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College Submission
By: Da'Rookie22
bdsm_coed@yahoo.com
******PART II******
"MMmMmmphhhph" was the only audiable sound I could make while gagged the way
I was. I could smell my own excitement ebbing up to my nostrils from the
panties which Kirsten had shoved into my mouth before buckling up her newly
purchased ball-gag tighly around my head. I could also taste myself as well,
something that I had to say was a definite first for me. It was nothing like
that horrible "Tuna" analogy that so many men had attached to the experience of
going down on a woman. It was bitter, and yet sweet at the same time. Not
unbearable by any means, but I accepted my fate given my current situation and
told myself that the taste of revenge would be much better should the
opportunity ever arise someday.
Kirsten was circling my naked, bound form. My body was stretched taught in
my current position. My hands were locked together and pulled high above my
head, while down below, my legs were forced a good 4-feet apart by a homemade
spreader bar made out of the bar I hung my hangers on in my closet. I had been
stripped of my new, skimpy lingerie, and I was now helpless and waiting for my
"Mistress" to make her next move. Kirsten was more imaginitive than I
originally gave her credit for. I was starting to wonder just how long exactly
she had had these aspirations of being a dominitrix seeing as how nothing she
had done so far was in my diary that she had read, and she seemed to be pulling
most of these positions and ideas randomly off the top of her head. Needless to
say I was quite impressed.
Kirsten said nothing as she examined me. She was becoming more relaxed
having taken off her heels, and she was making the most out of the wine that was
still in the bottle that I had been drinking earlier. She had also taken it
upon herself to smoke a few of my cigarettes, which of course, I wasn't too
thrilled about seeing as how she wasn't offering me one. Occasionally she would
make me shudder by running her fingernails gently across my abdomen or up and
down my back. She would toy with my hair every once in awhile, and even allowed
her hand to drift down near my heavily excited sex. Much to my disappointment,
however, she never allowed contact. I was remembering back to my days when I
helped my parents out at the fair and I saw the 4-H cattle auctions. I now
sympathize with those cows, because I was now beginning to feel like them.
Standing in the middle of the auction floor being examined, and touched, and
inspected like a piece of meat. It was an interesting experience to say the
least.
Kirsten put out her cigarette and emptied her glass. "Well now my little
slave, I say we move to the next stage of your lesson." Kirsten moved in front
of me and bent down to retrieve the nipple clamps. She turned around and held
them in front of my face, the candlelight flickering off of their shiny chrome
surface in a beautiful manner that temporarily took my eyes off of the menacing
"business" ends of them. Kirsten then leaned in close to my chest and took my
left nipple in her mouth. While she was gently sucking, she circled the nub
with her tongue in a clockwise motion. "Mmmmm" I moaned. Kirsten looked up at
me and then went back about her work. She knew that my nipples were very
sensitive. There was a question in one of her magazines once that asked what
the most erogonous zone in your body was. We discussed this question in depth,
my nipples being mine, and the crook of her neck being hers. I never thought
that my answer would one day come back to haunt me like this.
I was in heaven with the special treatment she was giving to my breasts. I
could feel myself start to get heavily aroused once again, and as good as the
nipples felt, I was beginning to crave something more! After she serviced each
breast equally, she gently blew on them to make them harden and stand out. I
had almost forgotten about the menacing clamps. She grabbed my left breast and
brough one of the clamps up to attach it. "MMMMPPHHHH!!!" I screamed into my
gag as she tightened down the unyielding jaws upon my poor, defenseless nipple.
She then gave it a few short tugs which made me immediately thrust forward to
give some slack. I had seen pictures of these used before, but I never expected
them to hurt like this! It was like a slow burn of pain which started out
unbearable, but then subsided to a "barely tolerable" type of pain. Rather than
immediately connect the other end to my other breast, she threaded the chain
through the ring on the front of my collar, and then brought it down and
repeated the attaching process to my right one. This made it so I had to keep
my head lowered to take the tension off of my aching nubs. Whenever I raised my
head, the chain pulled the clamps, which in turn, pulled my nipples upwards.
This hurt like hell, so I did my best to just stand there with my head in its
lowered, "submissive" position.
"I've always wondered how those things worked", Kirsten said with a high
level of amusement in her voice.
"And don't think that you've found a way to outsmart me by keeping your head
bowed down, though. As much as I like seeing it that way, my little game
wouldn't be any fun if you just stood there like that."
With that said, I saw her bend down and pick up the black, looped-end riding
crop. She must have also grabbed the blindfold as well because the candlelight
disappeared, only to be replaced by darkness as she pulled it down over my eyes.
Everything was quiet. I couldn't hear Kirsten moving and I was trying to figure
out where she was. All I could hear was the gentle whistle of the warm brezze
blowing through the cracked window. All of a sudden, *SMACK* went the riding
crop hard against my ass. The blow was forceful enough to make me jump from the
ground. Even worse, I now understood what Kirsten was talking about. The pain
was bad enough to where I jerked my head back, thus yanking hard on my nipples
and causing even more pain to my tits. "Now THAT'S the kind of reaction I like
to see!", she laughed. Blow after blow landed on my backside. I fought like
hell against my bonds to try and free myself, but they remaind steadfast in
their purpose. I tried to focus on just keeping my head lowered to cut the pain
in half, but every time I managed to control it, Kirsten made sure the next blow
was strong enough to make me move and yank my nipples. Occasionally she would
take a break and let me catch my breath. During this time she usually enjoyed
trailing the crop across my body and watching me tense and try to move away from
it. She wasn't hitting me hard enough to cause welts or bruises, and certainly
not break the skin, but I could tell by the warmth coming off of them that my
butt had to be a nice, rosey pink at this point.
