Ichigo the Dom
Chapter 1
IchigoXOC

A.N.: This is a two-shot.
Warning: Lemon! BDSM! Bit OOCness.

7 Months after Ichigo defeated Aizen and lost his powers….
Ichigo POV

The former substitute slumped in his chair, barely hearing a word that his teacher was talking about. Looking around he could see the concerned faces of his friends looking at him, but he didn't really have any to say; there wasn't anything TO say. He thought he could deal with it, with being a normal human being but after so many months he could feel the truth approaching him like a phantom train.

He felt weak.

He felt powerless.

He felt abandoned.

Though he later felt a bit selfish he half expected Rukia or Renji to pop on by and say hello, if only for a few minutes; it'd at least affirm in his mind the idea that his sacrifice wasn't taken flippantly and that they still cared about him. But no, it'd felt like the days before he met Rukia, except even more miserable since he could no longer help any ghosts. He couldn't help anybody anymore. So he just sat there in his chair, his head drooped and his weary eyes looking at the desk, looking more lost than he had in his life.

Unknown to Ichigo, a certain girl sitting behind him was eyeing him intently….

After Class….

Ichigo walked over to his locker and started on the combination to it. Just as he hit the third number a voice popped up behind him. "You look tired, Ichigo. Not sleeping well?"

Turning around, Ichigo saw one of his classmates standing behind him. It was a fairly new student, Ochiru Miyagi. She was a bit reserved so this was the first time Ichigo took the time to assess her. Standing as tall as Tatsuki, Ochiru looked as pretty as Orihime, with her well-endowed body and lovely chestnut hair. As Ichigo looked her in the eye, he was almost fascinated by how intently her emerald eyes burned into him. "Um, hey Ochiru. What were you asking?"

Ochiru looked at Ichigo with some concern on her face. "You don't look ok. Problem sleeping?"

Ichigo hesitated but nodded, he saw no reason to lie to her. "Yeah, I don't really get much sleep anymore. I…" he didn't know why but maybe it was because somebody was actually asking him how he felt rather than assume he'd be ok that he felt compelled to answer. "I haven't felt good in a long while now."

"You feel weak, don't you?"

Ichigo's eyes widened at the girl's response. It felt like a statement more than a question. "How..."

Ochiru continued. "You've lost all sense of strength. I don't know what happened to you, but it's made you feel inadequate and powerless, and now even your friends feel like you're a completely different person than before, making you feel abandoned by everybody." Her head cocked to the side as she looked Ichigo over up and down. "Am I right?"

Ichigo stood there stunned. "I…" he let out a sigh from the girl's good insight. "Yeah, I do feel weak."

"Would you like me to help? I know something that might light a fire back in you." Ochiru said with a smile.

The orange-haired boy felt his stomach knot in anticipation. "Really? What?"

Ochiru grabbed his hand and led him down the hallway toward the door. "Come with me and I'll show you…."

45 Minutes Later….
Karakura Town: Red Light District

Ochiru quietly chuckled as Ichigo's face turned red as he took in his surroundings. "Something wrong, Ichigo?"

Ichigo could not believe where he was right now. If his dad knew he was walking in the town's Red Light District he'd never hear the end of it; especially if Yuzu and Karin found out about it. "Um… Ochiru? What are we doing here?" he timidly asked. He hoped that her "solution" wasn't a brothel. Ichigo prayed to whoever was up there that none of his Soul Reaper friends were in town, because he'd be mortified if Byakuya or Kenpachi were in the area and saw him, or worse, they could run afoul of a black cat Yoruichi.

"Oh, don't worry your head off, Ichigo. I found this place right after I moved to town." She stopped in front of a rather fancy looking house.

And by fancy… I mean gothic.

"Here we are!" Ochiru cheerfully said. Still holding Ichigo's hand, Ochiru led him through the gate and up the steps. On top of the door Ichigo saw the words Madame Dominista's Rough House in artsy gothic print.

