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!st Time Domme Pt. 2
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!st Time Domme Pt. 2 4 She watched his body moving awkwardly as she held his manhood firmly. It was amusing and exhilarating to watch him degrade himself in an attempt to please her. The simple fact he would let her be so rough with his favorite body part and timidly accept her supremacy were amazing, something she had heard of, never imaging she would be in the position she found herself presently or the feelings it would bring. Thus far she would describe her sex life as mainly vanilla. She had been very choosy in her partners, limiting them to one at a time, with only one exception when she had two beaus at once, neither knowing of the other, for a short period. Once as a semi inebriated young lady she had engaged in a threesome with a couple and had enjoyed it, but for some reason never attempted it again, though she had thought about it plenty, she attributed it to not being in the right set of circumstances, since that one time. The truth was she could never find the courage to approach the right couple and when they contacted her she always found an excuse. She dreamt of being with another woman but had not, so far, acted on her urges. She had enjoyed a few cocks in her day. A couple had been large enough to make her moan aloud as they plunged into her and left her sore the next day as a remembrance. She had a couple average cocks on men who knew what they were doing and they had also been memorable. The majority if her encounters were average and somehow never lasted or left her feeling lacking in some ways, something she considered made her like many other women. Putting it all together it was an easy choice to try this, and presently she was glad she had. How many women could say they jerked a man’s shaft and watched as he awkwardly rotated his hips in front of her because she had ordered him to do it? She smiled and gave a harder tug. “Stop bitch, you are pathetic. What the fuck was that? You better start giving me your best or I may just decide to walk out of here and leave your worthless ass.” To accentuate her point, though she really had no complaint she was just extending her dominance, she let go of his semi erect pole and slapped it. Holding back a smug smile she glared at him, trying her best to put contempt in her expression and her eyes. It was what he wanted, she knew, and she was beginning to want more of it also. “I think you have been a total disappointment, so far.”He hadn’t, she was learning dominance meant she had to own his mind before she could own his body. The paradox was she must tease and torment his body to control his mind. The pathway to success, her satisfaction and fulfillment lay along a narrow ledge; too little visual and physical stimulation could leave him dismayed of the experience instead of needy for more. On the other hand, too much of the tormenting could make him afraid of more and she knew she needed to take him to the very edge at least a few times and deny him in the end rather than physically let him gain any release or she may lose a measure of the power she held. The end game goal, if she chose to go so far was ownership of his soul. There were times for reflection and there were times for action, this was the latter. Her glare left his face and went lower. She moved her eyes down the center of his chest, noticing the blotches of red on his skin. She felt a rush of heat, knowing they were blotches of arousal. Continuing her downward scan she came to more evidence she was winning the battle. After the squeezing and recent hard slap had left him semi erect, after her verbal abuse and belittling gazes, he was standing out like the boom of a crane on top of a skyscraper. She made a mental note to make him hard and measure him, the next time, as a good means of having something to humiliate him with. No matter the length she could tell him how inadequate he was. He couldn’t see her face at the moment and she let herself smile, realizing she had already decided she was going to do this again. She watched his quivering manhood, the mushroom head an angry purplish color, twitched alluringly at its end, with a glistening drop of sticky clear fluid bulging from its Cyclops eye. She was happy with it and would have to plan many intriguing and exciting ways to play with her new toy. Next she reached out with her left hand and grasping the pulsing pole, at the end covering, as much as her slim hand could, the bulging head and lifted it even higher than its current erect position held it. She wasn’t too harsh, but not gentle as she moved it aside for a better look at the second part of her plaything. They hung tight to the base of his cock, pulled up by nervousness, in a wrinkled bundle, rather than hanging down as they would be normally in a warm dry room. Without hesitating and acting as if she hadn’t any care about the way she handled his jewels, but she was gentle as she cupped them from the bottom and began to fondle them by drumming her fingers on the underside. “What in the world are these good for? They are about as big as a baby’s and they want to hide from me. Now why would you want to keep me from such a set of useless little peanuts anyway, I bet they haven’t had a real woman grab them in a long time. Now have they, bitch?” Her voice was thick with sarcasm and she tugged on her possession, testing the elasticity and as she tugged she squeezed gently with the palm of her hand testing the firmness of what were really an above average set of the male fruits. As she tugged and squeezed or changed to drumming her fingers