She traced the crop around to the front of me, patting it gently on my
stomach and breasts. Every once in awhile, she would give a mild swat at one of
my nipples, which of course brought forth yet more muffled yells and obscenities
into my gag. I think she may have been able to make out the word "Bitch" that I
had called her, because she brought the tip of the crop down between my legs and
patted it in a warning matter against my shaven mound. "Careful slut", she
warned. "Even though you are gagged, that mouth will still land you in a heap
of trouble." Deciding that I was in no position to argue, I nodded my head
(*ouch*) and did my best to remain silent.
"Did you enjoy your punishment, slave?" I shook my head carefully in
disagreement, despite the fact that I savoured every minute of it. I decided
that I would egg her on. I could tell that she was really starting to get into
this, and the more she did, the more I would get out of it. "I said, did you
enjoy your punishment!" This time she finished the sentence with a hard, solid
strike to my ass with the crop. This time I nodded my head (*ouch*). "Good,
that is what I like to hear. I hope you are eager for more because we are just
getting started."
I heard her set down the crop and once again, I could feel her fingers on my
tender skin. At first she gently cupped my breasts and toyed with them for
awhile. She then slid them behind me and teased her nails across my glowing
backside. She made me tense as one of her fingers made the journey between my
ass cheeks and traced the bottom of my valley. She stopped her one hand there,
and I felt her other hand come to rest on my mons. She circled her finger
around the entrance to my love tunnel, but she wouldn't touch it. She began to
make hard, precise strokes which caused my clit to stir. I suddenly got what I
wanted when she slid one finger up inside of me and gave my G-spot a few good
presses. This made me gasp both with excitement, as well as from shock from the
sudden intrusion. I couldn't believe that I was getting felt up by my roommate
and friend of 4 years! Pulling her wet finger back out, she used its
lubrication to gently stroke my love button. I moaned heavily into my gag as
she moved her finger expertly around it and over it. She got her other hand in
on the action too as she played with my pussy lips from behind. She would
spread them, and push them apart, which of course added to the stimulation I was
getting from her other hand. I started to feel weak in the legs and I struggled
to keep my balance as she continued her relentless petting. I could feel the
climax starting to rise within me, and I began to try and hump her hand by
thrusting my hips in and out. She must have noticed this because she started
to speed up her friction as well. Then it happened... just as I was about to
go over the edge, that bitch stopped!!!!! "NOOOOOOOO!" I screamed into my gag.
I kept thrusting to try and make the one or two strokes more that I needed, but
alas, I found myself humping the air. Her hand was nowhere to be found! This
was unbearable. I was so horny and so fucking wet that I wanted to cry from
frustration. I actually think I might have squeezed out a tear or two, but with
the blindfold on I couldn't be sure.
"Awwwww, it looks like you are high and dry yet again, my little slut. It
was a nice attempt though. I bet you are all nice and frustrated now too,
aren't you?" I nodded my head furiously. "I bet you want nothing more than for
me to do something to ease you desire to cum, don't you?" Once again, I nodded
my head in eager agreement, which of course, yanked my nipples. She leaned in
close to me, pressing her body against mine. I could smell her perfume and feel
the heat of her body as she leaned close to my ear and whispered into it. "I
think that can be arranged..." With that, I felt another sharp *SMACK* across
my backside with the riding crop. Yet again I made the mistake of jerking my
head up. Kirsten made a fast and fierce attack on my backside, landing blow
after blow in very short intervals. My body was as stiff as a board as I tensed
in my bonds. I didn't even have time to lower my head between blows, and
throughout the ordeal, my head was jerking my nipples all over the place.
"MMMMMMMMPHPHPH!!!!!" I screamed, but it only came out as a soft, muffled moan.
After about twenty fast strokes I collapsed into my bonds, absolutely exhausted.
Kirsten leaned back into my ear and whispered "Not thinking about that orgasm
anymore, are you?" She giggled playfully and I heard her walk away for a
minute, leaving me sagging and breathing heavily in my bonds.
She took off my blindfold and allowed me to have another drink of wine.
Once finished, she decided to switch back over to the ring gag and reattached it
securely to my head, burying the ring deep into my mouth. Then she untied the
end of the rope to allow me to lower my arms. She didn't retie me right away.
She let me move my arms and shake all of the stiffness out of them before
continuing. She had even let me take a couple of drags off of her cigarette
before putting the gag back into my mouth. For a minute, I actually thought she
was going to go a little easier on me now. Much to my disappointment (and
enjoyment :-), I quickly found out that she still had more in store for me.
Unlocking my hands once again (and again, no resistance!), she pulled them
behind me and put the lock back on. She took the same end of the rope that was
draped over the pipe that held my hands before and reattached it in the same
way, but this time my hands were behind my back. She removed the nipple clamps,
and I winced in my bonds at the rush of circulation back into my now tenderized
nipples. She aided this process by rubbing and pinching the feeling back into
them as well. Once satisfied, Kirsten once again grabbed the other end of the
rope and proceeded to pull my arms up. She went slowly, inching my arms up a
little bit at a time, which in turn, forced my body to bend over. I glanced
sideways and saw a huge grin on her face as she was obviously pleased with the
position my body was being forced into. Kirsten stopped and then tied off the
rope. "Well, this is interesting", I thought. My legs were still spread about
4-feet apart, and now I was bent over so that my head was down by my knees and
my ass was sticking straight and invitingly up in the air. I found that any
attempt to stand up brought a slight pain to my shoulders, and any attenpt to
kneel or sink down caused even more pain. "I guess I am supposed to stay in
this position", I thought.
Even though I was not as spread out in this position as in the previous one,
I felt like I was even more exposed. My ass was sticking up and out on display,
and I knew that my newly shaven pussy was wide open for Kirsten's inspection. I
shuddered in anticipation as to what Kirsten had in mind in order to require me
to be in such a vulnerable and "accessable" state.
