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My experience in the BDSM world is non-existent. I am doing research and have asked for some advice from a person who has experience. There is no way possible for me to convey the 100% true feelings, trust, and devotion involved in the BDSM lifestyle. I hope that no one is offended by the way that I portray this lifestyle and its choices, and please believe that I would never purposely do , write, or say anything to make this lifestyle or the choices of those in this lifestyle seem bad. I truly hope that you all enjoy this fictional story.
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Chapter 3: His Scene
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I am facing the wall with the mirror to my back, eyes cast down awaiting my Mistress's next actions. I feel the crop cut through the air, as I hear the sounds it makes before it lands across my skin. My Mistress then takes the leather crop and taps my ass. I feel the edge of it slide down my inner thigh. I am so turned on. I want her to spank me again and fuck me once more. I wish we were back on the bed so I could lick her delicious pussy. Remembering the sensation of her juices running down my chin and neck as she climaxed from my mouth alone, made me even harder than I am already. Controlling my thoughts is not easy. I want to be inside her.
"Look how excited my little pain slut is," she says. "Do you like it when your Mistress leaves you wanting more?"
I know she is not really looking for a verbal answer since she placed a ball gag in my mouth. She sends the crop swishing through the air landing against my inner thigh, her left hand snakes around my side pinching hard on my nipple.
Standing feet apart, ankles cuffed and each clipped to eyebolt in the floor, my cuffed wrists are clipped to a rope and pulley above my head. I now realize my Mistress is quite talented in the art of restraints. Walking in front of me yet again, she flicks her tongue over my hard nipples sucking and biting one after the other. My body's response to her touch makes her realize just how close she has me right now. Several swats across my entire backside and chest have me not only aroused, but also longing for more.
"Edward you will nod your head to answer me. Do you understand?" She inquires.
I nod my understanding. "Is your color still green?"
I nod. "That pleases me. If that changes, remember to use the button buzzer in your hand. Your body is so responsive to me Edward. I think I'll test your tolerance a little more, but first I have a few other things in mind."
I hear her walk across the hard wood floor, unable to see where she is going. Cabinets and drawers clatter, opening and closing, it sounds like she may be placing items on a metal tray. As she moves back toward me I hear wheels rolling across the floor, accompanying her steps. I feel her hands run up my arms positioned above my head. My arousal grows as she lightly drags her nails across my skin and down my arms.
"I can tell you really enjoy my touch. I like watching your response to small things, like my voice talking to you now as your body waits, anticipating my next movement," she says.
She walks around leaning against me. Capturing my right nipple with her mouth she sucks ...hard. I tense my body, to stop from moaning in pleasure. Even though my eyes are lowered, I still see her movements in my peripheral vision. She already knows I like the nipple clamps. Her hot, wet mouth sucking my nipple has me dangerously close to making noise, which she has forbidden. Clearly her plan is to push me even more, testing my limits. I bite down hard on the ball and try to slow my breathing. Relax, I order myself.
"Very good job Edward, you shock me with your submission skills and your ability to obey while being pushed. I can't wait to discover more about you and your body. I look forward to pushing you even further and developing your complete submission to me. Now I have some pleasure for you," she said as she unclips my restrained ankles. "Turn around and face the mirror," she orders.
I turn slowly, now facing the mirror keeping my eyes lowered. She has not given me permission to look. I feel her nails lightly trail up my back and rub down my arms as she purrs to me. "Edward, you are such a good pain slut and please your Mistress very much." Her hands travel lower on my back until her fingernails lightly scratch over my ass.
She lowers the rope where my wrist cuffs have been restrained and unlatches the cuffs. Looking down, I see she ran the rope from the hoist through the eyebolt in the floor and placed a step stool over the rope. "I already know you enjoy pleasure and have just witnessed firsthand the way you react to pain. I think I will give you a little of both, at the same time."
She steps back to the tray and returns holding a long bar. "This is a spreader bar, it will help me control the placement of your feet and how far apart I want your knees," she tells me as she snaps one end to each of my ankle cuffs securing the bar to the eyebolts in the floor.
"Edward is your color still green?"
I nod.