she became more intent and rougher, moving her eyes back and forth from her hand to his face. It was only a matter of seconds before his semi erect member stood at a quivering attention, the purple head bobbing and jerking to her ministrations below it, the gleam of wetness gone from its movement. It was an eye catching thing to see, something like a spring loaded bobble head doll. She laughed outright at the amusing thought; ‘her own bobble head’ and she could play with it any time she liked. Watching her new cock bounce, she again thought it was more than adequate to satisfy her or most any woman, and she wasn’t sure how many times she could do this without mounting it. She would just have to refrain until she was sure she owned him completely and the act would bind him to her as loyally as any to someone who cared for them. It would have to be sparingly, but what the hell it wasn’t as if she didn’t have other means of satisfaction. Her attention shifted to the bobbing cock. It appeared to have swollen more and become a darker color, especially the head. Having seen the exact same thing before, she knew what was coming quickly if she didn’t stop it. It was an easy decision; she just exerted more pressure, squeezing harder. The results were at least as good as she was looking for. There was a whimper and she saw his knees buckle as much as they could without pulling his sac hurtfully away from his crotch. The real giveaway was his enraged purplish head twitched a couple more times and stilled. Setting her lips she watched her hand to be sure she did not go too far and she began to pull downward, forcing him to bend his already buckled knees. H whimpered again. She pulled him down until her arm was fully extended, leaving him in a half crouch, his knees spreading proportionately to the distance she had forced him to lower his body . It also had the effect of making his upright cock move to a leveler position, jutting up and forwards fighting gravity and the hand of its Mistress. They were hers, the cock that was a pleasant surprise and the balls she was squeezing. It was time to claim them. “You dirty little ! You would have cum! Slaves do not cum without permission. I own that cock and these worthless balls.” She squeezed a mite harder for second to let him know she was serious. “You will not touch them unless told to do so. You will not cum unless told to do so. You will always have them ready for whatever I want. I will tell you when to shave them and whatever else needs done with something nobody can use for anything. Do you understand me?” Before he could answer she shot out with her left hand, bringing it from by her knee up and over her slave’s cock and then she sharply swung down and hit it a square blow with the palm of her hand and the lower joints of her fingers. It sent his engorged head bobbing like a diving board that had just been jumped from, it quivered. He yelped in surprise more than pain. The natural reaction was to try and pull away from the offending hand. He completely forgot he was being controlled by her other hand. This time when he yelped it was from pain as he inflicted it upon himself by yanking his own sac as he tried to shy away from his owner. Feeling him try to escape she gave a tug on his jewel sac and kept him close to her. She heard the third yelp and waited a fraction of a second before she landed the second blow as squarely as she had the first. This time as she watched his reddening manhood bob up and down in reaction to her punishment she held even more firmly below and waited for him to try and jerk away from her. To her surprise there was only a minor jerk and a small whimper from him. Maybe he was learning to submit just as she was to control. “I see you need to understand who is in charge here and what happens when you displease me. Now, get on your knees and lean over the bottom of the bed.” She said, loudly into his ear, making him cringe. With a final tug on the soft flesh she held she let go and pointed to the floor where she wanted him. Watching she jutted her hips to her side, resting the palms of her hands on their sides, her head tilted the other direction and she tapped her right foot impatiently. It may have been an unconscious act, done in the heat and ardor of the moment, instead of being the actions of an experienced dominatrix, showing her displeasure with her underling, but it was as good a stance and show of command as any professional Domme could have struck. The speed one became bolder as ones confidence grew could be an amazing thing to witness. Her slave was about to feel as well as see another leap forward in the transformation of a beautiful, if vanilla, woman to a confident and bold lady. This time she had not ordered him to retrieve what she wanted. Stepping away to the small table, by the bed, where he had laid out several things for her. She scanned the things lying there smiling. He had done well, going beyond what she had told him she wanted. Contemplating what she wanted to do and use, she realized she had another weapon to verbally assault him with and giving her an excuse for punishing her slave. Yes, as she had seen, he had gone beyond what she had instructed him to bring. It was a sign of his desire to please her, but also a sign of independent thinking. He was a slave and had to be taught his was not to think but to obey. New as she was at this she understood the simple fundamental fact if she did not control him entirely she really had no control at all. It made her decision easier; she was wavering between making him pleasure her again, in a different manner, or playing with him in a degrading way. The latter won