"Boy, I bet you were wishing I was a man at this point". As she said this,
she pressed her pelvic area seductively up against my backside and made
thrusting motions with her body as if she was a man taking me from behind.
"Don't worry slave. I'll make things nice and interesting for you." I couldn't
see her face, but I could tell that she was thinking of something mischivious.
She rubbed her hands across my backside and traced the contours of my ass
with her finger. Her other hand dipped even lower and started playing with my
pussy. My God! her fingers felt so good! She teased me and toyed with me as I
stood there in my bent-over position. I rocked in my bonds to the best of my
ability in response to her touches. She must have known that I was really
getting into this because every once in awhile, she would insert a finger and
would compliment on how wet it was when she took it out. Kneeling down any
meeting my gaze from between my legs, she gave me that same wicked smile she had
given me before. "Are you ready for some REAL fun, slut?"
She began to start rummaging through our combined inventory of goodies. She
was off to the side of me and my hanging hair prevented me from seeing what she
was up to. After what seemed like ages, I saw her start to set objects down on
the floor one by one. First came the camera, shortly followed by one of my
vibrators. Then came the pair of nipple clamps with the bigger ends and the
wider jaws. (You can imagine the look on my face when I saw those!). Kirsten
then walked across the room to my closet once again and starting sorting through
the mess she had made. "Ah-Ha! I thought I remembered seeing these in there
somewhere!" She returned with the two, white strips of fabric that I had used
for most of my prior, "beginner bondage" scenarios. One I used as my blindfold.
It was maybe 7 inches wide and close to three feet in length. The other one was
smaller. Maybe three inches wide and also close to about the same length as the
first. I usually used this one as my gag, but have been known to use it for
tying from time to time. Both of these strips used to be part of an old,
flannel nightgown that I had decided to "salvage" before throwing away. Taking
the wider, first strip, Kirsten wrapped it around my torso as I had done with
the rope earlier. She pulled it tight and knotted it off around the small of my
back. Setting the other one aside, she continued to her previous work at hand.
Picking up the camera, she moved behind me and focused it on my esposed behind.
"Don't you think its cute the way girl's pussies look when they are bent over
like this? It just looks so damn inviting, no wonder men are obsessed about
doing it "doggystyle", hee hee. You've probably never seen one like that, you
being 100% "straight" and all, so I think I'll take a picture so you know what I
am talking about." With that said, Kirsten took a whole bunch of pictures of me
and my exposed backside.
Kirsten set down the camera and went into the bathroom. I heard her open my
little cabinet above the sink where I kept all of my makeup and such. Returning
to the room, she knelt down behind me again and held two bottles for me to see.
"Does Strawberry scented sound all right with you? It was either this or your
Cucumber-Melon lotion. She held up the bottle containing my favorite
moisturizer that I had gotten at my bath and beauty shoppe. Interested to see
what she would do with it, I nodded to tell her that it was acceptable.
"Excellent! I decided to give you a choice so you didn't think I was COMPLETELY
merciless." I saw between my legs and she picked up my brand-new, hot pink
vibrator. It actually had a pretty cool effect with the two blacklights in our
room turned on. The flourescent, jelly coating on it seemed to make it glow all
by itself.
She brought the toy up between my legs and ran it along my lips. I closed
my eyes and let my mind begin to wander. She turned it on LOW and held it
firmly against my clit, letting the vibrations surge through my lonely little
nub. I could feel my mouth, as well as other areas, begin to salivate at the
perversity and eroticism of this whole situation. I found that with the
ring-gag in my mouth I could not stop myself from drooling on the carpet.
Kirsten took the head of the phallus-shaped toy and pressed against the opening
to my longing and inviting hole. I tried to back up to get it inside of me, but
for every inch I managed to get, she pulled it an inch further away from me.
"You want this inside of you, don't you." she coaxed. "Uh-huh", I managed to
say through my gag. "You want this DEEP inside of you, don't you?" she
continued. Desperately eager to get release, I once again answered. "Uh-huh!"
"You want me to fuck you with this pink dick don't you, slut?"
I was breathing with so much anticipation, I couldn't even speak words
anymore. I shook my head in affirmation. "You want me to keep it inside of you
for a long time, don't you bitch?" Once again, I nodded. "You have done good
so far, so I will give you exactly what you want, slave."
Grabbing the moisturizer, she squeezed out a liberal amount onto her
fingers. She gently massaged the cool, slick substance all over my pussy,
making sure to rub it into every crevice and surrounding skin. She used slow,
smooth strokes; making sure to even give my clit a good deal of attention. I
moaned approval into my gag as she continued to try and get me off. She stopped
short of orgasm once more.
"If you want this inside of you so badly, then that is exactly what you
shall have." Picking up the moisturizer, she applied even more on her hand this
time as she did before. I flinched as she grabbed my ass cheeks with her other
hand and spread them apart. Kirsten then took her other hand that had the
moisturizer and rubbed it into my nether-region. Her slickened hand had
absolutely no trouble navigating its way around my ass given my current
position. The way my legs were spread made my cheeks seperate automatically, so
even my best attempt to clench them shut still left easy access to my back door.
I gasped as she intruded one of her greased fingers into my ass, burying it in
as far as it would go until her knuckle was bumping aginst my anus. Her strokes
started slowly as she began to slide her finger in and out. I was very confused
at what I was feeling right now. I had once thought about what it would be like
to have anal sex with a guy, but I never for a minute had ever expected to go
through with it. I found my feelings about it now to be those of embarrasment.
For Kirsten to invade such a "private" area of my body while I couldn't do
anything to stop her really highlighted her domination over me. This, of
course, made me excited. But I have never done anythng like this before, so I
was panicking in my bonds as well.
