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S&M Friend (completed)
S&M Friend (completed)
I popped into a newsagent to buy some gum and on my way out I saw a pink card in the window with the other classifieds. I don't know why I looked at it, curiousity I guess. It was posted by someone looking for submissive women to have discreet liaisons with. It turned me on immediately.
I'd never contemplated S&M or Bondage or anything like that before; I was only 19 years old. At the time I actually had a boyfiend, although the relationship was already deteriorating, and the sex was disatisfying and bordering on non-existent. I was bored. And the advert struck a chord with me because I knew I liked being taken control of. My first boyfriend had taught me that.
I took the number down and I dialled it that evening, alone in my bedroom. I had little idea of what to expect. The voice that answered was deep and mature. He asked me some questions, I can't remember what. Then he layed down the rules.
I had to call him "Master" or "Sir". I had to do as I was told. He told me some of the things he was going to do to me. He made me cream my knickers immediately. I lay on the floor playing with myself, begging him to tell me more. When I forgot to call him "Sir" he called me a slut and told me off. He told me what to wear when I would meet him. I had to wear a skirt, no tights. I told him i'd get cold cos it was winter, and please could I wear them. He said it was okay as long as I took them off when I got to his place. When I was ready to be used, I had to get on my knees and say "Begging permission to serve you Sir".
I was to meet him outside his local tube station, and he'd come and walk me to his place. As I stood outside the station waiting, I was so nervous. More than anything else, I was scared that he'd think me hideous and say "No thanks love". Less so, I was worried that I'd find him unattractive. Lurking in the back of my mind was the fear that I couldn't do all those things that he wanted me to, that when it came to the crunch i'd bottle it. In all honesty, when i'd taken his number and called, I hadn't planned on meeting him. I was just curious and bored.
As I stood outside the station, people walking past, the thoughts "What am I doing?" and "These people have no idea what i'm upto" kept going through my mind. I was wearing a short black dress, with a long black coat on top, black tights and bright red lipstick on. I felt so out of place and people kept looking at me. I'd never dressed like that before; it was a special look for my special rendezvous. I had to look different because what I was about to do was surreal.
After waiting 5-10 minutes he turned up, and we said 'hello', and I followed him to his house, a 5 minute walk from the station. As I walked behind him, I rejoiced silently to myself that he was cute. He looked completely unassuming, short light brown hair, gentle features with glasses and casually dressed. Somewhere inside I was expecting a burly middle aged man with a beard (and maybe a riding crop hanging out of one pocket). But this man looked no older than his early thirties and looked normal. I was happy.
The first thing I noticed about his house was that it wasn't very tidy. It was very much a blokes house. When we walked through the front door, I remembered my promise to take off my tights, which I did as soon as the door shut behind me. It was embarressing, but arousing aswell, a reminder of why I was there.
We went to the living room, and he offered me a drink and went to get it for me. He had the hugest record collection i've ever seen to date, all in vinyls in a huge storage shelf in the living room. I was absolutely enthralled. I'd never seen vinyls before. He had everything. From Beatles, REM, Micheal Jackson, Green Day, Depeche Mode, the list was endless. I was looking through the records when he bought my drink in, and he handed it to me. I asked if i could take some of the records out and he said it was fine. I sat down on the floor in front of the shelf looking at the records, and he sat down on the sofa behind me.
I was conscious of the fact that sitting on the floor with my back to him, he could see my legs, and a little up my skirt. I was nervous, and was asking 101 questions about his record collection as i tend to do when i'm nervous, tentatively sipping my drink, knowing that he was watching me.
Finally, he cleared his throat and said "Shall we get started? Come over here".
I crawled over to where he was sat on all fours, and kneeling in front of him I said the words that I had memorised "Begging permision to serve you Sir". He stared at me for a moment, and then he leaned forward, grabbed my face towards him, and began to kiss me. Hard kisses, tongue thrust into my mouth. Then he told me to stand up, which I did.
As I stood in front of him, he told me to pull my skirt up. I lifted it up so that my knickers were exposed, and he squeezed my pussy. I felt a rush of juices to my knickers, and heat rising up my face to my head. He pulled my knickers down, and said he was going to "Inspect me". He told me to hold my pussy open for him while he touched it, stroking it and pushing his fingers inside me. Then he told me to bend over and he did the same form behind. He stroked my arse, and unexpectedly he slapped it. It wasn't like i'd been slapped before; these were hard, stinging slaps. After slapping me a few times he stroked me again.
