A Dominant's first session with a new submissive
First Time
In a few hours, they would share their first session. He
felt the early stages of arousal as he sat on his bed and visualized
each detail of the scene he had planned. He surveyed the
bedroom that he had prepared. His gaze went up to the spreader
bar suspended by a chain from a hook anchored in the ceiling.
A foot length of gleaming steel chain hung from each end
of the bar. He saw the implements of both pain and pleasure
laid out on the dresser in the order that they would be used.
All was ready.
A smile brightened his face when he thought of her. Olivia
is a fine full-figured submissive with a smooth cocoa face
featuring dark piercing eyes, a regal nose and full luscious
lips often parted in a beatific smile. They met on line.
After two weeks of on line chats, they progressed to phone
conversations and agreed to meet for lunch.
Their first meeting went well. They met at a restaurant
that she chose. Soon after they were seated, he produced
his drivers license and gave it to her. As she scrutinized
it, he told her, If anything bad happens, you will as least
know who did it. That clinched it for her. Her nervousness
abated. She relaxed and they began to enjoy each others
company. He is just what I want, she thought. Hes big,
black, confident, and considerate and I like his face especially
when he smiles.
They met on Tuesday. On the following Saturday he took her
to dinner at a local blues club. They dined, danced and partied
into the wee hours. That night she agreed to session with
him. He instructed her to come to him at noon the next Saturday.
Saturday arrived and soon she would be here to serve him.
In ten minutes, he would hear her knock at his door. He sat
in his recliner. The chair was swiveled so that he faced
the door of his apartment. He was dressed in black. His boots,
socks, briefs, leather pants and vest were all ebony. As
he waited, he thought of the words in her AOL profile that
provoked him to instant message her:
Things that make me squirm and squeal:
I love fearfear loves me
The edgeIm happy there
Humiliationyessss at its finest
To its extreme
He was returned to the moment by the knock on the door. He
opened the door and assessed her. She wore a low cut red dress
that ended just above her knees, black hose and heels. He
was pleased. He had instructed her to wear a dress that revealed
much cleavage. He allowed her to enter and positioned her
facing the door.
Stay here, he commanded and he returned to his recliner.
Did you dress as I instructed?
Yes sir, she replied.
Show me.
She raised her dress and revealed her ample bare ass. Then
she slid the dress off one shoulder to show she was not wearing
a bra.
Very goodnow remove your dress and drop it to the floorface
me. She complied.
She was beautiful standing there in thigh highs and heels.
The hues of her voluptuous body ranged from honey caramel
to rich French roasted coffee.
Turn and let me see you, he ordered. She turned slowly,
her body erect, her chin held high. Her tits were full with
nipples extended and inviting. Her ass was classic. The
form reserved by God exclusively for women of color.
Are you prepared to serve me? he asked.
Yes sir, she answered.
Very good! Get down and crawl to me. She obeyed.
Remove my boots and socks. Then kiss my feet. I want to feel
your tongue. Understood?
Yes sir, she responded and accomplished the task.
He reached down, grasped a fistful of her hair, and raised
her face from his feet.
Good girl, he complimented her. Now you will crawl up
the stairs. Enter the room at the head of the stairs. Assume
the position (face on the floor, ass in the air) and wait
for me.
When he decided that her anxiety had reached the desired
level, he joined her in the bedroom. He had her stand and
applied a leather cuff to each wrist. He extended her arms
above her head and attached each wrist to the chains dangling
from the ends of the spreader bar.
First, there were the clothespins. He attached six pins
to each tit. The final two were placed on each nipple. He
relished the gasps that escaped from her throat when each
pin was applied. The clothespins were a double treat because
they provoked the same reaction when removed. After attaching
two pins to her labia, he stood back and observed his work.
He now indulged in some impact play. He selected his cowhide
flogger for her warm-up. He worked her shoulders and the
area from ass to the back of her knees. He started with light
caressing licks and progressed to more deliberate, intense
strokes. He paddled her with wood, flicked her with a crop
and had her feel the thud of a bamboo cane. He ended with his
tawes. He promised her twenty-five lashes of varying intensity.
She was instructed to count and thank him for each lash (One,
thank you sirtwo, thank you sir). At nine, she miscounted
and he restarted at one.
Ahh, time to remove the pins, he thought. When the first
pin was removed, she screamed. He removed the second and
she screamed louder. With the third, she began sobbing.
Her knees buckled and she hung limply by her wrists. He quickly
removed the remaining pins., He held her and released the
quick-break links that connected the wrist cuffs to the
chains. He slid her to the floor where he held her and gently
rocked her until she stopped sobbing.
Do you remember your safe word?, he asked.
Yes sir, she whispered.
Say it and the session is over, he said. He waited but she
remained silent. He had her remove her shoes and stockings
then led her into the bathroom. He instructed her to sit
in the tub. He stood over her and undid his fly. He pulled
out his dick, took aim and pissed in her face. She opened
her mouth, caught the stream of his golden nectar, and drank.
The excess flowed down her chin and over her tits to cascade
down her belly. After draining his bladder, he had her stand.
Her body glistened with his piss.
They returned to the bedroom where he had her lie on her back
in the bed. He used neckties to tie her spread eagle on the
bed. From a dresser drawer he retrieved his Smith and Wesson
38 special. He showed her the revolver and asked if she knew
the game Russian Roulette.
Yes sir, she replied.
We are going to play my version, he announced.
He opened the cylinder and showed her that it contained
a single bullet. He closed the cylinder then gave it a spin.
He placed a lubricated rubber over the barrel and laid the
sheathed gun beside her on the bed. He then blindfolded
her. He picked up the revolver, quietly opened the cylinder,
removed the bullet, and closed the cylinder.
Bitch, Im going to stick this gun in your pussy and pull
the trigger one time.
Her entire body trembled as he slowly worked the barrel
into her pussy.
On three slut.
He countedOne, two, three. Click. She screamed in terror
and fainted. He jumped back startled as the stream of her
hot piss splattered his face. A wet stain spread out over
the sheet around her unconscious body.
Later she awoke in his arms. They spent the rest of the weekend
licking, sucking and fucking.
By Mr Zyne
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