"Okay now lean forward, your hands will rest on the step stool," she tells me as she latches each wrist cuff back to the rope. Then she raises the hoist and as the rope lifts above the eyehook, it pulls down on the cuff side, which pulls my hands tight to the stool. Once the rope is taut, I am bent at the waist and secured to the step stool with my legs spread wide open. "Now my lovely slut, look in the mirror. I want you to watch the things I do to you," she said.
I watch her as she moves behind me. I then lock my gaze on the mirror as I have been ordered. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror. "Edward, you listen so well. Are you comfortable in this position, my slut?" she asks.
I nod. Hearing her call me her slut makes me strive harder to please her.
My Mistress steps up behind me, lightly scratching my back with her nails. Goose bumps erupt on my flesh in the wake of her touch. "Are you chilled, or just turned on by the touch as my nails rake over your skin, my slut?" She laughs, not really expecting an answer.
I feel her fingers graze over my ass, paying special attention to my entrance. Watching as she picks up a bottle of lube from the metal-wheeled tray table. She pours some on her fingers and rubs them together, watching me in the mirror. As she lowers her lubed fingers back where I want them, I see a spark of desire in her eyes. One by one, she pushes three of her small, but strong fingers into me while rolling my balls in her other hand. "Oh my slut, your ass is so nice and tight. I'm going to tap this tight ass tonight. Would you like me to do that, my little slut?"
I nod eagerly.
She picks up a rather large size butt plug from the tray and lubes it generously. Placing her lips next to my ear she breathes, "Relax my little slut; I need to be sure you're ready for me." She slowly works the plug into my ass murmuring words of encouragement. Once the plug is set deep in my ass, she gives the base a little tap. I nearly moan at the unexpected jolt of pleasure soaring through my body. The smile on her face as she watches my reaction almost causes me to cum.
Turning away from me slightly, she picks up another item from the tray and sets down a wooden, straight-backed chair directly in front of me. Lifting her leg, she throws it over the side, slowly lowering her body until she is sitting with her legs spread wide and her glistening pussy practically in my face. The smell of her arousal is driving me insane. God I want to taste her.
"I'm going to remove the ball gag now. Do not make a sound or I will punish you severely and if I do punish you, you will get no pleasure at all. You're going to lick my pussy now. While you do, I'll use my nice flogger here to spank your ass. You are not allowed to cum. Is that understood?"
I nod. "Are you still green?" she asks.
I nod, knowing this will require concentrated effort on my part. She scoots forward so her pussy is against the ball and reaches behind me to unclasp the gag.
The flogger smacking across my back is arousing, but to have her sweet smelling pussy right under my nose at the same time is almost sensory overload. When the flogger tails wrap around my sides, it brings blood to the surface and heightens the pleasurable sensations. The small leather strips leave stinging, yet arousing, feelings sizzling across my skin.
As soon as the ball gag is removed, drool is not important while my hungry mouth buries deep against her wet folds, licking and sucking her clit. I am pleasing my Mistress. "Yes my slut, lick my pussy," she says as the flogger's leather straps slap across my ass, hitting the plug, and sending shimmers of pleasure rippling through my body. I start licking faster, sucking and tongue fucking her while laving up as much of her juices as I can.
Her aim is great and the flogger descends upon the plug again and again. When an orgasm rolls through her, she grabs a handful of my hair, thrusting her pussy harder against my face and rocking her pelvis into my mouth. I give her one more lick as she smacks the flogger across my backside again, releasing my hair.
"That was very good my little slut. Did you enjoy having my pussy thrust in your face?" She asks.
I nod enthusiastically, wanting her to know I loved it. She moves across the room and I know when she comes back she will be wearing a strap-on. Thinking about what she will do to my ass, causes pre-cum to leak all over the head of my dick.
She walks in front of me grabbing my hair again saying, "Suck my cock, you little slut."
I wrap my mouth around the latex penis. Once I have the entire thing so far into my mouth it is hitting the back of my throat I stop, showing her I can take what she gives me.
"I see my dirty slut boy likes to suck his Mistresses' cock. I wonder if my slut will like it when this big cock is buried deep inside his tight little ass. What is your color, my little cock-sucking slut?" she asks, pulling out so I can answer.