Kirsten paused, and then I could feel her add another finger to the
equation. She moved even slower this time, giving my muscles adequate time to
relax and adjust to this unknown practice. She buried the first two fingers of
her right hand in and held them there. WIth her left hand, she reached
underneath and inserted two fingers inside of my other exposed tunnel. She
wiggled her fingers around, which in turn caused me to wiggle as well. "Are you
having fun down there?" I gave her a moan for an answer which I think she
interpreted as a indicator to stop. Then I was proven wrong as she once again
picked up the hot-pink toy. She expelled a trail of lube down the length of its
7" inch shaft. She gave the toy a mocking hand job and brought it up to the
entrance to my puckered sphincter. "Oh my God! She wouldn't dare!!!!!"
She did....
Kirsten drove the length of the shaft roughly into my helpless ass, nearly
burying it up to the knob. I lunged forward and shifted all of the weight onto
my arms. I cried out in pain both from the intrusion, as well as from the jerk
of my shoulder blades as Kirsten continued to apply pressure to keep it deep in
my rectum. My ass seemed like it was on fire it hurt so bad. My muscles
instinctively contracted around the rubber cock in an attempt to prevent any
further advances. The lubrication made this task quite impossible though. The
vibrator's 1 3/4" diameter stretched my asshole farther then ever before. While
holding this new menace in place, she reached down and picked up the other
small, white strip of fabric.
"Hold that cock in place and enjoy every second of it you little slut. If
that thing hits the floor I will thoroughly beat you ass red, and then I will
put it back in even rougher than before."
I continue to clench on to the vibe despite my desire to expel it. Reaching
up underneath me, she tied off one end of the white strip to the front of my
torso rope. She pulled it tight and then fed it back between my legs. With her
other hand, she spread my pussy lips apart and i made sure that the strip made
its way deeply between them. She continued to pull upwards and fed it between
my back and the torso rope. With a strong tug, she cinched it up tightly and
tied it off, burying the phallus deep inside of me and holding it there tightly.
Picking up the other, large nipple clamps, I saw Kisten kneel down between my
spread legs. Grabbing one of my labia, she clamped the merciless jaws onto my
left lip, shortly followed by the right one. They didn't hurt right away, but
Kirsten began to tighten them down which caused me to moan my disapproaval
through my gag and twitch my body in slight pain.
"There, that should take your mind off of you ass for a little while. But,
I don't want you to forget about it completely, now." Kirsten reached up and
managed to turn the knob through the fabric to HIGH. I felt the vibe jump to
life as it began to do its work deep inside of me. My legs felt like jelly as
my tan, taught thighs began to quiver and shake in response to this new feeling.
"There, you should be all set for a little while. I'm going to go grab a
shower and relax for a bit. I was in such a rush when I got out of here to go
do all of my shopping that I didn't have time to get one earlier. Enjoy
yourself while I'm gone!"
I heard the door to the bathroom shut and then all was quiet. My mind was
in such a flurry at this point.
Kirsten had done so well in her teasing me that even now in her absense, I
still felt like I was on the peak of an orgasm. The vibrator, I thought, was a
very interesting touch. I could feel the vibrations in my pussy which kept me
in this state of arousal, but the vibrations were not direct enough to give me
the climax I so desperately needed. Pehaps the greatest stimulation I got was
more of a mental thing than a physical. I felt like a total slut. Kirsten was
using and abusing me, humiliating me, making me do things against my will as I
was bound and exposed to her every whim. I couldn't escape despite my best
efforts and I couldn't say "No" to anything and have it be taken in
consideration. The mere thought of all of this was making the white material
buried between my lips become soaked. This was truly an incredible experience.
After about a half-hour, the bathroom door opened and out emerged a
refreshed and energetic Kirsten.
"And how is my little slave doing? I hope you managed to keep yourself
entertained in my absence?" She walked back towards me to examine my situation.
She had dressed herself in her same "dominitrix" outfit consisting of a short,
viny mini-skirt and matching vinyl tube-top. She had reapplied her dark eye
makeup, but had left the shoes out of the equation this time. Her long, blonde
hair was worn back in a ponytail, and her long, strong legs seemed to go on
forever before disappearing under the mini-skirt. I looked up and matched her
gaze. Her bright green eyes glistened with mischief and confidence, and I
thought I even detected a bit of lust to her expression.
She poured herself another glass of wine and tossed the empty bottle into
the trash. Checking my bonds to make sure that I was still helpless, she gave a
quick tug here and there to demonstrate her authority over me. She even grabbed
at the dildo in my ass and gave it a few sideways jerks to get me to jump around
a bit. What she did next suprised me the most. Kirsten laid herself down on
the ground between my legs so that her pelvic area was beneath my face and she
was looking straight up at my clamped mound. She had pulled one of my pillows
down from my bed and had her head propped up in a rather relaxing position. She
continued to sip her wine and observe my situation. Occasionally, she would
reach up and pull down on the clamps which held my pussy prisoner in their
grasp. This hurt... ALOT! I think she enjoyed watching me try to squirm, so
she continued to do it over and over, laughing at each gasp of pain that escaped
my gagged mouth.
After keeping herself amused in this way which seemed to go on forever,
Kirsten, with one final tug on the clamps sat up and began her next phase.
First, she released the rope that kept my hands held high above my back and
allowed me to stand up; an act which had to be done extra slowly as to allow the
stiffness in my shoulders to work it's way out. She also removed the clamps
from my pussy lips and undid the ring gag which kept my mouth forced open in its
lewd position for so long.
