after I posted something on a forum about wanting to try having a dom, wanting to be used, but not knowing how to begin. You’d been kind, firm, slowly taking on the roll of dominance in my life as weeks went by, careful to be slow and not scare me off, starting with a simple, “Make sure you eat today”, and more recently restricting my orgasms and exercising more control. I’d gotten scared a few times but you’d pulled back slightly, reassuring me that everything was under my control, making sure I was comfortable, before tightening your control once more. I didn’t know what was happening, but you did. Slowly increasing your hold on me, pulling me towards you without me noticing until it was too late and I was caught in your trap.
With a deep breath, I took the step forward and rang the bell, my legs shaking in fear and anticipation. All my life I was told never to talk to strangers, but here I am, standing on a doorstep belonging to someone I met online barely months before, ready to submit myself to him. Was this the moment I would be kidnapped and lost forever? Was I on my way to my death?
My worries swiftly were cut off as you opened the door, a warm smile on your face. You were nearly a foot taller than me, easily able to take control and force me however you liked, but instead you gave me a tight hug as we introduced ourselves in person for the first time.
You could sense my fear, gently holding my hand as you took my coat and led me inside. You knew I was scared but knew I wanted this. You watched me scan the house, my eyes wide, searching for any sign of danger, and make casual small talk to distract me. Asking me about my day, how my week had gone, and other small details. I responded in kind, and we had a great conversation as you led me to your living room.
We sat down on your couch together, our conversation switching to movies now as you flicked through the channels on your tv. You remembered me mentioning one of my favorite movies a few weeks ago, and already had it ready, switching to it after a few minutes of looking through the options. As the movie starts to play, you pull me closer to you, placing an arm around my shoulders and gently pulling me to cuddle with you. I smile and lay my head on your chest, and you play with my hair as we continue to talk quietly.
Ten minutes pass. I’m relaxed now, resting against you and fully engaged with you. Careful not to move too fast, not to alert me as to what you’re up to, you begin to trace small circles on the fabric of my dress. It’s calming, and I let out a sigh of content. You have to resist the urge to hold back a chuckle. I’m putty in your hands, exactly as you thought I’d be. The perfect little slut for you. Still out the outside of the fabric, you move your hand down and lightly squeeze my breast, massaging it in your hand. After a few more moments, you move your hand up to my neck. My breath catches as your hand comes to rest there, not putting any pressure, but signaling to me who is in charge. I look to you, my eyes wide with surprise, and you smile at me as you quietly whisper, “How about we get that dress off of you?” I tense but nod and slowly sit up, my heart pounding in my chest. I stand in front of you, looking at you again before I take it off, and blushing as you quietly reassure me that it’s okay. I slip it over my head, exposing the lingerie you’d ordered for me to wear today. “Good girl,” you purr, gesturing for me to spin around in front of you. When I do so, you smile and say, “Perfect. Come here now, pet.” I walk back to you and you pull me into your lap, my back to your chest. “We’re going to go nice and slow with you,” you say, knowing I’d want to move fast. You know what’s best for me, know me and my submissive side better than I know it.
You slowly begin to caress my breasts, lightly massaging my nipples through the smooth fabric of my bra. My body aches for more and I arch towards your hands, but a hand on my throat stops me in my tracks. Very little pressure, just a warning of what’s to come, and a warning to behave myself. I am not in control here, and we both know it. You continue your gentle movements, slowly and deliberately making me increasingly needy. I gasp as you suddenly pinch my nipple, letting out a moan as pleasure courses through my body. I want this, I’ve been craving this for so long. The loss of control over what is about to happen, the knowledge that I can’t fight back. I feel your dick harden underneath me, and I let out a whimper as you stop playing with my breasts. You hush me, reminding me to be patient. I will get what I crave soon enough, but I am not in charge of it.
