Ok, so I'm a novice!  

Kokomo1963 46M/53F
42 posts
5/28/2006 1:18 pm

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6/15/2006 10:26 am

Ok, so I'm a novice!


It’s early morning–nighttime still really, and you’ve just gotten off work. You come in and mess around, winding down from your shift. You’re getting bored, when you realize you have your beautiful woman, asleep in your bed. She came while you were at work and well, you’re not quite used to her being there for you yet. We don’t get a lot of time together, living so far apart, but you’re not going to let the moment pass a minute longer.
You come into the bedroom and see me lying on my stomach, with the pillows pulled over my head and a foot hanging out. You take off all your clothes and then lay very gently right on top of me, and start whispering in my ear: “Baby, your Master is home, time to wake up”. At first, I hear you but can’t really register it. You continue talking to me and start to move your hands under the covers to run your hand along my side and then put it on my ass and move to the inside of my thigh. Of course I’m already wet because although I’m not awake enough to talk, I’m awake enough to respond to your voice.
Slowly you start rubbing my clit, to convince me to roll over and let you in, which I do immediately. When I’m laying on my back, you move your finger down to feel the wetness between my legs and rub your fingers in the moistness and put some on my clit, to save and lick shortly. By now, I’m starting to moan softly and spread my legs wider. I know where you’re going and I’m a very greedy lover and just have to have it. But you know this and stop, causing me to groan in protest. Which prompts a, “Shush, slave!” from you.
I haven’t bothered to open my eyes yet, but I do now and look up at you, hoping I can plead with you to continue using your finger in/on my pussy. But you will not be swayed. You know that you have been too lenient with me lately, and that it’s long overdue for you to remind me who is the Master and who is the Slave.
You reach over into a drawer and pull out the blindfold that you have kept close by for this very moment, when you take me in your own bed and truly bind me to you. You then bring out the bindings for my wrists and ankles and proceed to put them on slowly, tormenting me as you go, because I know that it is going to be a while before I find my release. Once I have the bindings on, you attach each one, lovingly, to each end of the bed and pull them tight to immobilize me, for your absolute control and pleasure. Since there are still hours left of darkness, you don’t say a word–just let me wonder what, how, when, what you will do to me.
You slowly take out the leather paddle you’ve bought just for my ass and rub it over my shoulders, down my back, across my ass. I moan quietly and you remove it…and wait. I’m starting to wonder if I’ve displeased you and then SMACK! You ask me if I am willing to be completely submissive for my Master. I say, “yes”…SMACK! You tell me I don’t sound sure and I’m not addressing my Master properly…SMACK! So I say louder, “Yes Master”. “Good”, you tell me. Then you ask me what I will do for my Master. I tell you, “Whatever you want”; SMACK! You tell me again that I still am not remembering my place. I say again, “Yes Master”. SMACK! “No”, you tell me, “that is not the answer to the question”. SMACK! You ask me again, “What will you do for your Master?” I say, “Whatever you want, Master”. “That is better”.
You take time to check the restraints again–making me wait and wonder what you will do next. Once you are done, you lean over me and run your finger down the crack of my ass. With every stroke, you push your finger farther in between my ass cheeks until you hit my ass hole. After several times of this, you spread my ass cheeks and push your finger into my ass. I moan loudly and you ask me if I like it and I say, “Yes Master”. You tell me I’m a good girl and now I’m learning how to please my Master.
You start moving your finger in and out of my ass, steadily and forcefully. As I start to moan louder, I also try to push back against your finger, but can’t. I can feel an orgasm building and am frantic to pull you deeper inside of me but can’t quite get to my ‘sweet spot’. You sense not only my frustration, but my orgasm…and you STOP. I’m so close and you know it. I’m moaning and I start begging you to continue…”Please Master…” SMACK! “You were not given permission to speak, Slave. How quickly you forget what your Master teaches you.” SMACK! “You will make no requests of your Master, Slave; you will not speak unless you are requested or told to” “Yes Master” SMACK! “Oh, we have a lot of work to do here”, you tell me. I stop talking and so do you. There is silence. I can hear you moving quietly, but don’t know what you are doing. I don’t know what is going to happen next.
The next thing I know, I hear you close to my ear as you run the paddle from my shoulder to my back to my ass, and then back up again. You’re talking in my ear, telling me what you will do to me if I am a good Slave and if I please my Master. But I have to give myself to you fully before I can begin to please my Master. “But…”, you tell me…SMACK!...”you are not there yet; you still need a lot of training and I’m going to give it to you. You need to know my touch and what it can do for you if you are a good Slave”.

rm_KnowStuff 56M
240 posts
5/28/2006 6:31 pm

Shame I'm not Master material. Not built that controlling. I'm the type that if you mess up bad with me I may simply just pull down your pants, bend you over my knee, raise my hand, admire the beautiful bum before me... and ... uhm ... what was it we were doing again???


Kokomo1963 replies on 5/30/2006 8:30 am:
You just never know what you can do...I wasn't "slave" material before I met my Master...but he definitely unlocked that from me! ?*

friendlyfun1234 48M

5/30/2006 4:08 pm

Wow...what a exciting story! I love the Master/Slave type of fun and games. Looking forward to the next post and the erotic narrative.


Kokomo1963 replies on 5/31/2006 3:15 pm:
Oh definitely not a game...I used to think the same thing. A lifestyle--that is not for everyone. And that was at the novice level (actually I think a couple of steps below novice! LOL. )
He's trying to train me now, but having had to be the strong, independent type for so many years, it's not an easy transition. Fortunately, he's patient, loving and kind, as much as he's demanding and rough. I'm a lucky girl!

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