"Green Mistress, very green," I say as she pushes the cock back into my mouth.
Grabbing my hair again with both hands she starts fucking my mouth with the strap-on. This is a bigger turn on than I thought it would be. It is on my yellow list. She is pushing my limits as she promised she would.
"I can't wait any longer, slut. I am going to fuck your pretty, tight, sexy ass now. Are you still green?" she asks.
I nod and she moves behind me. "I want you to watch me fuck you right in your tight ass. Don't stop watching or I will not allow you a release. Are we clear?" she asks.
I nod again and feel her remove the plug. I felt so full with the plug in me and hated the empty feeling once it was gone. I hope she fills me soon.
She has already lubed her cock and lines it up slowly before entering me. I know I will not last long, but have faith in my Mistress. She pulls almost all the way out meeting my gaze in the mirror as she slams back into me. My mouth opens in an 'O', but I make no sound.
She sets a fast pace, fucking me hard and deep, never once removing her eyes from mine in the mirror. "Such a good slut, you take orders well. Now you can speak. Tell me what it feels like having your Mistress fuck your tight ass, slut. I want to hear you now—be loud! Tell me now!" She demands.
"Mistress your big cock feels so good in my ass," I cry out. "I love how hard you fuck my ass, Mistress. It feels so good having you fill my tight ass with your cock. Please, Mistress, fuck me harder," I beg her. She grabs my hips and starts fucking me with deeper, harder thrusts. As I moan out in pleasure, I start begging her. "Please Mistress, may I cum for you? Please Mistress. I want to show you how good you make me feel."
Her brown eyes are still locked with my green ones in the mirror. Grabbing my hips even harder, she pulls out almost all the way before slamming back into me. "Cum for me, my slut. Do it now, cum for me." My body obeys her command. I stream out long ribbons of cum against my chest and slump against the stool.
My Mistress pulls out and immediately starts removing my restraints. After unclipping my ankles and removing the spreader bar, she removes the wrist restraints. She kneels behind me rubbing my legs, back, and arms.
"What is your color?" She asks softly, as she removes the strap on.
"Green, Mistress," I reply.
"Good to know, follow me," she says.
I walk behind her noticing we are not leaving the playroom, instead we go to the bed. Grabbing a towel set on the edge of the mattress she turns and begins wiping cum off of me. When she pays special attention to my cock, I cannot help becoming aroused again.
"Well it seems like my slut boy enjoys it when his Mistress touches his body. Do you like my touch, you dirty slut?" She asks, smirking in satisfaction.
"Yes Mistress, your slut enjoys your touch a lot," I reply, unashamed. This woman owns me right now. I want her to know it.
"Good slut, now I want your mouth to please me. I want you to show me more of that talented tongue. If my slut does a really good job, then his Mistress will allow her slut to fuck her tight pussy." Sitting on the bed, she scoots across to the middle where she reclines on the pillows, spreading her legs open for me. Her piercing winks up at me from between her glistening bare folds.
I crawl onto the bed and rest between her legs, leaning on my hands to keep from touching her. I push my face forward, burrowing my tongue into her wetness. I start flicking it across the slick skin between her folds and up and down her piercing, thankful Peter made sure I was well schooled in the technique. Proud to feel her clit swell with excitement. "Look at me," she growls. My eyes snap to hers immediately.
She has a hand on each of her breasts pushing them close together. Never breaking eye contact she leans her head forward and starts flicking her nipple rings with her tongue, matching my rhythm. Seeing my Mistress do this increased my desire to please her. Before I know it her hands are buried into my hair as she yanks and pulls, grinding her pussy into my face. As her orgasms crash, one into another, she yells out, "On your knees now and bury that cock in me. Do it now, slut, fast and hard."
I push onto my knees and move up, cupping her legs over my arms. After making sure I am in line, I thrust into her as deep and fast as I can. My Mistress yells out, "Fuck me harder, slut." The pace I set is relentless, glad I shot a load a short time ago. I should last much longer now.
