Coming home for the very first time

They first met for lunch. He turned around and there She was, as if by magic. She was tall and stylish - a handsome woman; striking rather than feminine; boyish and androgynous, but still definitely a woman. Her photos did not do Her justice.

He didn't have to think about it. He knew immediately that She was The One.

She was calm and confident. He was nervous and knocked over a glass of water. She sized him up. He was older but in OK shape. He looked Her in the eye. He was frank and seemed to hold nothing back. There was an immediate connection and he hoped more would come of it. He was a novice, though with a lifelong interest in kink that was getting stronger and harder to resist. She was more than experienced, She was a leader.

He knew what he wanted; more than that, what he needed. She thought She could do something with this man and She smiled inwardly at the thought. This was a good start; contact had been made. Every journey starts with a single step and he had made that step.

A gap in the diary and emails were exchanged. The date was confirmed. He was keen to explore orgasm control in the time leading up to the session. She would monitor him and constraints were agreed. He was to think about Her several times a day and about what She might do to him. He was to think of pain, feel pain and arousal but refrain from orgasm unless She allowed it. She allowed it once a week. For the rest of the time he was to tease and torment himself. Regular nipple clamping was part of the programme. He was to become addicted to it.

He was astonished and overwhelmed by the power of the feelings that overtook him. His sleep was disturbed. He awoke every night with a fierce erection in the small hours. His subconscious mind was working for Her. As the day of the session approached he became more nervous. Would he be able to handle what She might deliver? Would he meet Her standards?

They met for lunch a second time the day before. He was calmer this time, but no less nervous. She knew what She was going to do and a space had been booked. They discussed options and possibilities. She knew what he needed and he had complete confidence in Her judgment and ability. "It will be Awesome", She said.

The next day was fine. He was early. He parked the car round the corner and sat and composed himself. He locked the car and walked to the Place. He was still early. He sat at a bus stop outside and waited. At twelve noon he approached the door. He was wondering whether to ring a bell when She appeared. A kiss on the cheek and inside. An office space. She asked him to carry her bag and led him upstairs.

The room was windowless, large and sparsely furnished. The light was dim. There was an imposing throne. He had arrived. Now he would be tested. He was in Her hands. There was no escape. She took the bag.

"Turn around and face away from me and put your hands on your head."

He did so. She walked around and inspected him. He was informed of the protocol and safe word.

"You will call me Mistress. You will not speak unless you are spoken to and you will only say, 'Yes Mistress' or 'No Mistress'."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Now I am going to undress you. Don't try to help Me."

She stood behind him and lifted his T-shirt over his head. He moved his arms to allow this. "Don't try to help Me."

She pressed against him and gripped his body fiercely from behind. Her hands grasped at his flesh; getting the measure of him for later.

One hand moved down and began to unbuckle his belt. She slid the zip down and pushed his trousers to his knees. She moved away.

"Now kneel and remove the rest of your clothes."

He did so awkwardly, crouching and fumbling with laces, pants and socks.

She threw everything in a heap a few steps away. Now he was completely naked and deliciously vulnerable. He was ready. His breathing deepened and slowed. This was the moment he had waited so long for.

The cuffs, both wrist and ankle were applied. Then the collar and chain. The collar grounded him. He could feel himself beginning to slip away. Now he understood the power of the symbolism. He was Hers and he relaxed. It was going to be alright. It was going to be better than that. It was going to be Awesome.

"Turn and face Me; kneel and crawl towards Me."

He did so. A worn Doc Martens boot was pushed at his face. He kissed it.

"My boots are part of Me."

She looked down at his naked body, stretched out on the floor beneath Her like a living statue. He had the right attitude. He was respectful, obedient and deferential. She knew she would enjoy dominating him. She knew he would thank her. She was well prepared and Her confidence gave Her a lift. There was nothing quite like taking someone for the first time. The sadist inside Her growled.

"I am going to teach you how to present yourself to your Mistress."

"On your hands and knees, please, head down."

"Now sick your arse up and your back down.  I want to see your spine curve.  This pleases me."

She pressed his back further down.  His arse was exposed.  She smiled.

"That's better."  She moved to his head and stood in front of the throne.

"Now look up, slip My dress up and remove My knickers."

He was kneeling and he faced Her crotch. He placed hands either side of Her waist and pulled the knickers down. He caught a glimpse of a shaved cunt. She replaced the dress.

She led him by the chain and he crawled to the bed. It was a four poster. It had a firm leather covered surface and leather covered pillows.

"Climb onto the bed, lie on your front and make yourself comfortable. You are going to be here for some time."

"You will not move unless I tell you to."

His wrist cuffs were tied to the bedposts. The collar chain lay beside him.

He heard the snap of rubber gloves. She pulled his cheeks apart, slapped on some lube and began to explore. Her fingers twisted and pushed. He relaxed and allowed Her probing hand to enter.