"Now listen up, slut. I'm going to give you some mobile freedom here for
about 10 minutes or so before we begin the final phase of your lesson. Of
course, your hands will still be locked together, but I'll be nice and put them
in front of you. I mean, I can't run the risk of you trying to rebel against me
here when I'm so close to being done, can I? You are also not allowed to speak
whatsoever. The only reason I'm not gagging you is because I'm sure that you
would enjoy a cigarette before we move on. Your break will begin when I give
the word."
Kirsten re-locked my hands in front of me as promised, and she also removed
the large, pink vibrator from my ass and undid the white strips of fabric.
Kirsten looked up at the clock on our wall. "Okay, your break starts......
NOW."
The first thing I did was to go use the restroom. Without the hassle of
clothes, this took all but a minute total. I also got a small drink of water
from the sink to whetten my whistle a bit. Returning to candlelit room, Kirsten
had tidied it up completely with the exception of a small pile of her equipment
which I assumed was for the final phase of her little lesson plan. Having 8
minutes remaining of my break, I sat down to smoke a couple of cigarettes to
ease my nerves and relax me a bit. Every once in awhile I would look over at
her. She sat in our leather chair that we kept in the corner and looked
extremely smug and relaxed. She knew I was looking at her, as I intended for it
to be obvious. She just matched my gaze, and then would look up at the clock as
if pretending to be impatient. I watched the clock as well; the seconds
dragging by tick by tick. This was both good as well as bad. I was nervous
about what Kirsten had in store for me, so I was very hesitant. However, I was
anxious to see what she had in store for me, so I was also getting impatient. I
just decided to make it look like I wanted for my break to last so as not to
give Kirsten the satisfaction of knowing that I was enjoying her little game
immensely.
"Time's up!"
The timing was perfect, as I had just taken the last drag off of my second
cigarette and put it out.
"It is time to begin"
Kirsten walked over to me literally yanked me up out of my chair by my bound
hands. She quickly took the lock off that kept them together and roughly pulled
each arm behind my back where she quickly put the lock back on. Picking up a
length of rope, she quickly bound my elbows together to the point where they
were almost touching. This made my tits stick straight out, and as sore and
sensitive as they were from her earlier attacks, I silently prayed that she had
no intentions towards them.
Taking even more of the soft, black rope, she bound my ankles together
thoroughly and cinched the whole thing up ultra-snug. I couldn't figure out why
she didn't just lock the cuffs together like she did my wrists, but I guess it
wasn't important. It did the job just as well I suppose.
"Kneel bitch." Grabbing my shoulders, Kirsten forced me onto my knees,
almost making me fall over tied the way I was. Taking a final length of rope,
she tied wrists to my ankles; making sure that I had to choice but to stay on my
knees.
"Beautiful!", she exclaimed. You are now ready for your final lesson.
Standing in front of me, Kirsten gripped her tube top with both hands and
lifted it, with some effort, over her head and let her breasts fall free from
their constraint. Reaching down and behind with her right hand, she lowered the
zipper on the back of her skirt. With a few short shakes of her hips, the skirt
was down around her ankles and she stepped out of it and casually kicked it
away.
The first thing that caught my eye was that Kirsten was completely shaved
just as I was, although, I think she had done a much better job than I. There
was no trace that any hair had ever grown below her waist whatsoever. I would
have to ask her later how she accomplished this....
My attention quickly left Kirsten's shave job as I noticed something even
more suprising. There was a gold ring with a silver ball gripped in it hanging
seductively from the hood of her clit. It shimmered in the candlelight; almost
as if it were emitting a glow all it's own. It was the perfect compliment to
Kirsten's semi-brazen, flawless form.
She kneeled down in front of me, and with one hand, reached behind my head
and gently grabbed my ponytail. Holding my head firm as so I could not look
away, her deep, light green eyes gazed straight through me, almost as if she was
reading my mind or probing into my deepest feelings. My body began to tremble
and shake. It was subtle at first, but as she inched herself closer and closer,
and continued to gaze, unblinkinly, right into my eyes, the tremors became more
and more intense. All of my pent up frustration, my humiliation, my
embarrasment, my exhaustion; all of it was now starting to work it's way to the
surface. I was beginning to lose control over my body as I became more and more
swept up in this euphoria of emotions and sexuality. With one final movement
forward, our bodies were pressed together. I could feel her hard nipples as her
chest pressed against mine. She reached behind me with her other hand and
pulled me even closer to her. I could smell her perfume, as the sweet
fragarance ebbed into my nostrils and flooded my senses. I could not believe
the feelings going on within me. My lust and sexual frustration were so great,
I felt I would die right there bound as I was if she did not take me soon. A
tear welled up in my left eye, and with a blink, it began to roll down my cheek.
Kirsten leaned in and licked it away with her tongue. With a small shift of her
mouth sideways, our lips embraced passionately.
It started out tenderly enough, but within moments, Kirsten was probing the
back of my mouth with her tongue. For a reason I can't explain, my senses were
on high alert. Her breath smelled of honeyblossoms and strawberries. Her hair
like an early spring breeze. I could smell the musk of my own excitement
mingled with hers as our bodies were embraced as one. My mind began to swell
with all of the things I wanted to do to her if my hands were free. Needless to
say, these ideas were a shock to me more than anybody.
Kirsten leaned in towards my ear and whispered in the sexiest tone I had
ever heard: "Now my little slave... it is time for your final test. Do well and
you will be rewarded well..."
With that said, she slowly leaned backwards until she was flat on her back.
Still keeping her grip on my hair, she pulled me along with her. My kneeling
pose was now reduced to a very strict hogtie as Kirsten lowered my onto my
stomach; my face strategically place between her legs. I looked up at her face,
received a small nod and a smile, and realized what she wanted me to do.