Before she could open the door Ichigo tugged his hand out of hers. "Whoa! Wait a minute, Ochiru! I'm not into prostitutes!"

Ochiru looked offended but managed to keep her face calm. "Prostitutes? Ichigo, this isn't a whorehouse."

"So what is this place?"

Ochiru grinned. "It's a BDSM club, silly!"

Ichigo's jaw dropped. "A BDSM CLUB?! I'm not into that sort of stuff!" Before he could take a step back Ochiru grabbed his hand and took a step forward, her face right in front of his.

"And what exactly ARE you into? Hmm?" she asked. When Ichigo failed to answer Ochiru continued. "I've found something in BDSM, something that you desperately need: control."

"Control?"

Ochiru nodded. "That's right. Come with me, Ichigo, and I can give you that which you've lost."

Ichigo debated it for a few moments before finally, with some hesitation, taking Ochiru's hand and letting her lead him inside.

The boy's eyes had trouble adjusting to the dark lighting at first; stumbling around in the dark while Ochiru led him into the main lobby. Sitting on one of the black leather couches in a Victorian style dress was a dark skinned woman with elegant hair reading a book. "Hello, Madame Dominista! I've brought a friend along with me today!" she said gesturing to Ichigo.

The woman put a bookmark in her book and looked up. "Ochiru!" she said in a voice that made Ichigo's repressed hormones take a few leaps over his mental barrier. "And who is this fine young man you've brought with you today?" She slowly and elegantly stood up and made her way over to the two. Her smile was quite charming but the look in her eyes made Ichigo a little afraid.

"This is Ichigo Kurosaki, a classmate of mine! I brought him here so that he could find his sense of power again." Ochiru cheerfully said. Ichigo looked at her dumbfounded; did she seriously say that out loud?

Madame Dominista walked around Ichigo and appraised the boy. "Hmm, yes. You have the look of somebody whose lost his footing and is being tossed around like a ship at sea." Her smile looked both sexy and devious to Ichigo. "I think you'll fit in nicely here. Ochiru," she said turning to the brunette. "Am I to assume you'll be partnering with your friend?" The girl cheerfully nodded. "Very well then. Take him to the top floor and use the pink room. It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Ichigo Kurosaki," she said departing, flashing a smile to the boy. "Have fun."

Ichigo gulped as he walked down the hallway and up the stairs, hearing some of the noises from the rooms, full of whipping, moaning and gasps of pain. What worried him most was what Ochiru had in store for him once they were alone. As they reached the top of the stairs Ochiru asked him something that blew him out of the water. "Hey Ichigo? Are you a virgin?"

"WHAT?"

"It's a simple question, Ichigo. I figured I'd better ask before we get into it. Are. You. A. Virgin?

"Um… no, no I'm not." Ichigo lost his virginity back in the Soul Society when he'd rescued Rukia. She came into his room one night to thank him and well… two plus two equals four….

"Oh goody! That makes this even more fun!" The girl walked down the hallway to a room with a red door. On it in pretty pink cursive were the words Pink Room.

Ichigo felt he was entitled to ask the obvious. "Uhh… Ochiru? Why's this place called the Pink Room?"

"Well you're new to all this, which means that you're pretty much pink on the inside to all of us, so Madame Dominista starts off rookies in the Pink Room. When you get more experience and you get comfortable she'll let you down into the lower floors. There are all sorts of different rooms here."

Before she opened the door Ichigo asked "So there are other color doors here?"

"Yep! One on each floor. There's Pink, Orange, Blue, Red, and finally Black, which is Madame Dominista's private room in the basement." Without any more interruptions Ochiru opened the door and stepped inside.

As Ichigo expected from the name, the Pink Room was all pink; a room that Yachiru probably would've loved to live in if it weren't for all the other items in it. Near the wall on the far side was a bed with red stain sheets; black leather straps fastened to the frame. To the side were several smaller rooms: a bathroom and several changing rooms. A large chest with the words TOY BOX emblazoned on the top rested near the walls. "Here we are! One sec; we should get you comfortable." Ichigo figured that he'd be wearing one of those black leather outfits that were so often associated with the play.

