The First Experience
by Suzanne SxySadist
Your heart begins to race a little faster
as you descend the concrete stairs to the dungeon where
Mistress awaits. You have fantasized about this moment for
a long time and now as you enter the dark basement you wonder
if you are really ready to do this. A strange haunting melody
plays in the background as candle light dances eerily on
the walls, only vaguely illuminating the sinister looking
items hanging all over. Your eyes slowly begin to adjust
to the dimness as you peer around at your surroundings.
Floggers, cuffs, whips, paddles and many other instruments
of torture hang neatly from little hooks on the wall closest
to you. You try to imagine how each will feel on your skin
as you feel your palms begin to sweat. The candles cast
a soft glow on a chair beside you that has part of the seat
cut away and at least a dozen eyebolts positioned at various
places around the frame. Directly in front of you chains
dangle from the ceiling and you do not have to guess why.
Then you see her sitting on a padded table in the shadows.
"Welcome," she says in a soft reassuring
voice, "you are on time, that pleases me." She
slips off the table and begins to approach you slowly. Her
long legs catch your eye as the candle light gleams on her
silky black nylons. You see a hint of lace garter peek from
below her short black spandex skirt as she moves gracefully,
closer and closer to you. Her chain vest glistens over the
sleek black body suit that covers her full breasts. She
stops in front of you eyeing you appraisingly from head
to toe then she reaches out with one long polished nail
and lightly scrapes it across your cheek. She turns away
with a bright smile, sweet yet slightly evil, and walks
over to a small couch and sits down crossing her long legs
again.
"Take off your clothes dear and get on
your knees." You get undressed quickly, laying your
clothes on the chair and drop to your knees. "Very
good... now crawl over here like a good little boy."
Carefully you begin to crawl across the floor on your hands
and knees... feeling the scratchiness of the carpet beneath
your skin. You come to a stop, kneeling before your Mistress,
your eyes downcast, hesitant to meet her gaze. "Come
a little closer dear, I won't bite." She giggles playfully
and goes on to say, "OK well... maybe I will, but that
is part of why you are here... isn't it?" Her voice
is playful, not menacing and you must admit she has a point.
You are here to explore that thin line between pleasure
and pain. To finally live that dark fantasy you've kept
secret for so long.
You slide forward closer to her as excitement
and apprehension build inside you. She leans toward you
and gently places her hand on your chin and lifts it slightly
so that she is looking directly into you eyes. "Much
better dear, now let me slip this on you." She pulls
a leather collar with a ring in from off the table beside
her and slips it around your throat. Her hands are warm
as they linger on your neck while she snaps the collar snugly
in place. "From this moment on till the end of the
hour, you belong to me and will do whatever I say. I will
not force you to do anything we have not discussed nor will
I harm you in any way. Do you understand?" You realize
that while she can be teasingly playful and non threatening,
she can also be very stern and serious. You gulp, and nod
your head so slightly it was almost unnoticeable. Her fingers
slowly move from your neck to your throat and then down
over your chest, lightly dragging her nails across your
flesh till she reaches your nipples. Then she starts circling
them with smooth even strokes. "I think that required
a verbal response, don't you?" To emphasize her point
she grabs the now hardened nipple between two nails and
pinches sharply enough to make you gasp loudly. "Yes
Mistress," you respond in a near whisper. "Excuse
me? I couldn't quite make that out." She gives the
nipple a quick twist this time. "Yes Mistress, I understand!"
"Ahh, that's better dear, now give me your hands."
You do as she commands quickly this time and
she slips a thick pair of leather cuffs over your wrists
and binds them tightly. 'Good, now hands behind your back."
You comply and she links the cuffs together so that you
lose use of your hands. "Very good. Now to do something
with this..." She toys with your dangling semi hard
penis with the toe of her high heeled shoe. "Stand
up!" You struggle to your feet as she pulls a length
of thin rope off the table and begins to fashion one end
into a loop. She slips it over your penis and under your
balls cinching it up closely to the body. Then she continues
skillfully wrapping and looping it over, around and between
your balls so that they are separated but bound closely
together. Then she continues up, over and around the shaft
of your penis, handling it firmly but gently, tying coil
after coil of rope around your most sensitive areas until
she has reached the tip.
The entire process takes only a few moments,
but as her fingers glide and tug at you while she works
it seems like an eternity. When she is through she sits
back to examine her handiwork and smiles. The result is
a neatly wrapped cocoon, tight enough that you definitely
know that it's there that but so tight that it is uncomfortable
or restrictive. Finally she takes another length of rope
and twists the end into a miniature hangman's noose and
like the other, slips it over your cock and balls close
to the body. She pulls it snug around you, then stands and
gives the free end of the rope in her hand a good tug. You
wince a little as she pulls a little harder. "Makes
a handy little leash, eh?" "Yes Mistress."
She flashes that playful smile again and moves very close
to you, her body brushing up against yours as she whispers
in your ear, "Open your mouth for me." You tremble
slightly as you feel her hot breath on your neck and she
slips one hand around your waist to steady you as she nips
lightly at your ear. Your lips part as you gasp breathlessly
wondering what else she has in store for you. She tugs the
rope one last time and brings the loose end to your mouth,
"Say ahh dear." Your lips open a bit more and
you quietly whisper, "Ahh." Then she slips the
rope between your teeth and orders you to hold it tight
and not drop it no matter what happens.