"Good boy."

She moved away. He heard a buzzing sound and a vibrating plug was inserted. The buzzing now vibrated outwards from within. His prostate was tingling.

Now for the floggers.

She started gently at first. She was thorough. She whipped his back, buttocks and thighs. She whipped the soles of his feet. It was like a caress. There was no pain, only sensation. The intensity was gradually building.

His flesh was Her canvas. She knew where to strike, how to strike and when to stop. She knew what he was feeling. She had been there. She watched him slipping further away and smiled.

"You can make a noise if you like."

He began to moan. He had never felt like this before. His moans got louder. Every time She hit him he moaned. It was an almost an orgasmic release but strangely was not sexual. His release was coming from somewhere deeper and more primal. She had reduced him to a bunch of nerve cells craving Her attention. This was where he needed to be and he was grateful.

Was it pain? He wasn't sure. It was good and he wanted more. He was floating and he was relaxed. He could not remember ever being more relaxed. She had taken him somewhere. Time had stopped. Mistress was in control.

She had worked up a sweat. Flogging is a physical business. She slipped off her dress and continued, wearing just a bra. The harness and dildo would come later. She was looking forward to that.

She placed two fingers in Her cunt. Her body was responding. They came out glistening. She thrust them into his mouth. He sucked on them. They tasted of Her. He knew She was enjoying their time together.

She moved close to his head and fixed a gag in his mouth. There was a hand signal instead of the safe word if he needed it. She reminded him.

A lit candle appeared beside him on the bed. She picked it up and began to drip the melting wax onto his back. The heat radiated through his skin as it dried. A new experience.

The plug was removed and switched off. His cuffs were released from the bedposts.

"Crawl off the bed backwards."

He did so and was led by the chain to a cupboard around the corner. It was filled with an array of implements.

"Pick three things for Me to use on you."

He picked three floggers. They looked similar. Was he ready for something harder? He was unsure.

He was led back to the bed and lay down as before.

"I am going to whip you one hundred times with each flogger. Do you understand and accept this?"

"Yes Mistress."

The beating recommenced. She was fast. She was hitting him as quickly as he could count. A hundred strokes sounds a lot but it was not enough. He wanted it to last forever. She cupped his balls in one hand while she flogged with the other. It signified possession and trust. It grounded him anew. She held his soul as well. She was his Mistress. The three floggers were used in turn. The sensations were similar. Next time, if there was a next time, he hoped She would challenge him with something firmer.

She climbed on the bed, placed a booted foot on the centre of his back and stood on it.

"My boots are part of Me."

Then the spanking began. She spanked his buttocks and thighs. She spanked his perineum as hard as She could several times. It was very good. She tapped his balls, softly at first and then harder. It was the only time he came close to feeling pain and still he loved it.

She relished the control. His submission was total. She was buzzing from the adrenalin. She knew at this point that She could do anything to this man. She moved away and there was a pause. The ass fucking would be next. She slipped into the familiar harness. The dildo was new. She had chosen it for his first time.

He sensed that She was kneeling between his legs. The tip of the dildo was placed at his entrance and began to slide in. He relaxed and allowed it. The ass fucking was prolonged and energetic. He lifted his rear and moved in rhythm with Her. She was on top and in control. She had mounted him and he was completely taken. His whole being was Hers. This was the culmination of Her dominance. She owned him. It was what he had always wanted.

She withdrew and removed Her dildo. He was unshackled and she pulled him to a kneeling position on the bed. She moved to face him and pressed Her body to his.

"You can hold me."

He fastened his arms around Her, one around Her back and one on Her left buttock. He pressed Her close. She was his for this minute - now and forever. He would always remember. His cock twitched in a vanilla moment.

He was helped from the bed and led to the bathroom where he showered and dressed.

She gave him cherries and lollipops.

"You will need sugar. Eat them now."

An embrace, a kiss on the cheek and he emerged blinking into the bright sunlight, back in surreal world. He walked the short distance to the car and drove home, sucking a lolly.

She packed up Her things, locked up and was soon on Her way. She had a strange light-headed feeling, a feeling of invulnerability, of having overcome and of pride in Her achievement. She swaggered on Her walk back home. Later there was a sense of benevolence. She had given him something no-one else ever had.

Two hours later he was still shaking. He looked at the marks on his chest where the chain had embossed itself as he lay on it and smiled.

He had found his Mistress. It had taken forever. It was like coming home for the very first time.

His bottom felt slightly sore in a good way.

He noticed that his ribs were bruised. He pressed his hands on them and enjoyed stimulating the pain.

In the following days he felt healthier, more positive and more relaxed. He had crossed a line. He knew what he was. Nothing could take that away now.