Ochiru must've sensed what Ichigo was thinking and shook her head. "We aren't wearing anything like what you're thinking, Ichigo. That's for the lower floors." Her hands reached for Ichigo's school jacket and started to unbutton it. "We'll just be in our birthday suits. Now you undress me." Ichigo's heart pounded in his chest as he slowly began to untie her school uniform. First her bowtie, then her jacket and then her shirt. Ichigo's hands were shaking as he unbuttoned it. He felt a something deep down that felt like… excitement? He could feel years of repressed hormones catching up to him as he undid her bra, letting out her bouncy globes.

Ichigo watched as Ochiru undid his pants and pulled them and his boxers down. As he stepped out of them the brunette licked her lips. "Wow, you're bigger than I expected!" she said with a grin as Ichigo stepped out of his pants. Since she was a bit shorter than Ichigo he had to get down on his knees to undo the clasp to her skirt and pulled down the garment along with her underwear. Raising a leg Ochiru let her schoolmate slide off her socks and shoes.

Once they were both naked Ochiru walked over to the bed and laid down on it. Ichigo stood there a little nervous and asked what he had been wondering since he walked in. "Hey, Ochiru? Who's gonna…"

Ochiru giggled. "Silly Ichigo, of course you're the Dom and I'm the Sub. Now then: we'll take this slow. Come over here." Ichigo obeyed and walked over to her. He got the hint when Ochiru slid her hands and feet into the leather straps at the bedposts and tightened them, fastening her to the bed.

As Ichigo tightened the last one on her left wrist Ochiru leaned forward. "So, before we get started, a couple of things. One: my safety word is strawberry, remember that. What's yours? For future reference obviously." Ichigo thought about it for a moment before saying "Rukia", making her nod. "Ok. Second: you don't need to hold back. I'm a big girl, so you're not gonna break me. Third: Anywhere but my face and lower legs, or everyone at school will see them. Fourth: Go over to the toy chest and pick out whatever you want. The choice is yours… Master," she purred into his ear, making a feeling of jubilation wash over Ichigo. Getting up, he walked over to the toy box and opened it. Once he saw what was inside, he almost fainted from the rush of blood to his head.

Inside was an array of toys that would make a stripper blush. Deciding on something simple, Ichigo grabbed a large riding crop. It felt heavy in his hand, like most of the weight was on the end. 'Kinda like Zangetsu…' he mused.

As he walked back over to Ochiru he gently ran the thick leather piece up her leg. "Oooh, Master…" she cooed. Feeling a bit bold, Ichigo ran the crop up her front, rubbing it against her pink nipples. Deciding to give in to his dark impulse, Ichigo gave her breast a harsh smack. "AH!" Ochiru cried out. Each time Ichigo would rub the crop against her sensually before giving her a harsh smack. Soon, her body began to be covered in red marks as Ichigo used the crop against her.

Ochiru's pussy was staining the bedsheets as she basked in the painful bliss. Just when she thought she was going to explode Ichigo ceased his assault. "Master?" she asked curious. She sighed in relief as Ichigo undid her restraints, but then he went right back to the toy box and pulled out some handcuffs. "Oh? And what would you have me do, Master?"

Ichigo didn't know why but he found something in being called Master that made him feel… empowered. It was like Ochiru said; he was starting to get a sense of power back in him. "Get on your knees," he ordered. Ochiru, sensing what Ichigo was about to do obeyed and put her hands behind her back letting Ichigo cuff her hands and feet. Grabbing her head gently, he guided it towards his throbbing shaft. "Suck me off, Ochiru."

