BDSM Virginity First Time – Jennie Girl – Chapter 1
by Miss D’Exxit
Her first time.
She was the perfect little princess when she came to me. 21 years old. Unspoiled beauty, naive, and eager. She stood just a little taller then me at a bit over five and half feet, and every inch of her from head to toe was appetizing. Her body nearly made me shiver, about a size 9 or so, with just a hint of extra roundness to her thighs, butt, and hips giving her an indescribable allure. Her breasts, around a C cup, were generous but not heavy looking, complimenting her other curves well. Her hair was a deep honey shade of blonde, trimmed just below shoulder length, with a braid woven into each side and then pulled back to meet behind her head as the rest of her hair hung freely. Her eyes sparkled blue like the waters of the tropics and her lips, though unpainted, were full and deeply red.
She knocked on my door at exactly the time I had told her to. It was 6 am and although I’m sure she wasn’t used to be out and about at this early hour, I could see she was fully awake, maybe even hyper-aware, as I watched her come up my walkway a full five minutes early. She had checked her watch and then waited, silently, on my front steps until her appointed moment to knock. And when she did knock, of course, I let her wait a very long time before I answered door.
Deciding I’d like to make a strong first impression on her, I did not speak when I first opened the door. Instead I dropped my right hand and cupped it tightly over her cunt through her skirt, and bent my head down to take possession of her mouth with my own. She kissed me back, deeply and enthusiastically, her hips rotating immediately toward my hand. After a good long hello kiss I backed away and led her into my house, sort of pulling her in by her skirt.
“Welcome to my home, Jennie,” I said. Jennie was not her name, but it fit her voluptuous body and beautiful features so I decided that’s what I would call her, among other things. I was glad that this did not seem to confuse her. “You were a very good girl knocking at the exact right time. You were also a very good girl to fix your hair as you were told and to skip the make up today, which would just end up a streaky mess by breakfast had you not listened to my Love.”
She smiled gratefully. She was clearly nervous and the words of encouragement I gave her helped her to relax a little. I continued, “You are a very pretty young woman and I’m glad you didn’t chicken out. So many first timers just never show up, but here you are, and I have you all to myself for the whole day!” My own keeper, who I called simply Love, would not be home until at least noon the next day, and had given me this Jennie as a gift to celebrate the first anniversary of my living with her. Today she would finally loose her virginity.
I am a switch, but my keeper is only a Domme. I submit to her because I love her but there are times when my need to dominate another woman are is great that my keeper finds it in her heart to arrange it for me. She knows the happier she keeps me, the better I can serve her. So she found this Jennie online, a broken hearted girl of just twenty-one years, looking for something, anything, to revive her faith in love, in sex, and., she claimed, in herself.
Jennie had had many boyfriends, she confided to my keeper in their online chats a few weeks earlier. They all pawed at her body with little grace and less concern for her enjoyment, little of which she ever felt. She’d never let them fuck her, though, or even finger fuck her, because not one of her relationships had gotten serious enough for that sort of thing. At the late age of 20 she admitted to herself that she was a lesbian. Around the same time, she stumbled upon some interesting online sites about BDSM and it all became very clear to her. She wanted to be dominated and she wanted to lose her virginity to a woman. Can you imagine the generosity my Love was showing me by giving this girl over to ME for a whole day? I couldn’t believe my luck to have such a wonderful lover and such a wonderful anniversary gift! My wonderful keeper had also done some preliminary instruction with the girl, so she knew the basic rules of our household, had a safe-word, and even had learned a few basic postures. What a gift, what a gift!
“Jennie, is it true that you have had nothing bigger in you then a tampon?”
She looked at me, unsure if she should answer. A good sign! I nodded that she may speak and she answered, “Yes, Ma’am. Only a tampon. And my fingers sometimes, but it’s hard to get deep when you’re by yourself.”