"Follow me slave." She gets up and
walks over to where the chains dangle from the ceiling and
stands beside them. You follow carefully, concentrating
on holding the rope. She unfastens the clip holding the
cuffs behind your back and then lifts your arms and binds
them to the chains over your head. Suddenly she slips a
blindfold over your eyes and the room goes black. Standing
behind you so close you can feel the silkiness of her skirt
against your ass, you feel her hands and nails begin to
caress your body. Gently over your shoulders, a little harder
as she drags her nails across your back and down to your
ass where her hand lingers squeezing your ass cheek firmly.
She rubs in small circles over one cheek then the other,
slipping her finger down between them, tickling and teasing.
Suddenly, she snaps her hand across your ass, "Whack!!"
Bright hot pain briefly runs across your flesh, and you
nearly drop the rope in surprise. She pauses just a moment
and then smacks again several times, whack, Whack, WHACK!!!
Louder and harder with each stroke. You can feel your skin
begin to heat up as she continues spanking your ass, over
and over, changing the tempo and force of the blows. Moving
from one cheek to the other, up and down, back and forth.
Your skin begins to turn a nice shade of pink as she abuses
it thoroughly.
"Mmm, I love a slave with a red hot ass."
She caresses your tortured skin softly with her hand. Then
you feel her body pressing against yours from behind as
she rubs against your ass feeling the heat through her skirt.
"Ahh yes, very nice, don't you think so?" Your
head is swimming just a little realizing how hot this makes
her so you don't acknowledge her question. Suddenly she
grabs a hand full of hair and tugs backward, causing the
rope to tug sharply at your cock and balls. "YES!!
Yes Mistress, if it pleases you Mistress." You try
to speak while still holding the rope between your teeth.
"What would please me more is to see just how much
my new slave can take before you call out and beg me to
stop. Does that sound like fun dear?" "Yes Mistress,
thank you." She is testing you. You had said you didn't
know what your limits were when you filled out the pre scene
negotiation form, and now she is going to help you find
out. You bite harder on the rope and try to prepare yourself
for what is to come.
You hear her selecting items off the hooks
on the wall and walking back behind you. "All right
dear, now I am going to start off with some fairly soft
to moderate floggers and work my way up to the more severe
things as I go. If at any time it gets to intense all you
have to do is drop the rope and I will stop what I am doing.
Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress." "Good
boy." You can hear the smile in her voice as she takes
a step back and takes aim with the first of her weapons.
"Swisshhhh smack! You feel cool, fairly soft tresses
of deerskin strike your back. Swish smack! Again a little
harder this time. Swish smack again and again the flogger
slaps against your skin. Then there is a moments pause and
a new material, slightly coarser than the last begins to
hit you. It is heavier but not painful as is pounds against
your back and ass at least a dozen times. You feel yourself
begin a little lightheaded as you slip deeper into submission,
but hang on to the rope. SWISH Whack!! An even heavier material
slaps against your back, stinging a bit this time. You lose
track of the time as you stand in the dark, feeling the
flogger strike you over and over again. She pauses and moves
close enough for you to feel her against your back again.
She runs her hand lightly over your skin feeling the warmth,
examining it closely.
"How are you doing luv?" "Good
Mistress." You reply through your clenched teeth. She
steps around to the front of you and feels your hands to
make sure they are still warm, checking that the cuffs are
not biting your wrists at all. "Excellent dear, you
are doing very well. I am very pleased with you so far.
Now let's see how you like my crop." She begins to
tap lightly with the crop on your already tender ass. Lightly
then a little harder she snaps the crop with a flip of her
wrist. She moves the crop down your ass, then smacks the
back of your thighs with stinging strokes. Then she takes
the crop and starts tapping it between your thighs lightly,
signaling you to spread them a bit further. She begins to
snap the crop harder and harder all over your body, moving
from place to place, slowly at first, then faster and faster,
leaving little red marks where ever she hits. The pain begins
to get more and more intense as she continues snapping the
crop harder and faster on your ass.
Just as it gets to the point that you think
you can bear it no more and you consider dropping the rope,
she instinctively senses that you have taken all you can
bear for now and stops. She places the crop aside and once
again begins running her smooth hands over your hot flesh,
soothing it. She tugs at the rope and takes it from your
lips, kissing your cheek softly. "You have done very,
very well dear." She unfastens the blindfold and runs
her nails along the side of your face. She then drops to
a crouch position and begins untying the ropes that are
wrapped tightly around your dick. Unwrapping it slowly,
running her warm fingers over the bumps left by the ropes.
She finishes taking off the rope and lays it aside then
stands up and smiles at you. Finally she reaches up and
un-cuffs you.
"You may get dressed and go now dear."
"Thank you Mistress. That was wonderful." You
pick up your clothes and get dressed, watching her as she
gathers her toys and equipment and places them neatly back
where they belong. As you begin to climb the stairs you
peek over her shoulder and catch her eye as she watches
you go, and smiles knowing you will be back.
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Best wishes always Suzanne
"Sensual sadism is an artform... your
body & soul are my canvas"