Your hands work their way down my stomach, tracing small circles on my skin and periodically dipping below the band of my panties. You’re teasing, drawing me further into your touch, deeper into subspace, slowly torturing me before finally, finally running a finger over my wet pussy. You chuckle at my wetness and I turn bright red, wanting to bury my face in a pillow, but the hand on my throat reminds me not to move. I let out a groan as another one of your feather light touches traces the inside of my thighs, then the edges of my greedy cunt. I’m nearly panting now, so desperate for pleasure that I don’t know how much longer I can keep from begging.
But I know the rules, know that I’ll only get orgasms at the end, once you’re all finished using me for whatever you like. We’d spoken about it beforehand, about my sub drops and my tendency to crash after orgasm. We both know that being edged until the end is what will make me feel the best, keep me deep in subspace, whether I like it or not.
Finally you touch my clit, again with the frustratingly gentle touches, making my legs quiver and my mouth open slightly as you begin to give me what I crave. Your hand on my throat tightens in time with you speeding up for a moment and I gasp, my stomach clenching as you press on.
The movie forgotten, just a ploy to calm me in the first moments, you remove your hand from my clit, keeping a hold on my throat as you stand. We walk quickly across the room and through a door, and suddenly we’re at the top of a set of stairs leading to your basement. I instantly hesitate, fear clear in my eyes, both craving and fearing what’s to come. You pause, letting go of my throat as you go down a few steps so that your eyes are level with mine. You gently caress my face and say, “words?”
“Green is good, yellow is okay but might not be soon, and red is stop.”
“Good girl. And how are we feeling right now?”
“Excited but…but scared, sir.”
“It’ll be okay, kitten. I’ve got you. Nothing bad will happen, understand?”
I nod. “Yes sir.”
“Good girl. Now, go to the bottom of the steps and kneel for me there. I want your legs spread, understand?”
I blush and you chuckle as I quickly move down the stairs to my position at the bottom. As you move around the room, I look around, noticing the leather clad X in the corner, the bench, and the bed. The toys lining the walls, and the chains dangling from the ceiling. I shiver as I wonder what you might do, and quickly look down at the floor as you turn around again. I had a feeling I wasn’t supposed to be looking around.
Your shoes enter my field of vision and I tense as you quietly say, “Clothes off, now.” I stand and slip out of the lingerie, automatically covering myself with my arms instinctively. “We’ll have to tie those arms up, won’t we,” you muse as you circle my shivering form. “Wouldn’t want them to cover any bit of your beautiful body.” I blush at the compliment, not sure how to react to your words, but tense again as your hand grasps the back of my neck and your fingers explore my hair. You gently but firmly turn my head, forcing me to look around the room a bit. You bend down slightly, your mouth right next to my ear, and quietly say, “See those hooks on the ceiling? I want you standing directly underneath them, with your hands in the air, understand?”
I quickly murmur out a “yes sir” and your grip releases, allowing me to quickly move forward to stand beneath the hooks. Taking a breath, I raise my hands above my head as I hear you start to walk towards me, jumping when you gently trace a finger down my spine. “Shhh,” you quietly say, kissing my neck. “Take a deep breath for me, okay? I’ve got you. You have nothing to be afraid of.”
I take a few deep breaths as you gently play with my hair and take your time securing my wrists to the hooks. I can still stand pretty easily, but can’t move much, and the feeling makes me smile slightly. After a few moments you walk away again. I want to turn, to see what you’re doing, but something inside of me tells me that I should stay put. I can hear you digging through drawers, and then the sound of your footsteps coming closer again. You stand in front of me with a smile and bend down, securing my legs to ensure that they’re forced apart. There’s no chance of me being able to close them.
You stand back up and smile, tracing a finger up my thighs and tauntingly over my clit, giving it one or two gentle rubs before kissing my forehead and walking behind me again. I hear rustling, and then you say, “We’re going to play with your pain tolerance a bit, pet.” Something leather gently touches the back of my thighs and shiver. “Count for me.”
Before I fully have time to process the words, a flogger comes down on my ass. I yelp slightly in surprise and automatically try to move forward, but can’t. Caressing my ass with your hand and say, “Count for me, pet.”
“One, sir.”
“Good girl,” you purr, taking your hand away.
