BDSM
03 Jan 2017


I saw her standing there all sweet and innocent. Yeah right! I knew of her reputation, all the women before. I did not give a damn. Whenever I looked over to her there was a pang of lust deep within my loins. The mere thought of her made my throb uncontrollably. I so wanted to go over and talk to her, but didn’t have the nerve. Foolish chickenshit that I am. I give up meeting her as a bad joke and go to the bar to order a drink. The bartender asks me what I want. “Reds please,” I answer. He gets my drink and pours it into a glass for me. I turn around to move away from the already overcrowded bar. As I turn I turn straight into Her, spilling my drink all down the front of her white cotton shirt. As the liquid soaks into the material it sticks to her perfect body exposing her braless breasts. Her nipples perking immediately at the coldness of the golden liquid. She sees me staring at her, “what? You wanna suck it off do you?” I blush immediately. “Um No,” I lied that is exactly what I was thinking. “Im so sorry can I wash that for you?” I asked without thinking. I blush again, for I know I am talking myself into a right situation. I opt to keep quiet.

“Does that mean you inviting me back to your place?”

Blushing again I answer rather panicky, “um, yes, I mean no, Um. I don’t know.” I can feel my face burning bright red. I can feel hundreds of eyes upon us, well on me and my silly answers.

“You have a shirt on as well as a tank top. Give me your tank top to wear.”

“Sh-sure,” I stammer.

“So what you waiting for? Hand it over!”

“What here in the middle of everyone?”

“Why not? You did mess your drink over me did you not?”

“I spose so, but I am not stripping here, ill go to the bathroom and take it off there for you.”

“I’ll come with just to make sure!” she insists.

I feel like a blithering clumsy idiot. We get to the bathroom. Just as I am about to take my shirt off she pushes me into a cubicle, up against a wall and begins to kiss me. I try to protest but I cant, I don’t want to, I want this to happen. I can feel my pussy throbbing painfully. I want this woman to touch me, to lick me, to fuck me. Just as suddenly she stops.

“And now?” I ask all confused.

“Not here, not like this,” she pants in my ear, I can feel her hot breath against my neck. I am so hot, and horny I am certain she can smell how much I want her. She scratches my side with her long manicured nails, from my bottom, over my stomach, up to my breast, which aches for her to touch, back over my stomach and paces her fingertips into the waistband of my very short little black mini.

“No,” she says again. “Come with me.” She takes my hand and literally drags me out of the bar.

“Where we going?” I ask in a husky voice that I don’t recognize.

“I’m taking you home, if I don’t have you now I’m going to explode.”

Do my ears deceive me? She wants me? And she wants me now. My life has just been made complete.

“Its just up the road,” she says to me.

“Oh ok,” I answer, panting, partially from the half walk, half run she is pulling me at, and partially from the escapade in the bathroom.

We get to a block of flats, she pushes the door open and pulls me into the foyer. She hits the up arrow on the lift. I can feel the urgency in her actions. The minute the lift doors open we fall into the lift. She has me up against the mirrored side of the lift. Kissing and biting me in the neck.

“Uh, don’t you think you may need to press the floor?” I ask. She fumbles with the buttons blindly and pushes the topmost one, number 25. Her hands are all over my trembling body once again. She lifts my leg and wraps it around her waist. My G-string pulls skew at the sudden odd movement rubbing against my already pounding aching clit. She scratches the back side of my thigh. I groan in ecstasy. I am so close to coming but hold back. The lift doors open, she looks up, “Sorry this lift is occupied,” she says to the little old couple standing at the open doors staring at us. The doors close once again. She lets go of my leg and takes a step backwards. She stands there just looking at me. Have I got something between my teeth I wonder and start running my tongue over them.

“We’re here,” she says breaking my train of thought.

“Shweet,” I say, god how corny can I sound, why can I not speak when I’m around her?

She opens the door to her flat, it is dark and humid. I fumble over my own feet not knowing what is where. “Wait here, let me get some light on the subject.”

