From: 1@her.feet (taita)


Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.bondage


Subject: Story and Delurk


Date: Tue, 26 Sep 1995 15:41:19 GMT


Organization: Internet America


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About 3 months ago, I began, in earnest, my exploration of the BDSM

lifestyle.  I had read stories, listened in on discussions, and read a

myriad of information about it.  I began posting stories in the hopes

that I might attract the attention of, not so much a Mistress, but

someone I could discuss in depth, the feelings I had been having.



I am a 25 year old male.  Supposedly mentally well-balanced with

little or no idea of the practical side of BDSM life.  I was contacted

on a local system by my current Dom who has shown me more than I ever

expected.

Thank you, MA'AM, for your acceptance and exquisite control.







***This story is purely fiction.  I wrote this LONG before I ever had

any RL experiences. This is only the child of a fertile imagination.**









Adam's First Time









                   ***START***




        We'd spoken for weeks, one of those someone, told someone,

told someone that I wanted to talk about this.  I didn't understand

what I was feeling, I just knew that the hair on my neck stood

up when I heard about it.  She had been wonderful, not entirely

what I expected.  She was concerned, patient, and comforting.

        After all the discussion she finally agreed to meet.

 I arrived promptly at 9.  She stresses that promptness was not

an option.  Actually I arrived about 20 minutes early, but I

sat in the car until 2 minutes till 9 and then went to the door.

She asked me not to wear anything special, just to be comfortable

in.  I chose my customary nice T-shirt, my best pair of faded

jeans, and my favorite Docksiders.

        Her front porch was dimly, although adequately lit, and in

the foyer just beyond the stained glass of the door, I could see

candles.  Suddenly I felt quite underdressed and completely ill

prepared.  My stomach churned and I was face to face with my doubts

of whether or not I was really ready for all of this.

         I knocked on the door as close to the stroke of nine as I

could figure, and it took only moments for me to get a taste of

what the rest of the evening was going to be like.  I stood there

at the door for an eternity.  It was actually only five minutes,

but I didn't dare knock again.  I knew she was expecting me, and I

knew she was ready.  She was making me stand outside, just

beginning to exercise that subtle control I knew she'd had for a

long time now.

        When she did come to the door, I was dumbfounded.  I

had gotten a rather vivid mental image of what my 'mistress'

was going to look like.  She was about 5'9", long, flowing,

dark brown hair, and a figure like a cross between a career

swimmer and a career gymnast.  Her breasts were modest, but

ample.  Her figure was strong and toned, but still soft. Every step

she took would be silent, perfect.

        When the door did open, there stood a normally quite average

woman, not a perfect body, but wonderfully shaped.  She didn't

have the animal qualities I had imagined, but the confidence and

sensuality she carried could have swept me off the porch like

flood waters.  I might as well have been standing in front of a

Greek goddess.

        I stood there with a 'deer in the headlights' look on my

face.  I guess I must have physically staggered, because she

allowed herself a subtle smile.  She was wearing high heels, dark

stockings, and a full length crimson dress held precariously on

soft shoulders by impossibly thin spaghetti straps.

        She said, "Come in Adam, it's nice to finally meet you."

I didn't speak.  I couldn't.  She walked away from me, completely

unconcerned.  I assumed I was to follow.  I smiled.  Whether or

not I was ready for this, I was in it.

        She had told me, there wouldn't be any sex involved,

although at some point I might be told (or did she say 'allowed'

to come), but if I did so without permission, I was going home and

not coming back.

        As we walked, I noticed that the only light in the house

was by candles, and the air was sweet with patchouli incense.  I

didn't know if she prepared like this for the other people that

came to her, if she did I was impressed, if she didn't I was

beyond flattered.  I could only assume she did this for all of her

submissives, but I wasn't going to ask.

        We walked into a large room with all the accouterments I

had envisioned in a 'playroom'.  There were the usual shackles,

various hooks, bolts and the like, and a very nice set of

traditional looking stocks.  What struck me the most was a queen

size four-poster bed, sans headboard in a corner of the room.  The

thing I found unique was the abundance of holes running the length

of all four poles (I assumed for eye-bolts).

        She turned around and looked at me.  My felt my chest

tighten, and I just stood there looking stupid.

        She walked close to me and said, "I want you to take off my

dress.  You can use any means you want."

        She walked behind me.  I felt her take my hand, and I

heard the ratcheting sound I'd heard only once before when I got

hauled in for those unpaid speeding tickets.  She took my other

hand, same noise.

        She walked back around me, "begin," she said.  I stood for

a moment, pondering my situation.  I was nervous about taking the

obvious tact, my teeth, fearing that she would be disappointed in

a pat response.  Since I didn't have any other answers, I started

as best as I could.