“Yes, it is. Is it true you want to lose your virginity here today? ”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“I can’t promise that it will be anything like you’ve imagined but I can guarantee that you’ll never forget it, or me. I’m not going to make a big show of it; I just want to fuck you hard with a nice big strap on dildo until we break that little cherry of yours. It’s only going to be a small part of what we do over the next day and a half, so I hope you’re prepared to have this happen my way. And to have it happen right now.”
She looked shocked. Clearly, she’d expected something nice and warm and intimate, some sort of love making before she was fucked, but that wasn’t my plan. I enjoyed the idea of springing it on her suddenly, and with no bells and whistles, the better to make her feel like a real whore her first time out of the gates.
“Get your clothes off. Yes NOW” After a questioning look she did as she was told. What a beautiful, shapely body she had. “Up on the coffee table, on all fours”. It was a thick lucite table made for such sport so it held her small weight with no trouble. I quickly shed my own clothing, except for the high heeled boots I was wearing, which I would need for height if I was going to fuck her properly. Grabbing the strap on that I had already laid out, I moved behind her. I put it on and adjusted it so the base was nestled between my own pussy lips, resting on my very happy clit.
I looked down at her as I positioned myself. Her shoulders were rising and falling quickly as she breathed very deeply, probably trying to calm herself. Her breasts hung down from her torso fabulously. Her cunt was shining with slick moisture just at the thought of being used like this, another very good sign. I parted her pussy lips with one hand and heard her gasp. “Little girl, if that’s all it takes to make you gasp, you are going to be yelling up a storm in no time,” I told her as I pushed the nice dildo into her. It wasn’t terribly big, but it must have seemed so to her virgin cunt, which put up a good fight against my intrusion. I continued to push, making good progress, as I heard a humming groan come from the poor girl. I pulled back and steadied myself by holding onto her cream colored ass and gave a good hard shove forward, burying the cock deep in her tight pussy; a closed-mouth yelp was all I heard from her then.
“Good girl,” I said… “see, it’s not so… bad.” With each pause in my speech I thrust into her. “Pretty little slut… Jennie’s getting fucked… nice and deep…. by a mean lesbian domme…. taking that peskie cherry away…”
She sat there, on hands and knees, taking her fucking like a good girl. It must have hurt badly because she’d let out little mews or whimpers with each thrust I made, and I was not being at all gentle with her novice cunt. But she was only accepting it, and I had a strong feeling that this little toy had something to give too. “Jennie slut.. Be a good slut and push back against this big, hard cock that I’m fucking you with. When I thrust into you, push back at me. That’s a good slut. You like this, don’t you?” She started to lean back into the didldo’s thrusts and I could feel it bumping my blood filled clit. “You’re going to make me cum, little pretty girl. Is that what you want?”
“Oh yes, Ma’am” she said, very enthusiastically, and she began to increase her pace of fucking back onto the cock. I stood still, and allowed her to do the work, fucking back and forth on my strap on, so that it rubbed my clit in a nice quick rhythm. I took each of her soft white ass cheeks into my grabbing hands, digging my finger nails into her flesh as I came. “Good girl,” I breathed heavily, “good girl made me cum. What a good little fuck toy you are! Do you want to cum too?”
“Yes Ma’am, but it hurts, I don’t… know if I can.” she replied earnestly, having no experience with such questions from a domme.
“That’s ok. Because you won’t be allowed to cum for a long, long time. I was just wondering if you WANTED to.” That little cliche trick triggered something in her, the part of her that needed so badly to be used and controlled sexually, because suddenly she doubled her efforts fucking herself on the fat plastic cock and managed to bring me very quickly to another orgasm. “Good little whore! You made me cum again!” I said, as I caught my breath for a second time. I’m sure that you are going to turn out to be the best anniversary gift I’ve ever gotten.
I pulled out of her, and noted a small bit of blood on the phallus, all that was left of her virginity. I left her there, in that exposed and available pose as I went to clean the plastic cock and put it away, tossing over my shoulder as I went, “don’t go anywhere, you little Jennie. I have more fun ways to play and only a day and half for all of them.”
To be continued…