I obey. I see her flick a lighter and light some candles nearby. My surroundings are dark, it looks as if the walls are painted black, on closer inspection I see that there are black sheets of material hung randomly on the walls. The furniture is minimal, in fact there is none.

“Come here,” she orders yet again.

“I don’t know how to cum on demand,” I tease.

“I did not ask for any comment, I told you to come here now Obey me!”

Not sure what to do I obey. I am scared, but at the same time exhilarated at the idea that I don’t know what is about to happen. Is she going to hurt me? Make love to me? Fuck me? Kill me? I slowly move over to where she is standing.

“Strip.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said Strip. And in future you WILL address me as Mistress.”

“Mistress?”

“Yes. Mistress Genevieve. Do you understand?” Her tone had changed.

I nod.

“I cannot hear you.”

“Yes Mistress.” I say

“Yes WHO?” I immediately detect the slight anger in her voice at my omitting her name.

“Yes Mistress Genevieve.”

“Good girl,” she says petting my head. “Now strip and go lay on the mattress there in the middle of the floor, face down.”

“Yes Mistress Genevieve,” I say, once again in a husky voice. Once I have stripped I lay face down on the mattress as directed.

I can feel her moving around me. She places her foot between my legs and kicks them apart. She then kneels between my open legs, picks up one leg and wraps something around my ankle. She does the same to the other. I can feel my pussy juices begin to drip on the black sheet I am laying on. I let out a soft moan.

“Shhh, my sweet one,” she whispers to me. Scratches her nails down my back. I arch as much as I can. She moves around to stand in front of me, I look up, she is standing there in black stilettos, black stockings, wearing a black g-string and black rubber corset. She crouches down in front of me, my senses are heightened that I can smell her sex, I know she wants me as much as I want her. I bite my lip in anticipation. She takes my hand palm up and places it between her legs. I can feel her hotness against my palm, she takes my finger and inserts it into herself. I gasp sharply and bite my lower lip. “Open your mouth,” she commands. I glance up to her and open my mouth. My finger get placed in my mouth. “Lick it clean.” I do as I am told. My breathing becomes short gaspy pants. She tugs my hand pulling my finger out my mouth. A piece of satin gets tied around my wrist and onto an eye-bolt on the floor next to the mattress. My other wrist suffers the same fate. I am not sure what is happening around me, I can smell so many different scents, my body feels more alive than ever before, even though I am restrained I have never been more free in my life.

“Oooh nice,” she whispers into my neck. “I see iv got a natural little subby slut here.”

In the distance I hear the words, “yes Mistress Genevieve.” I am left there on the mattress for a while, I have no idea how long. There is a stinging feeling between my legs, my pussy lips are responding to what I am not sure. It stings and shocks, but I don’t want it to stop. I can feel something being inserted deep into me filling me up to the hilt. The walls of my cunt stretched so much it aches. There is a humming sound as the vibrator that has been inserted into is switched on a very low speed.

“Open your mouth.”

I open it again, expecting more of Her juices or at the very least a taste of my own, instead something gets shoved into my mouth. “I have put a ball-gag into your mouth, if at any time you want out of this game bang on the floor with your hand. Do you understand?”

I look up and nod.

“Show me what you are to do.”

I banged on the floor. “Good girl,” she said and swatted my ass. I groaned through the gag. “Did you like that?”

I nod vigorously.

“Do you want more?”

I nod again.

“Do you want it harder?”

I nod for a third time.

“I will start off slow and pick up as I feel,” she instructs me.

I can feel the anticipation building up, I always knew that I was different and enjoyed being physically challenged. This was something new though. I wanted her to toy with me, to hurt me. I felt the first swat on my ass, if this was slow, I was afraid to know what Her ‘pick up’ would feel like. It stung like a bitch. Once the initial sting subsided there was the most amazing warmth. Swat, another one. Stinging my butt, I bit down on the ball gag. The warmth came a lot quicker this time. I was beginning to drip again, which considering I still had the vibrator inside of me could only mean that I was that wet. I could feel myself start to drift again. I wanted more, I wanted it harder. How could I convey this to Her? She must have read my mind because when the next couple of swats came down they were indeed harder. My body began to betray me, She must have realized because she stopped. “Noo my sweet one, I am not ready for you to come yet.” I looked up at her from my dreamy state. “Must I remove the gag?” I shook my head, I liked the idea that I was at Her mercy, drooling all over the sheet for Her, I wanted to make Her happy.