He got me on my knees again and undid my dress completely, taking my breasts out of my bra so that they hung over it. He squeezed them, and twisted my nipples hard so that it made me cry out a little. I was aware of how he watched my facial reaction to everything he did. I know I must have looked terrified, becuase I didn't know what he would do next, but i was enjoying this new feeling. The feeling of being completely obedient and having no control whatsoever. I knew that the fear on my face was turning him on; i noticed the bulge in his pants that he was stroking now and then.
He stopped fondling my breasts and stood up, unzipping his pants. He pulled them down, taking his underwear down with it. I was face to face with a lovely long, thick, hard cock. White shaft, beautiful smooth pink head, little bulging veins running all the way down. It was rock solid, standing out, the little hole at the tip of it wet with pre cum, which was glistening. He told me to suck it.
Being the cosmopolitan kinda girl I am, I began by licking the tip, just like every sex manual in every womans magazine will tell you to. I mopped up the pre cum with my tongue, pausing to swallow it for effect, rubbing the tip of his cock over my moist lips, his eyes looking down at me. Then I began to lick the shaft with my tongue, running it from the tip down to the base.
He wasn't interested however in my party tricks; his urgency to fuck my mouth took over and he thrust his cock into my open lips. I tilted my head back and let him fuck my face, his cock running deep into the roof of my mouth, his hands clutching the back of my head, pulling me closer as he pushed his cock further down my throat. A few times i started to gag, my eyes watering and the feeling of being chocked rising in my chest and throat, saliva dribbling down uncrontrollably from my mouth, dripping down over my breasts. When this would happen, he would stop thrusting and let me take a little control; standing still with his ramrod hard cock at the entrance of my mouth, he allowed me to bob my head back and forward, his cock sliding easilly in an out of my mouth, covered in my own saliva.
When he tired of this, he sat down on the sofa and got me to sit on my knees in front of him on the floor. I had no idea what he would do next. I was trembling and out of breath after having my mouth fucked for so long. My hair and face was a mess, my lipstick now gone and replaced by saliva all over my mouth. My pussy was wet and throbbing; I wanted so badly for him to just bend me over and fuck me. Instead, he took out a carrier bag and put it next to him on the sofa. He squeezed my nipples, twisting them to get them hard and pert. Then from inside the bag he took out washing pegs. I wanted to laugh, it seemed so ridiculous! But of course I didn't, fearing the repercussions.
He squeezed one of my nipples, and then clipped the washing peg to it. It hurt, and it made me cry out in pain. I'd never really felt a pinch like that before, not on my nipples at least.When he reached for the second breast, I flinched. He grabbed me with a heavy hand, and told me not to move. He clipped onether peg onto my other nipple. Again I cried out. I was acutely aware of him watching me, so much so that I found it difficult to look at him. Similarly, I couldn't look down at my own breasts, because I felt a mixture of hilarity and humiliation at what he had just done. He just sat back for a moment and looked at me.
Then he dug his hands into the bag and took out more pegs. I thought "Oh my god, what is he going to do with them?" To my relief, he threw one of them on the floor behind me. Then he threw another, and another, and another, until about 10-12 were sactterd all over the carpet. As he threw them, he watched my puzzled face trying to figure out what in the world he was doing. Then he sat back and said simply "Fetch". I stared at him for a moment, dumbfounded. I actually thought to myself "Is he fucking joking?". I didn't get a chance to dwell on it further because he raised his voice amd said something like "Go and fetch them like the dog you are and bring them to me". This turned me on; I felt yet another throb in my pussy.
I turned around and got on all fours, and proceeded to crawl around the room. When I got to the first peg, I went to pick it up with my hand, and from behind me I heard "With your mouth". Slowly, i bent down my head to pick the peg up with my teeth. It took a couple of seconds to grab it, and I knew my arse was in the air, my pussy exposed, him watching every movement I made. This only made my pussy throb even more. Once the peg was in my mouth i turned around on all fours and delivered it to my 'Master', dropping it in his hand as he patted my head with his other hand and said "Good doggy". I did this with every peg in the room, and by the end my arms hurt, and my knees stung from the carpet rubbing against my skin. Inwardly, I felt resentment.
When I bought the last peg to him, he told me again what a 'good doggy' I was, and he pulled my face towards him and kissed me, stroking my hair at the back of my head. It sounds ridiculous, but I felt so pleased that he was pleased; I felt grateful that he was kissing me. This was the beginning of a cycle of humiliation/pain/abuse followed by kind words, gentle touches/kisses and praise. His role was transient, moving between being abusive/hurtful and benevolent/merciful, while I flitted between being fearful/obedient and being grateful for the treatment I recieved.