Two weeks later he put a hand in his jacket pocket and pulled out a lolly. A memento. Proof. It hadn't been a dream.

He didn't know what tomorrow might bring but he knew where he wanted to go.

Episode Nine: No face, no name and no number

I ventured on to Craigslist once. It is a silly place. Full of chancers, jokers and fantasists. One ad in the ‘casual encounters – women for men’ section caught my eye:

“I always know what I want and I fancy pushing my sexual boundaries further. I am 5ft7, dark shoulder length hair, brown eyes, sporty figure, pretty face and I love having sex. I have submissive fantasies and would like to meet a sensitive but firm older man who will persuade me to act them out. Looking for someone reliable but clean and uncomplicated, no strings, a drink, find out if the chemistry works, then some fun. Central London.”

I thought this could be worth a punt. Nothing ventured and all that.

We began to exchange emails. This was encouraging. She was coherent, intelligent, knew how to write and seemed to know what she wanted.

I suggested we meet for a preliminary drink. We agreed on a time and a central London mainline station. I went there. She never showed. “Problems at work”, apparently. We arranged another date.

Meanwhile, she was interested in teasing out my interpretation of the kind of activities we might pursue in a sub/dom encounter. What would I do? What would I expect her to do? I replied in broad generalities and she pressed for more detail. I prepared a written scenario but I was beginning to smell a rat. I did not send it. I suspected I was being set up as a free porn writer. I insisted that we meet, to ‘test the chemistry’.

She agreed and suggested we exchange mobile phone numbers in case of further appointment problems. I sent her mine but never got hers. I went along for the second meeting and of course she never showed.

This time there was no doubt – I was being played with.

A couple of days later my mobile rang. It was an unknown number. I answered.

A man said, “Hello”,

“Hello, who is this?”

He hung up.

I googled the number.

It was a golf club in Surrey.

I still have the scenario. It is not bad for a first attempt. I will share it with you.

Interestingly, in the light of debate on the subject of subs ‘topping from the bottom’, it includes a section on a dom ‘bottoming from the top’.

The scenario

Ground rules

You will have a safe word e.g. ‘red'. When you say this any activity will stop.

When we are in the ‘area of operations’ you will obey me without question and answer ‘yes Master’ when I ask you to do something. (If you use the safeword, the scene stops.)

You will prepare yourself for a session in accordance with previously issued instructions.

Scenario

You will prepare for this session by freshly shaving/waxing your pubic/genital area completely. You will wear a loose, dark skirt and smart casual daywear, stockings/hold-ups optional, with hair down. Knickers will be removed (discreetly) before entering the area of operations.

On entering the area and closing and securing the door, you will stand with legs apart. I may kiss you and feel you up under your skirt. You will then raise your skirt so that I can examine you. I will kneel and kiss your pubis and say, ‘Your pussy is now mine to do with as I wish’. You will then say, ‘My pussy is yours to do with as you wish, Master’.

You will then turn around and raise your skirt again. I will kiss each buttock in turn and say, ‘Your buttocks are mine to do with as I wish’. You will then say, ‘My buttocks are yours to do with as you wish, Master’. You will then lean forward and part your cheeks, revealing your arsehole. I will kiss your arsehole and say, ‘Your arsehole is mine to do with as I wish’. You will then say, ‘My arsehole is yours to do with as you wish, Master’.

I will place a chair at the foot of the bed, sit down and watch as you slowly undress. When your breasts are exposed you will offer me each nipple in turn. I will kiss and nibble them and say, ‘Your breasts are mine to do with as I wish’. You will reply, ’My breasts are yours to do with as you wish, Master’.

You will begin to fondle and caress your breasts, slowly moving your hands down to your cunt. You will make yourself comfortable on the bed, spread your legs wide and continue to pleasure yourself. You may use any toys you have brought with you. You will feel under no pressure or time constraint. You may come. You will say, ‘Thank you Master for allowing me to come and for watching me’.

You will rise from the bed and approach me. You will undress me slowly and carefully and pay particular attention to caressing my cock, balls, perineum and arsehole when I am nude.

I will apply a blindfold to you and lead you to the bed. You will lie down and receive my caresses. You may be permitted to suck my cock and lick my balls, perineum and arsehole. When I am acceptably aroused I will ask you to turn on your front and present your arse to me, raising it from the bed. I will say, ‘I am going to spank you twenty times to heighten your arousal and make you ready to accept my gift’. You will say ’Please spank me twenty times, Master. I want you to heighten my arousal. I want to receive your gift’.

I will spank your buttocks and thighs, creating a warm, stinging sensation and heightening your arousal. When I have finished you will say, ‘Thank you Master, I am now ready to receive your gift’.

I will say, ‘I am going to fuck you in the arse’. You will say, ‘I am ready Master, please fuck me in the arse’. I will lube your arse and my cock, after first putting on a condom, and will slowly and gently but firmly enter your arse. You will not move while I fuck you and I will come.

