My First Time – Part 1
by subused
After we reached his car, Master Whip immediately placed the leather collar back around my neck: It was a strange sensation, especially out where a passerby could see, yet it felt so right. We then drove about thirty minutes before reaching his home in the suburbs of Boston, hardly speaking at all. He mostly just flashed that handsome, knowing smile of his at me, which made me not only his physical captive but his mental captive as well.
When we arrived he helped me carry my bags in then showed me around his home. He saved the best for last, his dungeon, which was truly fascinating. As you walk in, the wall to your left is all windows. The wall opposite the windows, along with most of the ceiling, is mirrored, making the room appear much larger than it actually is. The wall with the door had all sorts of instruments hanging on it – whips, chains, shackles, floggers, etc. You name it, he had it. The fourth wall was the most intimidating, as it had a few different types of racks attached to it. Racks which, over the course of the weekend, I would have the pleasure of being bound to. He also had a couple different types of tables, a leather swing hanging from the center of the room and much more. It was a true bondage paradise, of which I was in awe.
After my tour Master instructed me to take a shower then meet him in the dining room for brunch, wearing nothing but my collar. Our conversation while eating was very pleasant and informal, but very unnerving considering my lack of attire. I think it was his plan, though, to make me comfortable but not let me forget he was still in control. After eating he reattached the leash to my collar and lead me back to the dungeon.
“On your knees,” he commanded, while removing his clothing. I knelt before him in the proper position of a sub, the way he had described to me so many times before: Legs spread wide for inspection, back straight, head an eyes lowered in a gesture of submission, hands clasped behind my back. “Ahh…so you were paying attention, weren’t you Little One?”
“I try Sir,” I quietly responded.
“Not bad for a beginner, but you must learn to be a bit more graceful, as subs should always be graceful.”
“Yes Sir. I will practice Sir.”
“See that you do. Alright my little wench, do you know what it is your master wants of you now?”
My heart jumped at the thought of failing his ‘quiz’. “I think so Master,” I said softly, my gaze still facing downward.
“Let’s see if you’ve been paying attention to everything,” he continued, as he stood in front of me, now in all of his naked glory.
Keeping my hands behind my back I bent forward, my lips touching the top of his bare foot. Gently, seductively, I kissed it then slowly began to work my way up his leg, lingering now and then to give him a playful lick or nibble. By the time I reached the top of his legs I was staring at his beautiful erection, jutting straight out toward my face. I gasped at the sight before me as he adjusted his stance slightly. I took a deep breath then hungrily engulfed his cock with my mouth. It was too big for me to take whole, so I would stop sucking on it and lick up its length, occasionally taking one of his balls into my mouth. He tasted so good, the pre-cum oozing from the tip. I wanted to taste more of him so I plunged his rod back down my throat.
As I bobbed up and down furiously on his shaft, his moans of pleasure became louder and more rapid. With both of his hands on the sides of my head he began to thrust his hips backward and forward, giving me what I hungered for. He held off for quite some time, but just as my mouth was beginning to tire he let loose his precious load. What a reward for me! I lapped at his engorged member trying to get all of his nectar, groaning like a mad woman. Oh, how I wanted all of his cum!
His cock was becoming soft after having emptied itself in my mouth so he held my head firmly against his groin with his strong hands, signaling me to stop. I removed my mouth then looked up to see his eyes still closed, but with an extremely contented look on his face. “You did well…my little…cocksucker,” he said, still breathing heavily. “I am very…pleased.” He released my head and I returned to my subs’ position.
He walked over to what looked like a gynecologist’s table, with the stirrups at one end of it. He leaned on the table, resting. After a few moments he straightened and patted the top of it. “Come Little One. Climb up here. It’s time to continue with your lessons.” Happily I did as my Master commanded. He assisted me with putting my feet in the stirrups so my legs were sufficiently spread. Then he proceeded to bind me to the table with several soft restraints. Without saying a word he opened one of the drawers in the table, pulled out a candlestick and matches, then closed the drawer. Curiously I watched him as he lit the candle. As the tip started to melt he looked me in the eyes and grinned. “Don’t worry, this won’t hurt…much,” he said. He then held the lit candle about two or three feet above my breasts and watched as the wax began to drip on my nipples and the delicate tissue surrounding them. It did hurt at first, but sometimes, if it fell directly on the tip of my nipple, it would send a lightning bolt of heated pleasure to my pussy. I tried not to cry out, for fear of punishment, so I could only squirm in my bonds.