Following her orders is so erotic. Using my arms to lift her a little higher, I really start slamming my cock into her. "That's it my slut, make your Mistress cum. Fuck me harder! Yes just like that, slut…more…yeah, deeper. Can you feel my hot, tight pussy squeezing your big cock?" She asks as she cums again.
"Yes Mistress, it feels so good. May I please cum for you?" I ask.
"Fuck me as hard as you can and be verbal when you cum," she replies. Thrusting into her so hard it sounds like she is beating my ass with her bare hand as my skin smacks against hers. Suddenly, her pussy clamps around my dick like a vise.
"Oh Mistress, your pussy is so tight . . . it's milking my cock. I'M CUMMING FOR YOU SO HARD MISTRESS!' I scream out as I continue thrusting, riding out our orgasms.
"Yes!" she shouts out as she wraps her legs around my body stilling my movements, pulling me down beside her.
As our breathing slows and becomes normal, she tells me, "I am truly amazed by you, Edward. You behave like a seasoned submissive and yet you have very little experience or training. I'll run us a nice hot tub and we'll soak together. Please pick up the things that need to be washed, bring them into the bathroom, and load them into the cleaner. Be quick so we can soak for a few while I rub out your muscles and check you over. Then we'll shower and I'll clean you up.
I quickly pick up everything that could go in the dishwasher and place the leather items and other things on the table. I would clean those with wipes later.
When I enter the bathroom, I load the washable items into the dishwasher that had been installed in the room for toy cleaning and sterilization. Walking to the large tub, I assist my Mistress in it.
"Kneel," she orders me. I drop to my knees and she removes my collar. "You are still collared. This is only coming off so you can soak. Your submission is still mine. You may speak as long as it is respectfully. You may join me in the tub."
"Yes Mistress."
I sit with her in the huge tub. She rubs out my arms and legs with her palms before moving to my back where her thumbs trace deep, soothing circles down my spine and across my upper hip, loosening the tight muscles from bending over the stool earlier. I moan in pleasure.
"Does that feel good?" she asks.
"Yes my Mistress, your hands feel amazing on my skin." I stiffen a little; worried I said too much, but then I feel her hot breathes on the back of my neck and her moist, warm tongue licks from the base of my neck to my ear.
"Your skin feels amazing on my hands," she says huskily into my ear, lightly biting down on my earlobe.
The bath water starts cooling and she stands saying, "Let's go to the shower now."
She turns the water on inside the shower and there seems to be jets everywhere. I wash her hair and soap her body, trying hard to avoid paying extra attention to a particular part of her. Even though I want to grab her beautiful full breasts and flick her nipple rings, like she did earlier. I refrain, but feel myself growing hard again. Everything about my Mistress excites me.
As she washes my body, her hands clean me and arouse me at the same time. It's not long before her attention zeroes in on my erection. "I think we need to fix this problem. What sounds best to you, my mouth or my pussy?" she asks.
"Whatever pleases you most, Mistress," I reply.
"You never fail to amaze me," she says as she leans forward and bites down on one nipple while pinching the other.
She moves her mouth down my body. As water in the shower rains down on us, she engulfs my hard cock, deep throating my full package. The sensation of her swallowing while my cock is deep in her throat is mind blowing. She starts moving up and down my cock, swirling her tongue around the tip. She pulls my cock out of her mouth with a pop and says, "Sit down on the bench."
I sit down and she straddles my lap, facing away from me. "Give me your hands," she demands. I move my hands where she can grab them and place them where she wants them. She puts one hand on one of her breasts, the other on her pelvic bone. "Make me want your cock," she says lying back against my chest. My mouth is at the base of her neck. I open my lips slightly as I rub small circles on her clit and flick the bar with one hand while switching between flicking her nipple ring's and pinching her nipple's one after the other.
Her hips started gyrating against me. She lifts slightly and slams down, taking my cock deep inside her. "This feels good, but it's not quite what I need," she says as she stands up and leans back against the wall. "Get on your feet now," she orders. "Fuck me against the wall, no sounds. Keep both your hands on my body at all times. Use your mouth on me. You're free to climax after I do," she says.
