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The Journey of a New sub. Part 5.
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Sep 7, 2010 3:41 am
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As Sir walked back into the room I smiled up at him. He didn’t return my smile, but instead stopped by the bedside table and sipped on his champagne. He quietly studied me, and I lowered my eyes. The intensity of his gaze made me embarrassed and also made me apprehensive regarding what he had planned for me next.
After what seemed to be an interminable moment, he placed his champagne flute back on the table and unzipped the fly of his pants. I was pleasantly surprised by how hard his cock was, despite the fact that nothing sexual had passed between us since he walked back into the room. I love knowing that I have a guy hard, it makes me feel satisfied that whatever I am doing to him is turning him on. And I really, really enjoy going down on a nice cock. It turns me on watching a man’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he revels in the sensations. At that moment in time all I could focus on was how much I wanted to please my Master and show him what a good little girl I could be as I sucked his cock. I was still attached to the post of the bed, but I wiggled around so I could be closer to him. Sir slowly took the three steps towards me so that his upright cock was just inches from my face.
‘May I, Sir?’ I looked up at him from my kneeling position at his feet and gave him a small smile.
‘You may, bitch,’ As soon as those words left his mouth I looked down and focused my full attention on his cock. The first thing I did was to teasingly flick my tongue back and forth over the very tip of his dick, and then I slowly licked the sensitive underside of his head. For a short time I alternated between the two, I wanted to tease Sir and I knew that if I prolonged his anticipation enough there would be a time when he would get so frustrated he would begin to fuck my mouth.
I looked up at Sir and licked my lips, for the first time I slid my mouth around the head of his cock and gently sucked as I withdrew my lips back over his head. I heard Sir moan, so I repeated the action, each time making sure I took more of his shaft into my mouth. Every action was done slowly, and I made sure I left plenty of saliva on his cock. I wanted my hands free so I could play with his balls as I sucked his cock.
‘Sir, may I ask you to undo my hands, so I can play with you more?’ As he leant slightly forward to unclip my hands I slid my mouth towards the base of his penis and let his cock touch the back of my throat for the first time. I let it slide just a little bit deeper and gagged around the head of his shaft. I heard Sir let out a low moan as he stood upright again and my hands were freed. I instantly cupped his balls in my right hand, wrapped my left hand around his shaft and set to teasing his head again with my lips and my tongue. After I had gagged on his cock my saliva was thicker and created the perfect lubricant for a wet and slippery hand job. I began to stroke his rod as I simultaneously massaged his sack and sucked on the very sensitive tip of his cock. It was then that I tasted the first of Sir’s precum. I kept this technique up for a few minutes, varying my rhythm to keep Sir very interested in what I was doing.
I like deep throating. I like feeling my throat clench around a cock when it is shoved deep into my mouth. Whilst I was using my hands and mouth on Sir I would occasionally slide my mouth all of the way down so my lips brushed his pubic hair, and let his cock slide down into my throat. As I heard Sir’s moans increase in frequency I began to spend more time with his shaft deep in my mouth. It was bringing involuntary tears to my eyes, but I knew he was enjoying it, so I continued. I felt him moving my hair away from my face and holding it behind my head, at the nape of my neck. I knew what was coming as I felt his right hand firmly push my head down onto his dick. I quickly snatched a breath as I felt his hips thrust forward for the first time. He roughly shoved his cock past my gag reflex and I felt my nose pressed to his stomach. He wrenched my hair back and my mouth slid off his cock, leaving a silvery trail of saliva which quickly disappeared as my mouth swallowed his shaft again. This time he left his cock deep in me for longer, it felt like eternity to me, I couldn’t breathe, and I was desperately fighting my gag reflex. The only physical reaction I had left to me was swallowing. Every time I swallowed, the inside of my throat clasped the head of his cock and massaged it causing a low groan to escape from Sir’s lips. I felt like I was running out of air and began to resist his vice-like grip. After a short struggle he released the pressure on the nape of my neck, instantly his cock slid out of my mouth and I was momentarily left gasping for air. My gasping was quickly stifled as Sir continued to plunge in and out of my mouth, this time not hitting the back of my throat, but making me work hard to suck him and run my tongue over his head as he quickly, but roughly fucked my mouth. This pattern of slow deep throating and hard fucking my mouth continued until I thought that Sir must be close to cumming, but he abruptly stopped and shoved me away from his cock.
‘That will do for now bitch. Get on the bed and lie on your back,’ I scurried up onto the bed, rushing to comply. Simultaneously Sir grabbed something from the toy bag and came to kneel beside my head. Suddenly everything went dark as the black leather blindfold covered my eyes.
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The Journey of a New sub. Part 4.
