Introducing a New Domme/sub Liaison
It all began with a comment that led to this encounter.
SUBGIRL 51
I'm 25 years old and have had some serious relationships, my last one ended almost a year ago. I've been in two long-term relationships that could be considered typical. I was ready for something more intense. So I met a bad boy and experienced mistreatment, culminating in him throwing me out of his car five miles from home and leaving. We went to a club, and I was wearing a mini dress and high heels. After a heated argument, he left me there stranded.
Fed up with the abuse, I walked home in the pouring rain, leaving my shoes behind as they were not meant for walking. My feet were bleeding, and my stockings were torn to bits. The worst part was the insensitive bastard had taken my handbag with him. I managed to get home, bruised and defeated.
The night was pivotal for me - the final straw. I was done with making excuses and putting up with abuse.
I'd read all his stories and admired his vulnerability. In his first tale, he captures a sense of vulnerability that I found appealing. I decided to reach out to him.
The day we planned to meet, I struggled with choosing the perfect outfit. I analyzed his stories, especially the ones about his fetishes. It occurred to me that a pair of black stockings with a suspender belt would be ideal. I chose matching powder blue knickers, not too obvious. I have a classy set with a Brazilian brief underwear made from a delicate lace fabric decorated with tiny sequins, which highlighted my bum.
I wore a matching balconette bra from the same fabric and added a bow and satin button to it. My dark areolas and nipples were visible through the lace. The suspender belt had a metal ring around my belly button, connected to four blue garters.
My light blue silk satin top had lace trims and tiny sequins, with a V-neck and spaghetti straps that would show my cleavage if I wore a bra. I also wore a metallic royal blue, high-waisted, A-line, mini skirt with a strikingly obvious black zip at the front that had an intriguing O ring to pull it down.
Before heading to the restaurant where we were supposed to meet, I sat in my car, feeling jittery. I had to use the bathroom, but I was too nervous to go. My nipples ached as they were visible through my coat.
My mind was in chaos - a mix of excitement and fear. I imagined the characters in his stories suffering as I did, but I had more hope. Would he find me attractive? Would I find him attractive? Did I want it?
I checked my appearance, smoothed my skirt, and adjusted my coat to hide my erect nipples. I entered the bistro, visiting a sea of couples and groups. A single man was sitting alone; he was normal-looking, not too old nor too fat. He looked sharp in his suit and wore a tie.
A man in a suit or uniform can be very attractive to a woman. I watched her enter the bistro, perfectly on time. My initial impressions were good - auburn hair, a round face, a genuine yet nervous smile, dark brown eyes, and subtle red lipstick. She had nice legs and, although covered by her coat, her breasts appeared substantial.
Things were looking good, she looked good. My nerves calmed down as I convinced myself she had chosen to meet me. I confidently reassured myself that she needed me more than I needed her.
She walked over to me, and I got my first impression: a mass of reddish hair, a gentle round face, a natural smile, dark brown eyes, and lovely red lipstick. Nice legs and, while covered with a coat, she seemed to have ample breast size.
I, on the other hand, wore a shirt and tie. I contemplated what made a woman attractive: lingerie, short skirts, low-cut tops, and more. In contrast, a man wearing a suit or a uniform looks quite dashing. She entered the bistro on time, and I was the only available man, so she approached me without hesitation.
My first impression of her was of auburn hair, a round face, and genuine smiling eyes. Her dark brown eyes, complemented by a touch of red lipstick on her plump lips, left a lasting impact. She had attractive legs, while her breasts, covered by her coat, seemed substantial.
I felt reassured, as though our roles were reversed from his stories. I believed she wanted me based on her desire to initiate this encounter.
Fortunately, he was neither old nor overweight. Instead, he looked smart in his jacket, shirt, and tie. And there he was, happily sipping coffee from his cup on the table opposite me.
While chatting with an old friend at a bustling café, I kept the conversation casual, discussing trivial subjects like the weather. As the waitress came over, I politely declined food and allowed Subgirl 51 to drive us back to my house. Once there, I showed chivalry by hanging her coat in the hallway, admiring her appearance.