Ochiru's mouth closed around his cock, bobbing back and forth quickly. Deciding that he wasn't finished, Ichigo grabbed the riding crop and rubbed it against her bare back, making her moan into his cock at its cold hard touch. A muffled moan erupted from Ochiru's mouth as Ichigo brought it down on her back, painting her white skin red. Ichigo moaned as Ochiru quickened his pace; noticing that the more he smacked her with the crop, the faster and deeper Ochiru went. As the tip of his cock slid down her throat and he could feel her hot mouth envelop all of his cock Ichigo felt his balls swell. "AH! Here it cums!" he roared before unloading into Ochiru's mouth. Ochiru moaned as she swallowed the sticky load, only taking her mouth off of Ichigo's cock once she'd swallowed every last drop. As she pulled away she licked her lips. "Mmmh, Master! You're delicious!" she said with a smirk. Ichigo unlocked the cuffs then laid her back onto the bed. "Ohhh, Master!" Ochiru cooed as she saw Ichigo's still-hard cock. "Please fuck me, Master!"

Cuffing Ochiru's hands to the headboard, Ichigo decided to let out his inner sadist (or maybe that was his inner hollow talking….) and grabbed Ochiru's legs, spreading them wide. He put her feet into the leather straps at the head of the board, leaving her completely vulnerable. Reaching for the riding crop again, Ichigo rubbed the leather against her dripping pussy. He didn't really know the rules of BDSM, but he knew that Ochiru loved getting whacked by the toy. "Ochiru, every time I hit you, I want you to beg me to fuck you," he ordered. He surprised himself with that statement but he enjoyed the thrill of it.

Getting down to business, Ichigo smacked Ochiru right on her clit. Ochiru's eyes widened as she screamed "AHHH! FUCK ME MASTER!"

SMACK! "PLEASE MASTER! FUCK ME!"

SMACK! "AHHHH! PLEASE! FUCK YOUR HORNY SLAVE, MASTER!"

Deciding that he'd had enough foreplay, Ichigo tossed the riding crop to the side of the bed and got on top of Ochiru. Ichigo lined up his cock with her sopping wet entrance and plunged his manhood into her. Gripping her legs, Ichigo pushed all the way until he bottomed out her pussy. A lewd moan erupted from both their lips as Ichigo brutally fucked his classmate.

He let it all out; his frustration at being powerless, his anger towards his friends for abandoning him, his feeling of weakness. Every negative emotion he'd been feeling for the past 7 months he let out. He no longer cared about anything; he was going fuck this girl into the mattress!

Ochiru wailed in pleasure as Ichigo fucked her. "AHHHHH! MASTTTTER!" she screamed. The bed shook from the powerful thrusts, banging into the wall with each thrust. Ichigo let go of her legs and his hands went to her swaying breasts, pulling on her hardened nipples. "YEEESSS!" Ochiru wailed as she felt her lower half melting. "I'M CUMMMING!"

Ichigo felt her pussy tighten around him and gripped her hard enough to leave bruises later. Deciding to act on impulse again, Ichigo leaned forward and bit down on her shoulder. "MMMMHPH!" he moaned into her delicate body as he came inside her, releasing his load deep into Ochiru. The schoolgirl's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she incoherently moaned as Ichigo creampied her.

They stayed like that for several minutes, basking in each other's warmth. Finally Ichigo took his mouth off of Ochiru's shoulder and pulled out, completely exhausted. With what strength he had left he removed the handcuffs and undid the leather straps, then collapsed next to her. "That… was… incredible!" he gasped.

Ochiru chuckled and cuddled up next to him. "Wow, you're a natural at this! You want me to ask Madame Dominista to give you a member's card?"

Ichigo thought about it for a moment. While he knew his father and sisters would have a cow if they learned he'd joined a BDSM club, he did indeed feel a little better about himself after dominating his classmate. "Sure."

"Goody!" Ochiru cheerfully said. She reached lower and stroked Ichigo's softened cock, making him shudder at her touch. "Now why don't you show me again just how powerful you are, Master…."

To Be Continued….

A.N.: E.L. James was right, this stuff IS easy. Now where are my millions of dollars?