My Mistress is limber. I have her legs wrapped around my waist in no time flat. I bury my cock deep inside her with one swift move. She moans out loudly when I withdraw from her slightly before slamming back into her. I press my thumb hard against her hot button. Sucking on her nipples and neck, I start pumping as fast and deep as I can.
I know this is the last time I will be with her this weekend. Since there has been no talk yet of me being invited back as her submissive, I am going to make this count. I drive into her relentlessly. As I push her over the edge for the third time, I blow my load deep into her glorious pussy. After we both come down from our climaxes, we clean each other off in the cooling water.
We are both clean now and I help Mistress out of the shower, drying her off. I hold her robe for her as she slips into it she says, "Kneel," and I did. She places the collar back on my neck. "Finish cleaning the playroom, get dressed, and meet me in the kitchen in thirty minutes," she orders.
"Yes Mistress," I reply.
I have the playroom clean and back in order in no time at all. I start the dishwasher and turn off the lights. Pulling the door shut, I hope this is not the last time I will get the chance to clean this room.
As I get dressed, I reflect on my time here since Friday. I wish it had lasted longer. I want more time with my Mistress. I have to hope she is as pleased with me as I am with her. I turn over everything I've told her about myself in my mind, wondering if there is anything I've said that might cause her to reject me. I am proud of the self-control I exhibited this weekend.
Entering the kitchen I drop to my knees, waiting her acknowledgement of my presence. A few minutes pass and I hear, "Crawl over here to me." I crawl toward her gladly. Quickly getting into my submissive kneel when I reach her, my eyes lowered as I await my next order.
"Edward it is a quarter to three on Sunday. Since this is our test weekend, I am going to remove your collar now. I expect you to continue being respectful and be nothing but honest while we discuss this test weekend. Do you understand?" She asks.
I nod in response.
After she removed the collar she said, "Edward, please join me for a sandwich and glass of lemonade."
"Thank you, ma'am," I reply.
We both eat our sandwiches and drink our lemonade, not talking just relaxing and enjoying the quiet.
"Edward, tell me the one thing that was the hardest for you this weekend," she said.
"I think the hardest thing I had to do this weekend was keeping my hands and mouth to myself," I answer.
"Elaborate on that, please," she said.
"Earlier, watching you flick your tongue across your nipple rings caused desire to surge through me. I wanted to pull you as close to me as I could to suck and lick your nipples and breasts. I've never been so drawn to another person's body as I was to yours in that moment." My voice grew husky just thinking about licking her nipples.
"I would like you to consider being my weekend submissive. I'll send you home with a complete list of my rules and expectations. I want you to go over all of the information and we can meet Wednesday promptly at seven," she said. "Would you rather meet here, or Eclipse?"
"I can meet you here at seven, Ma'am," I reply.
"Very well, here is your copy of the papers you need to go over. I will see you Wednesday. Thank you, Edward. You really impressed me," she said as we walked to the door. She touched my cheek running her thumb along my jaw. I let out a rugged breath and placed my hand over hers on my face. Picking her hand up slightly, I turn my head enough to press her hand against my lips.
"I want to thank you Ma'am, for giving me my fantasy yesterday and my scene today." Then I turned to leave without looking back, even though my entire body wants to run back and beg her to keep me forever.
When I get home to my big empty house, I sit down and pull the packet of papers out. It contains a standard contract. Peter already informed me this would be part of the deal. There is a list of Domme and Submissive rules along with a completely new limits checklist to go over.
Running my hands through my hair, I think back to earlier when my face was buried deep against her sex, as she pulled my hair. I need to think of other things. Later I decide to take a shower, cook dinner, and relax. I will take this paperwork with me tomorrow and go over it during my down times.
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First and foremost I want to give a huge shout out to the wonderful AUNT BELL who is my Beta for this story. Thank you for well…FOR...everything.
Thank you to Jess and Lisa for pre-reading and supporting me with encouraging words. It means a HUGE amount to me.
Thanks to Emms….For helping with some wording and ideas.
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Thank you for your patience while I got this chapter sorted. I will be posting on a schedule of every other Thursday, for right now anyway….Once I get a few chapters ahead and all the way on my feet in this story I will post more frequently.
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