As we began, I followed my usual routine and instructed her to stand in the middle of my living room. I sat nearby with a glass of wine, waiting for several minutes. "What's your actual name, Subgirl 51?"
Zena was her response.
"Do you also address me by that name?"
"No, my name is Zena, Sir." Her auburn hair fell over her face as she looked down.
"You'll be called Slut cunt until I come up with a more suitable name. Though Slut cunt seems fitting."
"Thank you, Sir." Her smile became brighter, revealing her sparkling brown eyes.
"What's your name?"
"Slut cunt, Sir." Her smile widened.
"Why are you called Slut cunt?"
"Because I am a slut cunt."
"And whose slut cunt are you?"
"I'm your slut cunt, Sir." I sensed she enjoyed repeating it.
"Describe why you're here."
"I want to serve you, Sir."
"How do you plan on doing that?"
"Slut cunt must be trained to become a perfect submissive for you."
I unfastened the button above her skirt's zip, carefully pulled it down, and the skirt fell to the floor. Pale blue lingerie covered her cunt. "Turn around." I ordered, and she obeyed immediately.
I ran my hand over her fantastic bottom, half-hidden by the briefs. "Bend over." I gave both cheeks a light slap. "Stand up straight and face me." As she complied with my command, I moved her hair back, revealing her breasts and pulled her head back, kissing her throat.
I kissed her cheek and the side of her lips as I unfastened the straps of her top, letting it drop to the ground with the skirt. Her brown nipples stood out sharply, creating a striking contrast with her lacy bra. I pinched one of her nipples while kissing her cheek and ear. "Does that hurt?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Do you enjoy having your nipples squeezed like that?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Gently? Not too aggressively?"
"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir." I pulled her tit back under the bra and ran my hand down her stomach, reaching the waistband of her lingerie.
She was panting loudly when I pulled the front of her knickers down. "You have a neatly shaved pussy." I commented.
"Thank you, Sir." She sighed in relief. I placed my tongue inside her pussy. She expressed her approval with a loud whimper. I traced my fingers up and down her wet slit.
"Do you like that?"
"Oh, yes, Sir, thank you, Sir."
"Considering yourself a good girl?"
"Yes, Sir, Slut cunt is a good girl. She wants to be a good girl for you."
"Take your bra off." She took it off and held it up for me, proudly presenting her breasts. "Walk to the table." The table was clear aside from a collar and red ribbon. She stopped at the table, facing it. I picked up the ribbon and put it around her eyes, helping her adjust it.
"Do you have faith in me?"
"Slut cunt trusts you completely."
"Remove your knickers." She leaned back, sliding her knickers down her legs. Her cunt came into view, glistening and panting—soaking wet. "Hands behind your back, spread your cunt and arse open." Her cunt was soaked and her anus had not been cleaned. I applied some lubricant to my finger and inserted it into her cunt. "Although you call yourself a good girl, no punishment is necessary. Merely to enhance the aesthetic aspects, I will only redden your arse."
"Thank you, Sir." I placed her hands behind her, stretched her arms across the table, with her breasts resting elegantly on the tabletop. I massaged her arse before bringing my hand down hard on her red rear. "Owww!" was her response.
"I'll bet your naughty little pussy is thankful for that attention, preparing it for a lovely ass decoration?"
"Sir, your slutty pussy adores your touch and begged for more." She definitely knows what she wants. I brought my hand down again. "Ouch! Thank you, sir,"
SLUTTY PUSSY
I drove us both to his house which was a few minutes away on a tree-lined road. I parked in the driveway and we entered his detached residence. My heart raced at around 90, my stomach flip-flopped, and my pussy dripped with anticipation.
He took my coat off, and despite being stripped, I felt more exposed than naked. Heart rate soared past a hundred, stomach churning, pussy gushing. Help me, make me do something, ease the tension.