He covered first one nipple, then the other, delighting in my reactions. After he had achieved his desired affect he blew out the candle and placed it back in the drawer. Softly, with a look of concentration on his face, he cupped my breasts in his hands from underneath, massaging them. He leaned forward and lightly blew on the wax in an attempt to fully harden it, then carefully peeled the wax from one nipple. Grasping the breast with both hands he encircled the tortured nipple with his lips, suckling it gently. I again let out a moan, his skilled mouth too much for me to bear. Now and again he would stop just long enough to rub the swollen nipple between his thumb and forefinger, causing the dampness between my legs to increase. He worked his magic on the opposite side and I begged for him to let me cum. “Not yet slave, not yet,” he quietly answered, as he continued at his task. What talent this man has – no words can fully describe. His interests now changing, he released my breasts. Looking into my nearly delirious eyes he smiled and tenderly brushed my cheek with the back of his hand. “You will learn self-control Little One, I assure you.”
With that he walked to the foot of the table. He opened another drawer, rattled around in it a bit, then closed it again. I could tell he had placed something on the table between my legs, but I was clueless as to what it was. He pulled up a chair and sat down, which put his face level with my exposed cunt. Starting up by my knees, he slowly ran his hands down the inside of my thighs until he reached my box. He used his thumb and forefingers to spread my lips wide, then plunged his tongue deep inside. I gasped, “Oh Master!” In and out his tongue darted as my body trembled. “Master, I am going to cum!”
“No, you will not cum.” Faster and more furiously he lapped at my juices.
“But Master…”
“No ‘buts’. You will not cum until I say.” He did not raise his voice. He did not say it sternly. I did not cum, as I knew it would anger him. All I could do was helplessly lie there and accept the level of ecstasy he had taken me to.
Barely noticeably at first, he pulled my labia away from my body with his fingers. At once the pleasure I had been feeling was replaced by shooting pain, almost as if being attacked by fire ants. I let out a low scream! “Calm down Pet. The pain will soon subside,” he said. Then another wave of pain overtook me as my body jerked. It was not long before I realized that his intent while licking me was not only to bring me pleasure, but to make the labia swell, making it easier for him to put on the alligator clamps.
With a satisfied smile on his face he stood, pushing the chair back behind him. “How does it feel now Little One?” he asked.
“Somewhat better now, Master.”
“Good. It will soon feel much better my pet.” I wasn’t sure how he meant that, but I took him at his word. As usual, he was right. It did feel much better when he began rubbing two of his fingers in and around my pussy, spreading the juices to my delicate rosebud. When I saw him rub the juices on his shaft I knew what was about to happen. He wrapped his arms around my upraised legs to brace himself, then slowly began to insert his firm cock into my ass. I held my breath as I watched him close his eyes and slowly thrust his hips forward. We both let out a groan as he delved further. Ever so slowly he inched his way into me, backing out slightly now and then before resuming his forward pursuit. After he had worked the whole shaft inside me he increased the speed of his pumping, gripping my legs even tighter. Our bodies rocked in a perfect rhythm as he worked himself in and out. Again I begged for relief. “Oh please Master…I need to cum…please Sir.”
“Soon Little One… soon…be patient,” he replied.
He increased his tempo and the force behind it, slamming his groin into my thighs. He let go of my legs and grasped the clamps, pumping inside me all the while. With his eyes still closed he released the clamps and loudly exclaimed, “Cum slave! Cum for your Master NOW!” With just one or two more thrusts our bodies tensed with riveting orgasms, the waves of which seemed to last forever. Never before had I cum with such force and afterwards my body felt as though it had been drained of all energy. We both lie there panting, him leaning on me.
“Thank you Master…thank you…” was all I managed to whisper.
Eventually he released me from my bonds, helped me to sit up, then kissed my forehead gently. “You have made your master happy slave,” he smiled. I returned his smile silently, reveling in my pride.