He got me to sit on the sofa, and he went out of the room to get something. As I sat there, in the middle of the afternoon, naked on a strangers sofa, my nipples aching from the pegs which had now fallen off and my knees raw from crawling on the carpet, it occured to me that what I was doing was weird. And possibly wrong. I was trembling from the excitement though, and my hand strayed silently to my clitoris, feeling how hard it was, and how wet my pussy was. As I heard footsteps approaching, I quickly moved my hand away.
He came in carrying 2 items. One was a banana. The other was a cucumber of sizeable proportions. I thought nothing other than "oh....my....god". I'm no prude (as you can probably tell) but fucking around with food was something i'd never done. To me, it was a joke about desperate women left on the shelf, with nothing for company but a zucchinni. Nevertheless, when he kneeled down in front of me, pushed open my legs and told me he was going to fuck my pussy now, i complied happily.
First he played with my pussy, rubbing my clit which felt mind-blowing -my pussy having been neglected for sometime- using his free hand to rub his own cock. Then he took the banana, and placed it at the entrance of my pussy. I flinched initially, becuase it felt so cold against my flesh. He glared at me, his eyes conveying that I wasn't to move; I sat still. He pushed the banana inside me, and despite being wet, it did require some force, and it was quite tight. Once he got it halfway in, he started thrusting it in and out, watching my reaction as he did. At first it felt weird, because it was cold, but once I was acclimatised, it felt good, and I started to enjoy it, rocking my hips back and forth and moaning. He pushed it deeper and deeper, rubbing his own huge erection as he did so. Just as it got ecstatic, he slid the banana out, and reached for the cucumber.
He pushed my legs wider, and without any deliberation, pushed it inside me. This time I really did jump, because it was huge. I'd never had anything so big in my pussy before. It hurt, and I felt stretched to my very limits. He fucked me with it gently until i relaxed my muscles, and then furiously thrusting it in and out to the rhythm of his other hand rubbing his cock. I felt like passing out with the pleasure of being opened up so wide, moaning louder and louder.
Then he stopped and pulled it out, a big effort since it was so big and had been pushed in so far. I felt relief in my pussy, and I was breathless with having been fucked so hard by something so big.
As I caught my breath, he took opened a draw and took out a collar. It was black, with tiny little metal spikes all the way around. He put this around my neck. Then he took out a leash, and attached it to the collor. He told me to get on the floor on all fours, and he held on to the leash. Then he walked ahead of me, tugging the leash, and I followed. He told me I was a "good doggy", and lead me to the stairs. It was weird going up the stairs on all fours. He stood behind to watch my upturned arse. About halfway up he told me to stop and turned me around. Sitting on the stairs, he fucked my mouth again. With every thrust of his cock into my mouth I felt my back burn against the carpet, and I couldn't help but play with my now swollen and dripping pussy while his cock rammed my head against the stairs.
When he tired of this, he walked me like a dog to his bedroom. I didn't bother looking around, I was so desperate now to be fucked. He got me onto the bed so that my bottom half was on the edge. Then he pushed my legs open and slid his cock against my wet pussy. I was so excited, so desperate to be fucked now, I had my legs as wide open as possible.
Finally, his cock pushed it's way into my pussy. I felt like crying with the relief I felt to have his perfect, long, hard cock sliding in and out of me. All I could say is "fuck me" over and over again. I wanted him to fuck me til I was torn apart.
As I moaned "fuck me" again and again he told me what a dirty, filthy slut I was. When I didn't respond, he twisted my nipple til I cried out in pain, and told me that I should say "thank you". He told me i was like a dog, I was a bitch. He told me I was good for nothing but fucking. He told that every one of my holes was created to be fucked. He told me that he was going to invite the local football team round so that they could take it in turns to fuck me in every one of my holes, and that i'd love it, wouldn't I? And I said "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir".
And all the while he fucked me, hard and fast, his ball bags banging against me, calling me names and telling me what a whore I was. And between moaning and rocking back and forth to drive his cock deeper and deeper inside me, I thanked him for telling me what a filthy slut I was, and for being so merciful as to put his cock inside me.
And when he finally came, at the point where i was screaming with pleasure, he filled my pussy with his cum, and I felt the warmth spreading inside me, and trickling down immediately, spilling out of me with the force of the contractions taking place inside me. And as he collapsed on top of me, his head against me chest, his sweat pouring onto me, he breathlessly whispered to me, "Thank you".
7/26/2006 9:32 am
7/26/2006 10:20 am
Not only sexy, but literary too. A nice tale told well. Mmmm.|
7/26/2006 2:13 pm
A sordid sub tale of tail told by a literary lassy ...|
7/27/2006 2:38 pm
You're welcome... |
9/9/2006 4:05 am
Really enjoyed reading this, and your other entries!|