I merely whimper as the next one lands, expecting it now, feeling the mild pain thrum through my body. At the same time I feel myself getting wetter, my body only excited by the feeling. You’re not hitting too hard, testing what I can take, figuring out how hard you’ll be able to push me. They hurt, but not very much. I think I could take hundreds of these.
“Two, sir.”
We get up to five before you stop, moving in front of me and scanning my face. “How was that? How are you doing?”
“Good, sir. Green.”
You smile, brushing my hair out of my face, and say, “You’re doing so well for your first time. Such a perfect little pain slut. Now, I want to try something. I’m going to give you five more, but they’re going to hurt. They’re going to be hard and fast. You do not need to count. If at any point I need to stop, you know the words. Do you understand?”
I nod, feeling my heart race in my chest. You gently prop my chin up, kissing me deeply for a few moments before moving behind me again.
When the first hits my legs shake and I cry out. It’s a lot harder than the previous ones. You hesitate for a moment, making sure I hadn’t said the safe word, before going again. I can feel my ass burning this time, and you quickly get out the next two. One left, now. My legs are quivering slightly, pain coursing through me.
The last is the hardest, nearly making me scream, and I feel the tears start to fall. You set down the flagger and quickly come around, kissing my face and wiping away the tears. “You’re being such a good girl,” you say. “You took that so so well. Are you okay?”
I nod. “Yes sir. That hurt a lot.”
You smile, moving your hand down to the now soaking wet slit between my legs. “I know, pet. But you took it wonderfully, and wouldn’t you know, you’re soaked!” You kiss me for nearly a minute this time, gently squeezing my breasts as your tongue invaded my mouth. I moan into you as you massage my nipples, and hope that soon you’ll pay more attention to them.
You seem to be on the same track of thought, as suddenly I feel a sharp pinch on one of my nipples. I yelp, your mouth still fully on mine, and I feel you smile as the same happens to the other. You pull away now and I look down, seeing two clamps firmly attached to them. A long cord goes between them, and you gently pull on it, watching my face as I moan quietly at the pressure. The cords length is quickly explained as you drape it over my head, making it so that you have easy access to it while standing behind me.
As you move behind me once more, I feel you gently tug on the cord, pulling my nipples upward and stretching them out. I moan as the pleasure and pain mix and you say, “How’s that, pet?”
“Good sir,” I respond. “Green.”
“Good.”
Then, without warning, I feel a swift impact on my ass. Not as hard as the last few you did, but definitely not as light as the first few. At the same time you pull on the cord, tugging on my nipples, and I cry out at the mix of sensations. I moan as you caress my ass and hear you chuckle behind me.
“How many more of those do you think you can take?”
“I…five, sir.”
“Five? Someone’s ready to go, then. Do you enjoy feeling the pain in your nipples as well as your ass?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good girl. We’re going to do eight more, for a total of ten. And I want you to count. Understand?”
“Yes sir.”
The eight strikes were hard and fast, hurting more each time. By the eighth, I struggled to get the number out, tears streaming down my face and my legs shaking from the impact. I heard the sound of the tools dropping on the floor, and then you were in front of me again. You smiled and told me how well I’d done, slowly removing each clamp and eliciting a whimper from me each time. You brushed the tears off of my face and said, “Good girl. What a perfect pain slut.”
I smile sheepishly through my tears and glance down as you begin undoing the spreader bar. I pout slightly as my feet stand fully on the ground again, looking at you in confusion as you begin to unhook my wrists and you laugh. “What, you want more? Oh my little pain slut, I’m going easy on you for your first time. Wouldn’t want to hurt you too much and scare you off. Don’t you worry, we are nowhere near finished.”
I roll my shoulders and stretch slightly as you release me, waiting for my next instruction. Once my arms are completely free you say, “remember the positions I told you about?” I nod, vaguely remembering you mentioning them. “Good. Then I want you to present, do you remember that one?”
I nod again, scrambling to the floor. I sit on my heels, spreading my legs apart and thrusting my chest out, placing my hands palms up on my thighs. You smile, and pack away the rope and the flogger as I hold the position. Then you move across the room, sitting on a bench and watching me for a few moments. Then you stand, point to the bench, and say, “Lay down. Here.”