out. She picked up a large wooden kitchen spoon, a small tube of lube and a small sized butt plug. With a determined look back on her face she turned back to her waiting sissy. Her gaze caught the slight shaking of his taunt thighs and she stepped the few feet to him intent on making them go from shivering to shaking as she made him beg and moan. Her juices flowed freely at the thought. Seeing him bent over the bed, his ass presented to her with his balls tucked in tightly below, was such a rush of power and she felt her stomach flutter as she took up a standing position to the left of him. Seeing he had complied with another command she had given him before they had met personally and had shaved everything, including the crack of his ass. Seeing a man without an ugly hairy ass was a pleasant view she hadn’t thought about. An added bonus she would enjoy, it was certainly more arousing than what she was used to. She noticed the hairlessness of the rest of his lower body, deciding she liked the look. It somehow made her want to touch him in a teasing way a thing she had never thought about the hairy inner thighs and asses of her previous lovers, but then she had never done any of this with a prior partner. With deliberately slow movements she placed the tube of lube and the butt plug on the bed, making sure they were in a place where when he glanced from the corner of his eye he could see them. Hesitating long enough to see him risk a look, she smiled when he quickly turned his head so he wouldn’t have to look at what she had in store for him. The facts were obvious. He was afraid and ashamed but at the same time excited and yearning for everything she wished to do to or with him. Her entire body felt a quick violent shiver and she felt the results in the form of more seepage of her female nectar spreading across her soaked and swollen pussy and inner thighs. She had been wet to the point of having to use one of her ‘alternate means’ to relieve her built up sexual tensions when they were defining the boundaries of their relationship, she had been aroused to that special place several times by a rare few men, she had felt sexual tension rising inside her body many times. She had never felt the pulsing, body weakening, inner hollowness so overpowering as what she was experiencing now. Soon, very soon, she would have to decide how she wished to be pleasured again. Now however, it was time to try out another aspect of her power and control. When she had really started to think about doing this the aspect of someone willing to suffer indignations for the privilege of worshipping her she had surprisingly found she liked the idea. The appeal had several layers beginning with the aspect of keeping her toy uneasy with his status. Using punishment as a means of telling him she expected better was a valuable weapon in her arsenal. It was sexually stimulating to watch as a man jerked and moved under the stokes of whatever was being used on him and as the count of landed blows added up the redness of his ass was an aphrodisiac, at least they had been in the videos she had watched to prepare. One of those videos, an instructional snippet by a professional Dominatrix, had been informative. Warning about the dangers of a first time wielder of the whip, so to speak, was to hesitant, from inexperience. The idea was neither party would be where they were without consenting and if one wanted to undergo the degrading experience they may well be disappointed if the experience was lacking from what they had imagined it would be. On the other hand the wielder of the<b> whip </font></b>did not want to go too far the other direction and cause real harm due to their inexperience and enthusiasm. Remembering the video she widened her stance, moving a little sideways to him, readying her mind and body to deliver her first spanking as a controlling woman. Her heart beat quicker as she looked at her inviting target. Unconsciously she licked her lips, deciding where she should land the first blow, watching his thigh muscles and ass twitch in anticipation of what was about to happen. Moving her arm back parallel to the floor and level with her waist, she held the wooden spoon out from her body with her elbow slightly bent. Ready to strike she hesitated one last second savoring the experience. With what she considered medium strength she swung the spoon forward landing the back of the two inch wide flat surface squarely on his right cheek. The smacking sound wasn’t as loud as she expected and the mark less red, though there was a mark. The blow forced no reaction from its recipient another little disappointment. She quickly surmised what she considered a medium strength blow was just a minor tap to him. Her first attempt may not have been perfect but she still felt the flutter in her stomach, butterflies of a new discovery about herself. She really liked this and wanted to succeed, get better and enjoy the rewards of dominance. This time when she drew her arm back and aimed at the other cheek, her jaw was set and her brow furrowed with her concentration. She exerted more effort in her swing, this time landing a louder blow, she could feel the shock wave run up her arm and it left a better red impression of the flat spoon on his flesh. Watching the small jerk his hips made and seeing the result of her attempt sent another shiver through her and she could feel more of her essence percolating from her tingling pussy. She wondered if it was possible to cum just from spanking someone and smiled to herself as she drew back again, maybe she would find out. This time she was more confident and she landed a series of stinging blows, going