He asked for my name and announced I'd now be called slutty pussy. Most women hate the word pussy, and the thought of mine being labelled slutty added to the moisture levels, making me even wetter. He instructed me to call myself slutty pussy.
He unfastened my skirt, running his hands over my derriere, and pulled my hair back, kissing my throat, face, and slid the straps of my top down. He pinched my nipple. 130 - leaking.
He licked my slutty pussy. 140 - gushing. Oh no, how humiliating. I knew I had to call myself slutty pussy. I was told to remove my bra, a task I could handle. I knew how he preferred it done, so I put my hands behind my back, thrusting my tits out, allowing the bra to fall into a corner.
I was left standing there while he relaxed with a glass of wine, just staring at me. Heart rate 110, stomach flipping, pussy oozing. Act quickly, make me do something, alleviate the tension.
He instructed me to take the blindfold off.
She removed the blindfold to find her master naked on the couch with a glass of wine and a fully erect cock. Not as thick as eight inches he wished for, but a decent size. She was told to kneel, spread her legs wide, looking at a collar and a ribbon on the carpet in front of her. I hope this was for me. He inquired if I wanted to wear his collar. Fuck, yes, I'd love to wear his collar. She had to leave it there and crawl to him.
She knew she was safe now with her back arched, arse and breasts on show. I smiled throughout and attempted to keep my hair from blocking his view of my tits. I had seen blowjob films on the internet. The key was to make it look like it was enjoyable, no problem, I would enjoy it. Slow and sultry, I'd focus on the balls first, kissing and licking.
SLUTTY PUSSY
I took off the blindfold to see my master naked on the couch, sipping a glass of wine with a raging hard-on. Not as big as eight inches he longed for but an acceptable length. I was instructed to kneel, legs spread, staring at a collar and ribbon on the carpet in front of me. I hoped it was for me. "May I wear your collar, sir?"
"Slutty pussy, you'll have to earn it first, return the collar and crawl over here. Begin your journey to obtain my collar by worshipping my cock. Suck my cock as if you cherish it."
She crawled towards him, her back arched, her buttocks swaying gracefully, her breasts bouncing. Her eyes never left his; she brushed her hair back several times. The first act was to hold his dick, licking his balls, working her way down to his hole and focusing on that area between his hole and balls.
Following that, she moved to his cock, kissed the top of it, put her tongue into the tip, and slowly made love to it. I ensured I made eye contact with him as much as I could.
Taking my time, I slowly indulged in more of him, exploring his cock with my mouth. I started with the head, gently licking around it while my free hand glided up and down his length. Maintaining eye contact, I aimed for a half-smile, hoping he would see it through the intrusion of my tongue.
Delving deeper, I took as much as I could into my mouth, although I couldn't take him deep throat. Spurred on, I teased him until he erupted into a climax straight into my mouth.
SIR
Pleased with my offering, he praised my work: "You did well, lovely."
"I'm ready to collect my underwear, Sir."
"Alright, you may retrieve them," he chuckled. Aptly named Slut Cunt, she withdrew to gather her clothing. He followed with a set of leather pink handcuffs, tossing two towards her ankles. She obeyed, binding her feet securely. He issued another two cuffs, placing them on her wrists.
"Now, lie down on your back. Put your legs over me," she instructed, lying down and relocating her feet. "Keep your legs together," he chided, moving them slightly apart and securing the final cuffs.
With her limbs restrained, he guided her towards the doorway. She gathered her bag, keys and valuables, glancing anxiously at the outside world. "Walk towards the front door," he instructed, eyeing her precarious high heels and disheveled yet lewdly exposed appearance. Thankfully, no one had noticed. But what if? Was it visible from the outside?
Something had gone awry. "Did you give me the correct keys tonight, Sir?" His grin broadened. "You did give me the wrong ones, didn't you?" Deciding to play coy, she returned to her master, swapping the keys he used. With a triumphant grin, he presented her with her actual keys.