You will say, ‘Thank you for your gift Master. I am pleased to have served you. I am honoured to have accepted your cock and satisfied you with my arsehole’.

I will remove my cock, dispose of the condom and wipe you.

You will say, ‘How may I serve you now Master?’. I will say, ‘Please turn over and spread your legs’. I will apply nipple clamps to your breasts and pleasure you with my mouth and hands. During this experience you will remain passive with your arms reaching towards the top corners of the bed, as if restrained. You may come. After you have come, you will say, ‘Thank you Master for pleasuring me’.

I will remove your blindfold and the nipple clamps.

I will ask you to accompany me to the shower.

In the shower you will soap and wash me, paying particular attention to my cock, balls, perineum and arsehole. I will soap and wash you, paying particular attention to your breasts, pussy and arsehole.

We will exit the shower and dry each other. I will ask you to lie on the bed and I will join you. We will kiss and caress each other, taking time to stimulate and arouse every part of our bodies.

I will turn onto my stomach, raise my buttocks and ask you to prepare my arse for penetration. You will lube my arse, perineum, balls and cock and slowly wank my cock while teasing and stroking my perineum, balls and arse. You will slowly introduce a dildo into my arse and fuck me with it while teasing my cock to orgasm with your other hand. When I have come you will remove the dildo, clean up and say, ‘Thank you for allowing me to fuck your arse, Master’.

I will turn on to my back and ask you to sit astride me, facing my feet, and lower your cunt to my mouth. I will pleasure you with my mouth and hands while you squeeze and fondle your breasts and clit.

We will then lie together for a period of rest and recuperation. You may ask me to apply lube to your arse and I may penetrate you again with my fingers. You may rub your pussy against my leg while I am doing this. I may permit you to come again.

You will say, ‘Thank you for penetrating me again Master and thank you for permitting me to come’.

If I desire further stimulation I may ask you to kiss and caress me to orgasm again. You will be allowed to choose where my orgasm takes place i.e. in your cunt, your arse, over your breasts or in your mouth.

You will then clean up, clean me and we will dress and prepare to leave. Before leaving the room you will again lift your dress and allow me to kiss your intimate parts as I did earlier. You will thank me for attending to your needs, “Thank you for attending to my sexual needs Master; thank you for penetrating me, satisfying me and for watching me as I achieved orgasm.”

Episode Three: Giving to you

Hazel was fun. She was cheeky, quirky, sassy and up for anything. She was also horny and not afraid to tell you what she wanted. Life with her was never dull.

We had been together for about a month when she popped the question. We were just getting ready for bed and she was horsing around, teasing me with a strip-tease and wiggling her bum in my face.

"Have you ever fucked anyone in the arse?"

"No"

"Want to try?"

"Sure"

"I'm going to need another pillow."

She lay face down on the bed, the extra pillow carefully placed beneath her in order to thrust her bottom even more provocatively in the air. It was an appealing bottom, made all the more so by the thought of what I was about to do to it.

"Go and get the butter."

We had all seen 'Last Tango in Paris' by then. It had taken anal sex from being totally forbidden to being just, well, a bit forbidden. Something people wanted to try and were starting to talk about.

I got the butter.

All this organising had taken my mind off the job in hand.

"Let me see to that cock."

I obediently knelt down near her head and she teased me with a hand and tongue - I was soon up to the task.

"I'll put some butter on you, you put some in my crack."

"OK"

We were both soon slippery in the right places. I knelt down between her legs, placed my hands either side of her, bit her neck and started to slide my cock up and down the slippery valley.

It felt too good already. I had better get in or I would come all over her bum before we started.

I adjusted my position and placed my glans at her rosebud. It tickled and I started to push. She moaned and said, "Yes, now". The glans slipped inside and I paused. It felt cosy, tight and gripped me in a way I had never felt before. I pressed further. She relaxed and opened for me. The whole length was swiftly in and my balls nestled against her cunt. Her bottom was now pressing against my stomach with an arousing wobble. She had quite a large bum but now it was exactly right. I started to thrust in and out, slowly at first. The tightness was almost too much.

"Rub my clit."

I moved a hand beneath her and slipped a finger between her lips and started to massage the button. Her arms were out wide and lay on the bed pointing at the headboard. She surrendered to me.

The pleasure was exquisite, but with a twitching cock and my body propped on one arm, how long could I hold out?

Her moans quickened. "Yes, Yes, harder, don't stop, ooooohhh, yes , doit, doit, doit."

This was it. I came. She came. We both came.

My cock subsided and as I leaned back, it squished out. She moaned again.

"Amazing!"

"Was that good for you? What was it like?"

"Yeah, it was OK. A bit like having a really big shit actually!"