Instinctively, I buried my face into her pussy. My tongue tingled as her
juiced literally flowed into my mouth. The taste was suprisingly awesome. I had
absolutely no idea what I was doing at the time, given that this was my first
real sexual experience with a girl. I had only my past experiences with my
boyfriends to know what felt good and what did not down there. Kirsten helped
me out a little as well; moaning when I did something right and tightening her
grip on hair with her right hand when I did something wrong. Things probably
would have been much easier if I had the usage of my hands, but I could tell
that that would not be happening. I trailed my tongue around her swollen lips,
every once in awhile darting it in and out as deeply as I could. Occasionally,
I would take her clit ring gently in my lips and give it a few light tugs. I
found that this did wonders for getting her magic little button to come out for
attention. When this happened, I dropped the ring and took her clit into my
mouth. I gently sucked on it until it barely passed my lips, and then I flicked
it lightly with my tongue. This drove Kirsten crazy, as she began to moan like
a porn star and writhe around on the floor like a slut.
With her thighs clenching my head tightly, I could feel the shivers in her
body as I continued to work. When I felt her grip on the back of my head begin
to tighten harshly, I knew that she was getting ready to cum. She arched her
hips upwards to bury my face further into her mound, and with one final moan,
she exploded into sexual bliss. I was worried that somebody might have heard us
she was so loud, but then I remembered that the dorm was empty except for the
two of us (I hoped!). This brought me crashing back to reality temporarily.
In the moments shortly after, she loosened her grip on my hair and her
breathing began to return to normal.
"Mmmmmm... that was wonderful, Jackie. Are you sure you have never done
this before?"
Embarassed at the realization of what I had just done, I managed a quick
shake of my head from between her legs.
"Well, needless to say, you could pass for a pro anyday. And the really
cool part is, if you are this good now, wait until you get more practice!"
I looked up and gave her a quizzical look at her last comment. She rolled
me over onto my side and slid down so that our heads were at the same level.
"Awwwww, c'mon now. That wasn't so bad, was it?"
I seriously thought about it for a second. It wasn't as bad as I had
thought it would be. In fact, I really enjoyed it alot. I was just still a bit
embarrased by it all. I mean, alot had happened that day. It had been a whole
day of firsts for me, and I was still taking it all in.
"I mean, you got some pleasure from it as well, didn't you?" Kirsten slid
her hand down my stomach to my exposed sex. Sliding two of her fingers inside
of me, I gasped at the sudden intrusion and closed my eyes to relish in the
wonderful sensations.
"You got the pleasure of finally experiencing what you have always wanted to
experience... being completely under someone else's control. To be made to do
the most outrageous of things, and to have the most outrageous of things done to
you. No safe words, no limits, no boundaries; a complete scenario entirely out
of your control. Isn't that what you always wanted?"
Kirsten sped up her finger movements, assaulting my G-spot with a
bombardment of pleasure. I began to wiggle and writhe under her manipulation.
"Yes it is"
""Yes?" Yes what?"
"Yes Mistress... this is what I've always wanted" I managed to utter weakly.
I spread my legs apart as much as my ankle-bindings would allow to give her
more freedom.
Taking this as an invitation, Kirsten lowered herself below my waist and
began to do her own tonguework on my little bud. Now THIS was a girl who knew
what she was doing. With two fingers still buried inside, she used her other
hand to expose my naked clit and embrace it with her mouth. Getting double the
stimulation, and considering the amount of teasing I had endured throughout the
evening, it was only a matter of seconds before I found myself on the threshold
of what was about to be the most powerful orgasm in my life. I began to moan
and moan as Kirsten worked harder and harder. As if she knew that one further
touch would send me into extasy, she withdrew her hand and ceased all
stimulation once again.
"NO! YOU PROMISED!"
"What do you mean? I'm not breaking any promises."
"You said that you would reward me if I, ummm, you know."
"Oh, you mean if you did a well enough job tongue-fucking me?" She replied
smugly.
"YES!" I was absolutely livid at this point.
"Well, you did do a pretty good job. But I wouldn't consider it a good
enough job to deserve an orgasm for. Like I said, you'll get better with
practice.
"C'mon Kirsten. This isn't fair. Finish what you started! PLEASE!
Grabbing my nipple and twisting harshly, Kirsten gave me an absolutely
sinister, yet playful look.
"You have forgotten yourself slave. You will refer to me as "Mistress" at
all times when you are under my control. Perhaps you need one final lesson....
Keeping her grip on my nipple, she made me wiggle and struggle my way under
the pipe in the middle of the room.
"Ok Kirs.. uh Mistress. Forget about the orgasm. I'm sorry. You don't
have to do anything."
"Oh, but I do slave. I have to do this, or else you will never learn."
Kirsten bent down and picked up the ball gag and shoved it into my mouth.
Marching her naked body over to the bag she had brought, she fished around
until she found what she was looking for. "Ah-Ha!" I was hoping I didn't leave
it in my car. She brought out a "Home Depot" bag that she dropped on the ground
with a curioiusly loud "CLINK" Picking up the bag and dumping it upside down,
out spilled about 13 or 14 feet of shiny, gold-colored chain. The links were
about 1 inch long and about a 1/2 inch thick.
"You wouldn't believe how much this stuff costs. I hope it is long enough
to accomplish what I want, or else I wouldn't want to be YOU when I get in a bad
mood."
Picking up the chain, she climbed up on top of my lofted bed as she had done
before with the rope. She draped one end of the chain over the pipe and,
producing a lock, locked the one end of the chain to the length on the other
side of the pipe hanging towards the ground. With the chain securely locked to
itself, she climbed back down the ladder to continue with me.
She pulled the dangling chain along the pipe so that it was right above me
in the middle of the room.
"Hmmmm, I don't know about this. If this works it won't be by much."
Propping me up onto my knees once again, I sat there in silence and curiosity as
she then went into the bathroom.
I looked up at the golden chain dangling a few feet above my head; silently
hoping that it was long enough so as to keep myself safe from Kirsten's wrath.