Carefully, she left the house employing her uncanny executions. Passers-by hadn't noticed her unique performance...yet. Strange lady, bending backwards with her hands shackled behind her.
At the door, he took her in his arms, kissing her hungrily. Overwhelmed, he pulled on her engorged nips, releasing her collar from her throat. "Go to the room at the top of the stairs."
SLUT CUNT
Concerned about her lewd ensemble, she inched towards the stairs on her hands and knees. "Sir, will you be joining me in the bedroom?" She wiggled her waist, displaying her sopping wet undergarments before retreating up the stairs.
"Enjoy your room, Slut Cunt," he called her affectionately. At her destination, I found a seemingly plain bedroom on the right. "Get on the bed," she complied, retreating to the floor. Using her hands, she elevated her legs and waited for his command.
"Climb onto the bed." Unleashed from her restraints, she scampered to the bed. "I like you in that top. It exposes just enough of your breasts each time you move. At a distance, your swinging breasts are a nice view."
Acknowledging him, she continually teased him in anticipation. "How can I entice you to fuck me, Sir? Should I beg or plead?", her voice suggestions. He removed her wrist binds and shoulder restraints. Marching to the stairs, she aimed for an intriguing angle. "Stretch out your back legs and climb the steps." He remained stoic, staring down as she capsized onto all fours, wiggling to expose her damp and leaking cunt. Eventually, he followed.
Opening his delightful package, his lover meticulously attended to him. Past the pangs of mere kisses, she craved his hard, rugged cock. Striving to tantalize, she wiggled her hips to tease him. "Sir, would you please fuck me?" His descension returned hope. Stretched out on all fours, the scene was set for pleasure.
Without being asked, she closed her legs together, further enticing him. Becoming flushed through her arousal, her master brought out excitement and delight. Without another second's thought, he entered her, satisfied as they began their coitus at a furious pace. Unrelenting yet controlled, they peaked in unison. The bedsprings moaned in unison to their grunts and grunts: they'd interlocked their bodies and consumed each other throughout the night.
Residing in each other's clutches, they savored their eager passion. She offered him water, he hydrated, and they moved to the couch, lounging comfortably. He cupped her tits while they endlessly engaged in open conversation, discussing future endeavors. Breathless, they changed their clothing, "Time for you to go now," he said, nibbling on her lip before following her out the door. The ultimate pleasure was bidding each other goodnight.
Lying on my back, I spread my legs in an invitation. "I bet you'd enjoy being fucked," he declared, securing my wrists to my ankles.
"Yes, please, sir. Your slave's wet pussy craves your big, hard cock." He used the cuffs to attach my wrists to my ankles, further apart, then suddenly dove down to my pussy with his mouth. I lasted about thirty seconds before I succumbed to an orgasm.
Maybe this climax had taken me by surprise. I let out a high-pitched scream, lightning radiating from my pussy to my nipples to my brain and back. I wet him thoroughly, and he didn't stop his tongue from circling my clitoris. I experienced a less intense orgasm. He stopped, pressed his hands on my breasts, and without hesitation, his cock slid inside me.
Whoa, it was overwhelming, with my already-engorged pussy sending signals to every nerve ending in my body. His hands left my breasts and grabbed my hair, pulling my face to his and kissing me. His mouth wet with my juices, he thrust into me, causing my head to spin. I couldn't think, and I let out a scream as yet another climax took hold of me.
SIR
It seemed a bit sadistic handing her the keys instead of hers. She didn't enjoy the exposure, as her nipples pushed against her top. Several people walked by and Mrs. Speed waved to them, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. I wasn't sure whether her face was redder than her butt.
I'd have to admit that she'd performed as required; she deserved an orgasm. When she was tied up on the bed, her pussy was incredibly juicy, enticing, and open. Unable to resist, I tasted her.
Lip-locking her, she lasted a few seconds before she loudly screamed, her legs wrapping around me. I separated her legs, pressed my hands on her breasts, and his cock slid into her enticing pussy.