from one cheek to the other. His flesh grew redder and redder with each whack of the spoon on his yielding ass. After about a half a dozen hits to each cheek she saw his ass begin to joggle when the spoon landed. She gave him about an equal number to each cheek in rotation, counting the blows silently and watching as he moved under her attentions. She was breathing heavier and her pussy pulsing to every beat of her heightened heart rate when she stopped. Looking at her handiwork for a few seconds she saw he was breathing heavier also. Maybe he was getting excited by being punished. She leaned over and looked; sure enough, though his balls were still tucked in tightly, his manhood had risen again. Reaching under his melon sac she forcefully grabbed the twitching pole and pulled it down until it was at an uncomfortable downward angle of about forty five degrees. Holding firmly she peeked over the top of his ass and up his back at the back of his smooth shiny head, smiling her new found wicked and lustful in charge woman. “You are really a little slut. Just look at this thing. Too bad it’s nothing more than a dangling toy, if it were a real cock it might be worth my time. I mean just look at it, what woman would ever want that in her? No woman anywhere that’s who!” She pulled it down another couple inches and let it go, watching as it bolted upward like it was spring loaded. The sudden release must have startled her man slut, because as his hard rod bobbed under him he whimpered and moved his hips in a circle. Laughing and without a thought about it, she slapped his ass hard with the palm of her now empty right hand. “Shut up bitch, you’re lucky I even touch that vile thing.” The stinging in her hand felt good, a certain sign she had caused him some discomfort and shown him her power. She had a final look at his again twitching manhood and ran her fingernails lightly over his balls before she returned to her upright position. These were liberties she would never have taken before and it was exhilarating. She was as hot as a race car engine after several laps of the track, close to boiling over. The sensations running through her were vivid, mind numbing feeling that led her in one direction. Her passion had spread to her inner thighs and she was threatening to simply start dripping her arousal. It was a dilemma. She knew she had to keep up her pressure on her slave in order to keep him needy and under her thumb but her mind kept telling her ‘this is about you go ahead and take what you want’. She wanted to cum again. She wanted to experience the body rocking mind blowing orgasm she had earlier again. Absentmindedly she ran the spoon over his red cheeks, tapping them carelessly, as a scholar would chew on a pencil, as she thought about what she would do. There was a sudden flash of a picture before her eyes and she stopped cold, trying to bring it into focus. AS the image came back clearly she began to smile her wicked Dominatrix smile. ‘Yes’, she thought as she felt a series of shivers run up her spine and the butterflies return to her stomach. It was the perfect solution. With alacrity she stepped away from her kneeling underling and went back to the spread out toys. He had done as told, she already knew, and there was a small blue cardboard box on the table with a brand new strap on inside it. It brandished, in big bold pink letter, Bumble Bee, with a picture of a large somewhat fleshy colored dong on the front and back. This was what she wanted. With trembling fingers she reached out and picked up the box. Never having seen one, let alone use one she was anxious to get it out and see exactly what was included inside. She hadn’t noticed, as a person carefully examining a present would, it had been opened once. So, without care she didn’t bother with the flap on the top of the cardboard box, instead she just ripped open the top and reached inside. Pulling out a flimsy plastic holding tray she had her first look at a strap on dildo. It was very similar, shape wise, to the one in her drawer, but had a few added features. The base was shaped to fit the slit of a woman’s delicate area and stimulate her most erogenous place. There was a white coated wire running from the side of the base to a small white plastic control box. The box had two controls, one on each side, the dildo and the base could be vibrated separately or alone. The last difference was the set of four elastic straps attached to the base. They had snap on ends with corresponding places to attach the loose ends on the same base, presumably after being laced around the wearer’s thighs and waist. ‘Oh my’, she thought. She pushed one of the switches on the control box and the dildo jumped to life in her hand. It was more than she had imagined when they had discussed strap-ons. She had assumed it would be just a dildo with some type of harness, this changed things. Her first plan for it had been to put it on his face and ride it making him look on, wide eyed, and close up as she humped her way to heaven. Now she was interested, very interested in what was apparently the bumblebee end of the strap on and the promise it held for a new and different sexual satisfaction. What to do, what to do? The decisions one had to make when there were a plethora of options for taking pleasure. She would have to make a choices, the price of power was not cheap. On the other hand the rewards cold be the ultimate pleasures few women ever experienced. Part three next, please leave a comment good or bad, and I would really appreciate ideas for a new subject for another short story---thanks for reading! |
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