“I think its time to loosen you and make you happy my sweet one.” She loosened my binds, removed the vibrator and helped me to sit up before leading me to her bedroom. “I am not tying you down this time,” she said smiling at me. “I want to feel your entire body and wont be able to do that if you are tied down.” She explained.

“Yes Mistress Genevieve,” I whispered.

She sat me on the edge of Her bed, she began to strip for me. She had the perfect body, small perky tits with dark rose coloured nipples. I so wanted to take them into my mouth and suck on them, nibble them make them stand at attention against my tongue. I started to drip yet again at the mere thought of what I wanted to do to her. Her stomach was flat, Her waist tiny. She stood there in just her stockinged legs and black g-string. “Do you want me to take it off?” she asked tugging at the elastic of the flimsy underwear.

“Yes Mistress Genevieve,” I mumbled

“Or, would you like to take it off me?”

I immediately looked into her eyes and smiled, “I would most certainly love to take it off Mistress Genevieve.”

She removed it, standing there naked in front of me. She pushes me that I lay on the bed. “Move up a bit,” she says.

I wiggle up the bed laying crossways. She climbs on top of me her semi shaven mound against mine. She is just as wet as I am, if not more so. I can feel her juices dripping onto my clit and down my slit. I raise my arms over my head gasping for air. She reaches behind her back and touches me. I open my legs as far as I possibly can with this gorgeous woman sitting on top of me. Her finger slides over my longing clit and rests at the opening of my pussy. “Please,” I beg.

“Please what?”

“Please put it in me Mistress Genevieve.”

She slides off me, puts her hands between my thighs and forces my legs apart. As soon as she has opened my legs she puts her hands on either side on my swollen pussy and spreads my lips, “now that is so much better.” She lowers her head and slowly sucks my clit which is throbbing hard and furious. I push myself against her wanting to come.

“Stop that or I will have to tie you down and I really don’t want to do that.”

I want to scream, I cant take much more of this. I want to come, my breathing is short and shallow, my head is light, my body betrays me. The moment she thrusts her tongue into me my body convulses. I am coming, I can hear myself screaming somewhere in the distance. Even further off I can hear someone talking to me, I try concentrate.

“Hey sweet one, do you always come so hard?”

I open my eyes, She is looking down at me smiling. “Do you always come so hard?” she asks again. She sees the confusion in my eyes. “You ejaculated all over me,” looking down, “and the bed.” I see the glistening wetness against her chin, chest and breasts. She takes a finger and wipes across the wetness, then puts it in her mouth and sucks it. I am still panting. Once again she straddles me and crawls up till her pussy is in line with my mouth. I stick my tongue out and flick it over her lips. She lets out a slight groan. “I can see I am going to enjoy this,” she comments.

I grab her ass and pull her down slightly as I shove my tongue deep into her as I open my mouth wide as possible and suck every part of her womanhood into my mouth. She begins to ride my face, her clit banging against my teeth. Moments later she grabs my head and pushes herself as she can against my face as she cums in my mouth.

She slides off of me, lays down next to me and kisses me her tongue exploring every inch of my cum filled mouth. Tweaking my nipples she kisses me once more, this time on the cheek, and says, “its time for you to get dressed and go home sweet one.”

“Yes Mistress Genevieve.” I get dressed. She is waiting at the door to let me out.

“Thank you,” is all She says to me, I don’t even get a kiss goodbye.

I leave the building and make my way back to the bar’s parking lot where my car is, get in and go home. The next week I was back at the bar, I look around but don’t see her anywhere. I take a chance and go to her flat.

I knock on the front door of her flat, some fat old man answers, “yes?”

“Um, is Mmmm. Is Genevieve here?”

“No, she moved out last week, I’m the new tenant.”

“Oh, ok, thank you.” I say and walk away downhearted.


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