That girl did have a nasty temper, and if there was one thing in the world she
hated it was losing money.
Kirsten returned carrying one of our towel bars. It was the same type of
bar as the one she used from the closet, except this one was only about 2 1/2
feet in length. She moved behind me and I could feel her undoing all of the
rope from my ankles. Taking the rope to my desk, she opened the drawer and
withdrew my scissors and proceeded to cut a 3 foot length of the rope.
Threading the rope through the towel bar, there was about 6 inches dangling out
of each end. Forcing my ankles apart, she tied the rope to each of the rings on
my locked ankle cuffs. Now, no matter how hard I tried, my ankles and legs were
forced apart.
I couldn't believe that she could be this cruel.
Unlocking my wrists from behind my back, she once again brought them in
front of me and locked the rings on them together. I seriously contemplated
fighting her this time. After all, I was becoming desperate to get off here. I
was half tempted to try and rape her right then and there, but seeing as how
that towel bar kept my legs bound, I didn't have a chance. Going over to the
"Home Depot" bag, she next produced something that made me wonder. It was a
combination lock with a pink dial on it. It looked like one of those Master
locks that kids put on their lockers in high school. Nothing really special
about it. Kirsten took it out of the package and looked at the back of it to
get the combo. Once she had the lock opened, she peeled the sticker off of the
back and put it on a notecard that she took out of my top desk drawer. I also
saw her write a few things on the card, but I couldn't make out what it was from
where I was kneeling. Walking over to me, she gripped my hands and pulled them
over my head towards the awaiting chain. At first my hands didn't reach, but
Kirsten pulled my up so that I was stretched taught and the cuffs were able to
reach the last couple of links. Taking the combination lock, Kirsten threaded
it through the bottom link on the chain, and then once again through the rings
on my cuffs. With a final *CLICK*, I found myself kneeling with my hands bound
high above my head. Kirsten removed the other lock keeping my wrists together
so that the pink combination lock was the only lock keeping my hands secured.
Kirsten kneeled down so that she was once again facing me.
"Well sexy. I have to be getting home now. I wasn't as smart as you by
telling my parents that I wouldn't be home until late tomorrow, so they are
expecting me to be home by breakfast in the morning. Besides, its really late,
and I'm tired from dominating your cute little ass. But I hope you have fun
hanging here. After all, I do feel bad that I interrupted your little
self-bondage session earlier, so I thought it only fair to let you finish it
out... with a few changes of course. Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Kirsten pulled out a casual change of clothes consisting of blue jeans and a
sweater from her bag and started to get dressed. I began to panic terribly.
With my own scenario I knew that I would be able to get my keys eventually. But
a combination lock was keeping me in this position, and Kirsten was the only one
that had the combination... AND SHE WAS LEAVING!!!!!
I tried to thrash around in my bonds and plead with her to keep her from
leaving, but she only looked at me with that gaze of hers, smiling that smile in
a taunting manner.
She packed up her clothes and cleaned up the room. She went around and
turned off all of the blacklights, emptied the ashtrays, and blew out all of the
candles except for one which she placed right in front of me. She was even nice
enough to put my closet back in the order in which she found it... that bitch.
When all was set, she kneeled down and put her arm around me in a motherly
fashion.
"Don't worry, sexy. I'll be back in a few days. I'll tell my parents that
I need to come down here to meet with my academic advisor or something. It will
be okay. Oh, and I'll tell your parents that you needed to stay an extra day or
two to work on your scheduling for fall classes and stuff. It will be OK, you
have cool parents."
"A FEW DAYS?!?!?! She couldn't leave me here for a few days!!! What if I
have circulation trouble? What if the cleaning crew comes in to clean the
bathrooms while the students are supposed to be on break? Or even worse...
what if I need to USE the bathroom!?!?" I felt utterly defeated. I could feel
my cheeks get all warm as if I were about to cry.
"But don't worry my little slave. I've thought about it while I've been
getting ready to go, and I've decided to give you something to help ease your
mind and keep you focused."
Standing up, Kirsten walked behind me and I heard her rummaging through her
pile of goodies. Returning to me, she threw down the two pink vibrators, the
two white strips of fabric, the bottle of Cucumber-Melon moisturizer, and the
riding crop.
Kirsten took the thinner strip of white fabric and wrapped it snugly around
my torso and knotted it off in the back. Giving me a sly look, she picked up
the moisturizer and expelled a generous amount into her hand. Reaching behind
me, she slid her slickened hand between my ass cheeks and worked the lubricant
into my puckered hole. It wasn't as painful as it was the first time she did
this, but I could definitely tell that having objects inserted into my ass would
take alot of getting used to. Picking up one of the jelly-coated vibrators, she
squirted a trail of the moisturizer up and down the lenght a few times, and then
gave it another mock-hand job to spread it around.
"Get ready, slave. Here it comes."
I tried to squeeze my ass cheeks together and close my legs, but the
combination of the towel bar and the moisturizer in my nether regions would not
keep the vibe from it's mission as it found it's way deep into my ass for the
second time in a matter of hours. I gasped and yelled from under my gag at the
violation of my poor ass, and Kirsten made sure to keep her hand on it to keep
it in place until I could adjust to the vibrator's 1 1/2 inch circumferance.
Clench those cheeks together, slut. I'm going to take my hand away for a
minute, and that thing had better not hit the floor."
I nodded in submissive complaince
Picking up the other, wider white strip of flannel material, she knotted it
off on the torso strip by the small of my back with the other knot and let it
hang for a moment. She picked up the moisturizer once again and lubed up the
other vibrator in the same manner that she did the first one. Spreading my
pussy lips apart, she slowly guided the massive dong deep inside of me until I
could feel it reach it's physical barrier. She rammed it up and down a few
times to get my attention. The real irony is that I was still so aroused that
moisturizer probably wasn't even necessary.