        I walked around her and began to grab one of the straps in

my teeth to slide it off her shoulder.  I must have let the tip of

my teeth nicked her skin, because I was rewarded with a resounding

slap across my astonished face.  I hadn't even seen her move.

        "You BIT me!" her voice hardly raised, but the inflection

unmistakable, "All the time I've invested, and you're sloppy,

maybe I'll just call this whole thing off."

        "O god, no," was all I could reply.

        "I don't give second chances, don't expect another.  You

had better do better this time," she told me.

        I began again, in earnest, panicked that my next mistake

would be my last.  This time I took the straps between my lips,

making sure they weren't too wet, or too dry.  This was working

really well, but I was getting high from the smell of her skin,

the perfume she had on, and feeling her skin under my lips.  My

head was swimming, as I dragged the strap over her shoulder, I

risked a small kiss on her arm.  Her eyes darted toward me with a

'don't think you can get away with that again' look, but at least

she didn't whack me.  Maybe I was high, maybe I was just

stretching to see how far I could get.  This wasn't domination, I'd

played games like this in college, with women similar to this.

        Finding a method that seemed to work I continued in my

task, getting absolutely no help from this woman.  The most

difficult part was dragging the dress down, it was a snug fit,

magnifying every curve on her.  I knelt in front of her and grabbed

the dress, just between her legs, I caught her scent, clean and

sweet, it's a smell I've always loved.  I thought the veins in my

neck were going to explode, I almost buried my face in that lovely

crotch, but I knew if I did, I'd be lucky to get out alive, and

I'd never hear from her again.  The dress finally hit the

floor, and I looked up.  Not the black lace teddy I was expecting,

but plain pink silk panties and bra, and not a spot of moisture 

on them.  I have to admit I was disappointed, I tried to show a

little flair in my first task, evidently with no results.  I knew

it wasn't because she was cold, but in complete control of herself

also.

        I was exhausted, My muscles were so tight you could bounce

quarters off my stomach.  I had broken into a light sweat, and had

a little trouble getting up off my knees.

        "You did well once you got started, maybe I won't send you

home yet," she laughed.

        I really didn't have much to say, I figured less is more,

and  I wasn't much good at smalltalk anyway.  It seemed to be the

right thing.  She took off the handcuffs and told me to take off

my shirt.  Once my shirt was off, she handed me a set of leather

cuffs that looked like they had been swiped from an institution

for the criminally beefed-up.  The weren't large is size, but I

knew from looking, that once I was in them I wasn't getting out

unless I was released.  Once my wrists were in the cuffs, she led

me across the room to a corner under a cable, which was hung

through a bolt in the ceiling.  I was told to walk up a series of

small blocks until I could hang the chain between the cuffs on the

hook.  Once secure, I walked back down the small blocks, slowly

stretching my arms overhead.  By the time I got back to the real

floor, the tips of my toes were the only things that touched

ground.  There I was, shirtless, stretched out like an animal

ready to be cleaned.

        She went to a table and picked up a leather paddle.  The

fear spread over my face, but I knew that was bound to happen.

        The paddle landing on my ass reminded me of those little

fireworks I used to set off as a kid, not the sting, but the

sound, and it hurt.

        "That's not all there is, dear, I'm going to strip off

those cute jeans and see if that little butt is quite prepared to

cash the check your mouth was making on it's trip down my body.  I

saw the look in your eye.  You knew better but you kept up those

little kisses anyway, we can't have you taking liberties now can

we?"

        She waited for a moment and the paddle struck again.

        "CAN WE?" she shouted.

        "No......no," I said, meekly.

        "SMACK" the paddle made itself known again, and I was damn

glad I was still in my jeans, I only worried that this rosy glow I

could feel was just a sampling of what my indiscretions was going

to get me.

        "You will always answer with, 'Ma'am,' 'Mistress,' 'or, 'Lady', 


 DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

        "YES...yes, Lady, I understand."

        With that, and not another word, she undid my belt, and my

zipper, and my pants fell to my ankles.

        "Slip out of your shoes and kick those pants away," she

said.

        "Now, I'm going to give you a little reminder about your

place here.  You knew you shouldn't have been planting those cute

little kisses on me, but you did it anyway, if we're going to get

along, you must learn."

        I knew this was a bad thing.

        Now my situation had gone from bad to worse (or was it

better, at this point?).  Now I was hanging from a cable by

professional shackles in nothing but my black bikini underwear.

The beating then began full swing.  I lost count after 12 swats.

I assume my brain was trying to shut down from the pain.  She told

me I could stop this at anytime, but she wasn't really going to

test my endurance the first time, and if I did safeword, I might

get a peck on the cheek on the way out.  So I held my breath and

fell into the trust I had entitled her with.

        My face was clenched and pouring with sweat, although the

room itself was a comfortable temperature.  I realized she had

stopped, I opened my eyes, and she was standing directly in front

of me.  I could feel her breath, I could feel the warmth of her

sex against my stiff prick.  Her hips moved gently, then she backed

away.

