© 1994 - 2002 LaffWithMe Press
One of my early forays into writing erotica.
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The First Session
As he wraps the bindings around your wrists, your mind shifts into high gear. Upper most in your mind is a gnawing feeling of impending danger. It is like a neon sign flashing in red letters "Do I REALLY want to do this?". The fear, which until now had merely been a fantasy, is now a very real emotion spreading through your body. Although you are naked in a cool room, you begin to feel sweat all over your body, the cold sweat of fear.
You perform a quick mental replay of the prelude to this moment. It began with an exchange of e-mail over the course of several weeks. The letters started out very innocently and your confidence in him grew. You progressed to chatting on the phone, exciting phone conversations yet safely distant. These reinforced your feeling that he is a man that is caring and calm. Finally, you decide to meet him for coffee. You are relieved to discover that he is as nice in person as in his letters and conversations. He has a sense of humor, he doesn't look or act like a wacko. In fact he doesn't look like a man that would be stern enough to be your dom. But you agree to begin your training with him. Now you are repeating in your mind the safewords that he has given you, anxiously wondering if he will adhere to the rules of the game. Rules that you both discussed just moments ago.
You will cease to be Gloria, you will be slave.
He will cease to be Richard, he will be Master.
Slave will do whatever Master decrees.
Slave's sole purpose in life is to please Master.
Slave will be punished by Master for any infraction that Master observes.
Slave may break the spell only by uttering the safeword.
Master will administer to slave any pain or pleasure that Master sees fit.
Master will not gag slave or restrict slaves ability to utter the safeword.
Master will not leave slave while she is bound.
Master will not remove slave from the house.
Master will not use slave to perform any unsafe sex acts.
Master will protect slave from any harm.
Master will allow the spell to be broken if slave utters the safeword.
Your hands are now bound in straps behind your back. You feel his hands move your long blond hair so that it flows down your back. Then a blindfold comes from behind and you involuntarily start to duck.
"Stand still, slave" is accompanied by a swat to your rear.
The swat doesn't hurt, but it does remind you that your bare bottom is now vulnerable. The gruff voice, the blindfold and the bound hands bring home the fact that you have now relinquished yourself to him. You are scared and think that it is time to scream the safeword.
Before you can make the decision to break the spell, you feel gentle hands stroking your temples and soft words in your ear. "Are your wrist bands too tight, slave? Is your blindfold comfortable?" His fingers feel good upon you; the touch is one of care and comfort. His voice is warm and reassuring.
You answer, "Uh huh, they're ok."
"WHAT! WHO AM I?" Master explodes. "You are starting your first training session on the wrong foot. You will address me as Master. It is obvious that my plan to give you a little pleasure at first is not going to work. You know that you are to refer to me as Master." The stern voice brings back the ripples of fear in your body. A firm hand directs your movements and the voice continues. "Come over here slave and ready yourself for your first spanking."
You sense him sitting down on the edge of the bed. He bends you across his lap. Whaap! Unlike the earlier swat, this one stings your ass although it is only Master's hand. Whaap! Whaap! The swats come down on your ass, first one cheek then the other. Suddenly your cheeks begin to feel warm and the stinging swats turn to tingling erotic sensations. The swats stop. You are not ready for them to stop, you want to blurt out that you want more but realize immediately that slave should keep her silence. You feel Master's cock pressing against your stomach through the thin material of his pants. It is not yet hard but you know that it is stirring to life.You like the feel of the cock; you are basking in the warm glow that this quick spanking has created on your ass.
"Well slave, I like the nice rosy cheeks that you are presenting to me. I do hope that you enjoyed and understood the first lesson."... "Wellll!"
"Oh yes Master"
"Yes Master WHAT? I fear that you are going to be far more work than I bargained for."
"Yes Master, I understand the first lesson. I will remember to call you Master."
"And I suppose you want a little more spanking."
"Well Master cannot afford to have his hand become tired on your miserable little ass. We will have to proceed with the paddle. But first Master wants to let your little cheeks relax a bit. Slaves do have SOME value and Master does not want to damage his property. In the mean time, spread your legs so that Master can properly examine you."
You feel the gentle touch again. Master rubs your ass softly; his fingers roam up and down the crack of your ass. His finger begins to massage your pussy ever so lightly. You realize now that the spanking has caused your pussy to become moist from the excitement. The cock pressing against your tummy is stirring. You press down against it and enjoy feeling it become hard. Suddenly the hand removes itself from your crevice. Without warning, your ass stings again from a sharp swat. This time it is not the soft flesh of Master's hand. This time it is the hard surface of a paddle. You scream one quick scream and wait for the next blow. It seems to take forever, then whaap; your other cheek receives its turn. Now the blows come in a slow rhythm. And as before, the initial sting and pain evolve into a strange erotic pleasure. Your pussy seems to glow as if the heat on your ass has traversed your body and entered your juicy box.
Your nipples are now hard and you yearn for them to be pinched and tormented. You try rubbing them against Master's leg as you writhe around savoring this new sensation of pain as pleasure. Master is wearing shorts and his bare leg is warm against your nipples. His cock is now hard against your tummy and you wish that you could be sucking it as your ass gets pummeled. Somehow you relish the thought of tasting the hot cock in your mouth as your ass burns with fire from the paddle. Your mind spins off on a sexual odyssey.
Now the paddling is becoming too intense. It isn't any harder but your ass is beginning to hurt. The pleasure is being overcome by the pain. Your joy is being overtaken by fear. You blurt out "Yellow, yellow", the word that Master has instructed you to use if you want to slow down. Yellow, the word that means continue the scene but just relax the intensity. As you say the word, your heart stops, your anxiety hits a peak. You suddenly realize that if Master doesn't stop, you are totally helpless.
The swats stop immediately. You feel a rush of relief and a renewed feeling of sexual excitement. With that moment you are suddenly, truly Master's slave because you now know that you can trust him.
"Is slave's sorry little ass too tender for the gentle taps of her Master? Perhaps these red cheeks need a change."
You immediately feel a new sensation on your ass. It is a shock, it is cold. Then you realize that Master is rubbing ice across your bottom. This sudden change in temperature presents you with a new form of pain. It is a strange soothing yet shocking pain. And as your ass becomes colder, you again enjoy the feel of your nipples hardening and rubbing on Master's leg.
"Spread your legs"
You now anxiously spread your legs as far apart as you can. You anticipate the ice descending down the crack of your ass and to your hot little pussy. Master does not disappoint you. Soon the ice is working up and down your slit. The cold is a unique new experience. Master's finger works it's way into your pussy as the ice is held against your crack. His finger works in and out and the juices are flowing in you. Then the ice enters your hot box and you wince at the sensation.
"I think that slave is getting a little too much pleasure from this little game. Slave must understand that for each pleasure there is also a pain. Stand up"
You stand; the blindfold continues to cover your eyes, your hands still shackled with bands.
"Slave, do you realize that your nipples are hard and standing straight out?"
"Yes Master, I can feel them."
"Well, nipples like that deserve some adornment don't you think?"
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