Kneeling in front of me, she reached between my legs and pulled the white
strip upwards; burying the twin cocks deep inside of me. She looped it over the
torso rope in front and, making sure it was threaded properly and would serve
its intended purpose, she yanked it even tighter and knotted it off.
"There you go. You should be all set now. Oh, but before I leave, I just
want to give you one last reminder of our evening together."
Kirsten picked up the riding crop and moved behind me. With intense
ferocity, Kirsten layed down an assault of strategically placed blows on my
backside. Unlike my prior spankings, there was no teasing or pauses between
blows. Just *SMACK* after *SMACK* of leather against skin. She sometimes
alternated cheeks, sometimes not. She even brought the crop up and used them on
my tits occasioanlly.
I lost count around 30 or so, and that couldn't be any more than half of
what she ended up giving me. I screamed so loud that Kirsten had to cover my
ball-gagged mouth with her hand to reduce the noise. If there was anybody by
chance still on this floor or walking in the hallway, then they definitely heard
me. By the time she was done, beads of sweat had accumulated all over my body
and I was breathing extra-heavily. My entire body was limp and my thighs were
shaking as I dangled, exhasted, from the end of the gold-colored chain.
Kirsten wiped the drool that started to work its way out from around the
gag. My ass was glowing a bright red I was sure. If she had hit me any harder
than she did, there no doubt would have had some bruises or serious welts most
likely.
Kirsten let me recover as she packed up the rest of her things and put on
her coat. She took one last Polaroid and tossed the still-developing picture in
front of me.
Kneeling down to my level, she whispered into my
"I'll see you in a few days, slave. Don't you go anywhere..."
With that said, she reached down between my legs and somehow manipulated the
control knob through the fabric to the vibe in my pussy and cranked it up to
it's highest setting. My body sprang to life in an instant. Kirsten followed
suit with the vibrator in my ass and finished with a playful pat on my bottom.
"There you go. I hope you enjoy my generosity. I'm giving the slut just
what she wants."
She tossed all of the keys that she had on the chair, blew out the final
candle and headed for the door.
I didn't even see her go. I just kept my eyes closed and allowed the
sensations of the vibrator's to overcome me.
... Within moments I achieved the greatest orgasm that I had ever hoped to
have in my entire life.
There was bucking and moaning, intense shaking and shivering, and I'm not
sure because of the darkness, but I could have sworn that I blacked out at the
end of it. The fabric was no longer absorbing all of my love juices as I could
feel them begin to work their way down the inside of my thigh. I was one huge
sweaty, lusty mess.
After several more, each one becoming less and less powerful, I began to
come back to reality.
There I was. Naked except for four locked cuffs and collar, two large
vibrators buried deep inside of me, kneeling, my ass sticking out and my body
stretched taught to a chain above me. I was sweaty, my sex was literally
dripping, my ass was beaten bright red, I had just been sexually used and abused
by my bisexual roommate/friend from high school, and I would have to stay in
this position for a few days until I was released. I can't remember if I
started crying because of any one of those particular things, or if it was a
combination of all of them. I actually ended up crying myself to sleep that
night. I never imagined that I would be able to sleep in that position, but
somehow it happened. I must have been more exhausted then I thought. After
all, it was a pretty busy day.
I awoke to the first rays of ultra-bright, orange sunlight peeking over the
treeline across the quad and into one of the windows in the room. The light hit
me square in the face, and it took me awhile to wink away my sleepy eyes and
begin to see clearly. I thought of how long I would have to stay like this, and
I could feel tears start to well up in my eyes again. The batteries in the
vibes had died, and in a few more hours, I knew that they would start to become
uncomfortable. My body was stiff and sore from staying in the same position all
night, and even worse, I began to feel the first tingles in my hands as I could
tell that they were starting to fall asleep on me. My knees were holding up
pretty good due to the help of the ultra-plush carpeting, but I knew that that
would soon fade as well. I silently prayed that any second Kirsten would walk
through that door and yell "SUPRISE!!!", but it never happened. And that is
when I saw it...
"Well I'll be... that little bitch!" I thought. I actually started laughing
from behind my ball gag.
Lying there on the floor in front of me was a 3X5 notecard that Kirsten had
put the combination lock sticker on the night before. It read:
35 RIGHT
12 LEFT
35 RIGHT
Hello there cutie! You didn't think that I would leave you like that, did
you? I figured I would let you sweat for a little bit, and then when morning
came, you would figure everything out. I'm getting reading to leave you right
now and it's already like 3a.m or something, so you only have to wait like 4
more hours or something like that. Maybe 5, who knows. I'm debating right now
wether to whip your ass before I leave, and I think I will, so I hope you take
it in good spirits. LOL! I just wanted you to know that I had a wonderful time
last night, and I hope that I didn't go too hard on you. It was a night of
firsts for the both of us, so, if you're willing, who knows. We may just have
to practice some more! I hope you have a good morning, and I hope your ass is
feeling better by the time you wake! *grin* Give me a call as soon as you wake
up so I know that you escaped all right. If I don't hear from you by 11a.m.,
I'll drive back and be there by noon to let you out. Oh, and don't forget, my
parents want you over for meat loaf on Tuesday. Toodles!
Love,
Your New Mistress
Kirsten
After releasing my bonds, I picked up the Polaroid that Kirsten had taken
before she left and sat in the chair to have a cigarette. I felt all warm and
fuzzy inside. I never would have imagined that Kirsten would someday become my
Mistress. And yet, after last night, I can't imagine anyone else that I would
rather have as one. Realizing that all I was wearing was a smile, I decided to
pack up and head home.
"I'm going to like college" I thought to myself...