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Sep 7, 2010 3:35 am
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I felt the mattress shift underneath me as Sir knelt on the bed and used my leash to gently pull me upright onto my knees. My eyes remained clenched shut, but I couldn’t control my involuntary whimpers. My blonde hair hung loose around my face obscuring most of my features from his view. My ass cheek was stinging more than I could have ever imagined and it felt like every other nerve in my body was hypersensitive. I felt his warm breath on the side of my neck as he moved my hair away and felt his lips graze my ear ‘Does my little bitch want more? Your ass has turned a lovely shade of pink,’ The sound of his voice so quiet and close to my ear was reassuring and yet his words spoke volumes about the control he already had over me. I liked him calling me a slut and a bitch; what I would normally take as an insult seemed so apt coming from his mouth. ‘So do you want some more?’ I could hardly string a sentence together, my brain was solely occupied with the overwhelming sensations radiating from the rest of my body. So I just shook my head as my hair fell back over my face.
‘Disrespect again I see. You have just given me the answer I need.’ He let my leash go and I fell forward onto my hands and knees. Thus providing him with a perfect angle for him to whip my ass again. I knew exactly how I had disrespected him. I hadn’t spoken when spoken to, and I hadn’t addressed him as Sir. The sensible and obedient side of me couldn’t believe how arrogant I was being, but the confident and kinky demon inside me wanted to explore my pain threshold a little further. All of these thoughts travelled through my mind in the few seconds it took for Sir to raise the whip and place another mind blowing lash across my other buttock. This time I crumpled to the mattress. I felt a torrent of pain wash through my body and my breathing was instantly ragged. I began to beg.
‘Please, Sir. Please, please, please. I’m sorry, Sir. Please, Sir.’ Sir let me continue in that fashion for a few moments enjoying hearing me beg for the first time. He then placed his hands firmly on either side of my hips and pulled me up so I was on my knees again, with my ass and pussy readily accessible for him. I took a few deep breaths and attempted to compose myself in preparation for more lashes with the whip. However, I was pleasantly surprised as I felt his fingers hook into the piece of leather nestled between my pink cheeks and moved it to the side. I was wet and I wanted him to finger fuck me. I moved my legs further apart to open my pussy up for him. I felt him gently run his finger up and down my folds a few times, smearing my sticky juice up and down my pussy. I arched my back and thrust my pink bits at him. He began to softly trace small circles around my fuck hole, teasing me and making me very aware of the fact I hadn’t been penetrated by him. I felt a gradual increase in pressure on my pussy and felt his finger slip inside me for the first time. I was warm and tight around his finger, and he began to stroke in and out of me, hard and fast. I moved back towards him trying to meet the thrusts of his finger so I could feel him deeper inside me. Just as I began to work myself into a rhythm Sir abruptly stopped. I turned around to ask Sir to continue, but instead I watched him as he licked his finger, to taste the juices from my punani. I was enjoying the way Sir alternated episodes of pain with pleasure. It allowed my body to tolerate more pain and kept the edge on my desire to cum.
He jerked on my leash and pulled me around. When I was facing him, I sat back on my haunches with my hands clasped in my lap. I coyly looked up at Sir and caught the small hint of a smile on his face. I looked back down at my lap and couldn’t help my own feeling of pride and self-satisfaction. Just a small smile from my new Sir meant a lot; I had been very worried that I wouldn’t live up to his expectations and disappoint him. A few moments later I felt him run his index finger along my jaw bone and tilt my chin up to look at him. He planted a soft kiss on my lips.
‘I need a cigarette,’ Sir said as he pulled away from the kiss. I pouted, I didn’t want him to leave me when he had me so worked up. ‘I want you to sit on the floor, right here,’ and he pointed to the foot of the bed right by one of the four wooden posts. I promptly slid off the bed and resumed my kneeling position, right on the spot he had pointed to. Sir firmly grabbed both of my wrists, wrapped them around the pole and clipped them together. ‘I know you can physically undo the clip, but I also know that you don’t want to,’ With that he turned around and walked out of the hotel room.
I should probably mention at this point that I’m a person who suffers claustrophobia, so sometimes bondage can panic me totally; however, that doesn’t stop it me from enjoying it most of the time. BUT as a safety rule whenever I play with ropes there is always a pair of sharp scissors on the bedside table. Sir knew this, and sure enough the scissors were already on the bedside table. By leaving me attached to the bed post he had let me know he was firmly in control of the situation, but had given me an escape route if I needed it. A simple gesture, but it made me realise that he respected my boundaries as a new sub.
I sat there for a few moments, pondering my current situation. Alone, almost naked, arms wrapped around a post of the most amazing four poster bed. And I should mention incredibly wet and horny. I couldn’t wait for Sir to come back, I just lay there with my head resting on the corner of the mattress watching the doorway for his return. Sir had been right, while I knew I could undo the cuffs, there wasn’t a single part of me that even contemplated doing that.
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