        "Well, if you feel properly punished, we can begin."

        My ass was on fire.  I'd never hurt like that in my life.  I

wondered how I was going to drive home, and this had just gotten

started?  I was trussed, naked and a thermonuclear tan on my

rump, yet my only fear was that I wouldn't please her, and I'd be

gone.

        She moved beside me, I felt her push something warm and

soft against my ear.  It surprised me at first, but I realized it

was those wax earplugs swimmers use, it covers the ear canal

without going in it, but seals out everything including sound.

        Before the other plug went in she said, "all you have to

do is stay as still as you can, if I need you moved, just move

where you're guided.  Don't answer me, I know you understand."

        I knew sound deprivation wasn't all she was going to do,

and then, as if on cue, came the blindfold.  It was leather and fit

snugly across the whole top of my face, across the bridge of my

nose.  My nose and mouth were free, as well as the top of my head,

but my eyes and ears were completely covered.

        I could feel my heart pound, and I could hear the blood

rushing through my veins, but that was all.  My whole body had

become an antenna.  I felt something really cold trickle down my

back.  I jerked and it pulled me off balance, I began to twist

around, catching myself after a nearly ninety degree turn.

        The paddle came down on my raw bare ass with angry

intensity, I steeled myself for another blow but it wasn't coming.

        The cold dribble began again,  It was ice, no doubt, and

she began rubbing little circles with it on my partially covered ass

cheeks, my legs and back twitching unconsciously.  She removed it

and then ran what I could only assume from the length was a dildo

made of ice up the inside of my thigh.  Again I flinched, and

again the paddle sang it's song.

        Well, I was determined I wasn't going to get swatted again

for failing to follow instructions, so I concentrated on keeping my

toes planted.

        Again I waited, panting in silence, waiting for the next

swat, the next shiver, I cock was rock hard and spilling out the

side of my briefs. I felt her hands pulling my legs close together,

and she took off my bikini's  My shaft sprung out slapping me on

the stomach.

        "SHIT!" I thought, "she said no sex!  I didn't think I'd be

naked."

        I began to hyperventilate.  She put her hands on my chest

gently stroking me.

        I heard her ask me through the plugs, she must have been

shouting, if I wanted to stop.  My jaws were locked together and I

shook my head 'no'.  She kissed my chest and I started to relax.

At this point, I'd had a hard on longer than I thought as humanly

possible, and I thought I felt precum on the bottom of my shaft.

She reached down and took my aching cock in her hands and I

started to groan.  I knew I was going to come as she stroked it, her

hand still cold and moist from the ice.  I was completely lost.

If I safeworded I was gone.  If I came I was gone, and the moment

of truth was crashing down.  I shouted the safeword she had given

me, and it was if time had stopped.  Her hand was gone, there was

no contact , my body was shrieking with no relief, I was

physically and mentally exhausted, and I cried.  I hung, my chest

heaved to catch my breath and I cried.  I know I hung there for a

long time, although exactly how long I didn't know.  My throat

ached, my eyes burned behind the blindfold.  I knew it was over and

I hadn't been able to handle it.

        I felt the small steps being pushed underneath my feet.  I

managed to get myself down from the hook and nearly collapsed.  I

felt her weight under me, wrapped in a terrycloth robe.  She

helped me over to the bed and laid me down on my face.  I sat up

just a little and began to speak, but her finger covered my lips,

and she motioned me to lie still.  She began to rub some salve or

cream into my ass and the backs of my legs where I had been so

expertly stained red from the inside.  It cooled the burning and

the stinging, leaving a warm dull throb.  She stroked my hair and

my back, I started to cry gently again.  She rolled me over, a

little trail of precum down my leg and took off the cuffs.  She

sat me up and turned me away from her so she could undo the straps

the to mask.  I didn't turn around.  She turned my head and took

the plugs out.  I could hear the air conditioning, I could hear

the clock down the hall ticking.

        I couldn't look at her, I didn't want to hear what she had

to say.  All the weeks we had talked, I had gotten used to her

voice.  It wasn't love, but she was a kind mentor, and now I'd be

without that friend.  What a drag, but I guess life will go on.

        She took my chin and turned me around to face her,

Surprisingly she was smiling.  That smile could melt polar ice.  I

was very confused.

        "Are you all right?  I got worried for a bit."

        "I don't get it," I stammered, "I said the safeword, you

said that would be the end of it."

        "I drove you to your safeword on purpose," her voice was

almost a giggle, "if you had come on my clean carpet it would have

been over.  Everyone has a limit, you admitted you had reached

yours, that will save you a lot of grief someday.  Shower's

through there, towels on the rack, your clothes are on the table.

I'm tired.  I'm going to go make us some coffee..."






***Comments most gratefully accepted***









taita




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