I kissed her lips, covering my face in her cunt juice, as I fucked her brutally, resulting in another climax for her. When I finally released her from her cuffs and allowed her to leave for the bathroom, I said, "You may go to the bathroom, pee, and clean yourself up. I should mention that I enjoy your disheveled appearance," I paused, "but don't touch yourself." She rushed off with a slap on her bottom.
I went to relieve myself and freshen up before joining her downstairs. Finding her on her knees by the couch with the glasses of wine, I took one and sat down. I messed up her hair, making it an even bigger disaster.
SLUT CUNT
I yearned to cozy up to him, bathing him in love as my orgasms ebbed. However, he instantly drifted off to sleep. On the mattress, my mind remained unsettled. During my journey from his library to the bedroom, I reflected on everything I'd experienced in his premises. I couldn't resist concluding that he was going to deflower my backside.
I knew this from his stories, and I'd anticipated this for a while. I hoped he would be lenient with me, use plenty of lube, and be gentle.
As I knelt down, drinking the wine, he was playing with my hair. With his fingers, he created a messy parting in the middle, pushing it forwards on my shoulders and exposing my bosom. "Little slave pussy, you're nearly deserving of your collar; one more step remains." he suggested with a grin.
"Sir, I believe you'll want to deflower my rear end." I suggested, cautiously. I remained silent about the fact that he might start calling me Mac: Mouth, Arse, Cunt – it was a better name than slave pussy!
"You're correct," he continued. "Bring the lube and lube my cock, then yours." I snatched the lube and coated his cock with it, then lathered a significant amount around my backdoor. He led me to the window and had me lean against the windowsill with my hands on the window sill.
I glanced out the window at passersby that could see me if my head remained down while my hair covered my breasts. "Give me your right hand," he instructed. I obeyed and presented my hand to him. He fit his cock within it, "Push it up your arsehole, slut pussy," he ordered, simultaneously pulling my hair backward. My naked tits and face were fully visible to onlookers.
I gave my all to loosen the grip of my anal muscles as I eased his dick in. Although it hurt, I trusted myself to manage. The head was inside me now, so I positioned my hand on the window sill and made an effort to loosen up. Eventually, the pain eased slightly and the pleasurable sensation of his cock touching my pussy through the translucent barrier was increasing.
My torso was pulled back, my bottom entered more aggressively and faster. His balls were colliding with my pussy. I was crying and cursing, pleading and desiring. With a final thrust, he ejaculated into me. My legs shook greatly and I could hardly remain standing.
Pulling me back on my feet and grasping a nipple, he directed me towards the bed. "In front of me," I kneeled in front of him as he retrieved the collar from the nightstand. "Lift your mane up," I gathered my thick auburn hair in my hands and lifted it up with both hands over my head. He strapped the collar around my throat and secured it.
Certainly, that was funny, she seemed to relish the anal intercourse after becoming adjusted to it. I definitely appreciated it, not solely the anal but also her facial expression and the motion of her heaving bosom reflected in the window. Her expression varied from pain as I breached the sphincter to astonishment then pleasure.
I lasted as long as I could, savoring it but my body had its way and I released my load in her anus. Beyond a doubt, she deserved this reward.
Manhandling her back to a standing position by her hair, I turned her around and embraced her. "Good girl," I told her as I pinched her nipple and guided her to the bed. She knelt with her hair raised while I tied the collar around her neck. "Rise, you will now be referred to as Mac and you're aware of the reasoning," she nodded.
"Yes, sir, Mac stands for mouth, anus, and cunt," she'd remembered from one of my previous stories.
MAC
A fresh collar and a new moniker, I was in paradise. Unexpectedly, I was led to the bed, with sir lying on his back and me cuddling up to him with my head on his abdomen, admiring his delightful yet deceasing cock.
His fingers were touching my anus and vagina, undoubtedly moist from his semen dripping from me. He mussed up my hair again and I didn't mind, I must have looked messy but sir appeared to like it. I kissed his stomach, journeying down to his phallus which I also kissed. I began licking it and licking his sack.
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