I stand up and make my way over to you, laying down on my stomach on the bench. You give me a few more instructions, telling me to lay so that my head is hanging off of one end and so that my arms and legs are off of the sides. I comply, and feel you securing my arms and legs again. You run a finger down my spine, caressing my ass, and say, “We’re going to do one more thing, and then we’re going to take a break. Understand?” I nod as best I can, and say, “Yes sir.”
“Good girl. Remember how we spoke about training this cute little ass of yours?” I froze, wondering which things you were referring to, and said, “Sir I don’t know if I can take you–”
“Shhh, pet,” you say, the fear evident in my voice. “We’re starting small. You won’t be taking me for a long time, understand? I’m going to take care of you.” You kneel on the floor beside me, placing a small metal plug in my field of vision. “See? That’s it. Is that okay?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good girl.” You move again, and I feel you trace my clit with your finger. I moan as you place the plug into my pussy, moving it quickly around inside of me, getting me even more wet than I already was. I feel you pull it out, and blush as you say, “I can’t wait to play with that hole later. You’re so wet that we almost don’t even need lube for that tight little ass of yours.”
Next you begin to play with my ass. I whimper at the coldness of the lube, and you hush me as you begin to trace your finger around my hole. I clench as you dip a finger inside, the feeling completely foreign to me. Your finger pulls away and I feel the cold plug touching my ass. “Take a breath,” you say. “If you clench, it’ll be harder for it to go in.” I breathe out slowly, and groan as I feel you gently push the plug in. Once it’s all the way in you tap it lightly, and I moan at the feeling.
Suddenly there’s something else; a vibration courses through me. The plug. It trembles inside of my ass, making me moan again, a new form of pleasure I hadn’t felt before. You chuckle as I move my hips in tune with it, watching me hope the pleasure from it will allow me to come.
“Good girl,” you say as you come around in front of me again, “But that’s just to help you associate what’s coming next with pleasure.” Distracted by the vibrations I barely hear your words, but the moment they click it’s too late. You grab my hair, lifting my head up gently so that I’m no longer looking at the floor…and I’m face to face with your cock. It’s huge, much larger than it looked in the photos, and you smile at the look on my face. “Open up, pet,” you say. “You’re going to get your first throat fucking.”
I resist the urge to smile as I open my mouth, but clearly don’t hide it that well, as you say, “Oh, is something funny?” I can hear the joking tone in your voice, and almost say something in response, but any attempt at communication is cut off as you swiftly fill my mouth. I quickly begin sucking and licking, and try to pull away as I did with my previous partners, but you firmly hold my head in place. “Ah-ah-ah,” you say. “I’m in control here, understand? I’ll start fucking when I want to. Suck my cock, you dumb whore.”
The name calling makes me speed up, the vibrations in my ass making me all wet and worked up. It feels like forever before you start fucking my throat, but when you do, it’s clear that I’m at your mercy. You go hard and fast, making me choke on you and barely giving me a chance to breathe. I moan around you, trying to suck or do something, but you’re moving too fast. The total loss of power turns me on even more, and I moan as you speed up. It seems to go on for a long time, you continually burying yourself deep in my throat before pulling out for a moment, barely enough time for me to get a breath of air before you thrust back in again. Your groans and moans make me even wetter, and the vibrations in my ass are just soft enough to keep me soaking but not allow me to cum.
Finally you let out a groan, slamming into my throat one final time. I feel your cum fill my throat and my mouth, and am sure to keep my mouth closed as you pull out. I swallow and look up at you, and you smile down at me. “Perfect. You’re such a perfect little slut. I’m going to have to use that mouth a lot more, aren’t I?”
I nod, blushing bright red, and you get up and turn off the vibrator. I let out a groan of upset as you do and you say, “Pet, don’t you worry, we’re nowhere near done. But we’ve been down here for nearly two hours, and it’s time for lunch. Understand?”
“Yes sir.”
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