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1st Time Domme Chpt 4
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1st Time Domme Chpt 4 1st Time Domme IV His lips looked chapped and bruised from the battering they had taken. His eyes were at least as glazed as those of his Mistress. Amazingly, she thought, he was an almost pasty white instead of a heated red in the face. It had to be the gagging that had caused it, overcoming his shame, to make him white. She watched as he gathered himself to comply with her latest command. His cock was still standing out stiff and proud. She watched amused as it bobbed and jerked in front of him as he crawled onto the bed and grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed. Then she saw something she had never seen before. By the time her slut had arranged the pillow and gotten into the position she had instructed him she wanted him, his erect member had shrunk back to a normal soft and flaccid cock. It was a marvel to her because she had never seen one shrink so fast, even after she had caused it to erupt. There could only be one answer. He was so nervous he couldn’t keep it up. It didn’t seem to matter her was getting ready for a sexual act he had told he had dreamed of for a long time. His nervousness about being invaded by the large cock he had strapped on to his Mistress was now a fast approaching reality, It was no longer a day dream he would jack off to while thinking about it happening. His body was stiff and he was slow to get his ass situated on the pillow. Reaching out she took another liberty a seasoned Dominatrix would have been proud of. She reached out and seized his tight sac firmly. Knowing it had his full attention she squeezed gently to emphasize her point. “Get those legs spread and your knees up slut. You know you need this. A like you always wants a nice cock. Now be a good slut and get that ass opened up for me.” She held firmly keeping a steady pressure until he had his legs spread and in the air giving her a clear view of his shaved puckered opening. It looked so tight and small she wondered if it would open enough to handle the large strap on. The videos she had watched had all been seasoned actors, or at least they weren’t virgins at this. The word virgin stayed in the forefront of her mind as she absently played with her new balls, jostling them with her fingers. Finally what was nagging her came into clear focus. A series of pictures, a fond remembrance of her first time flashed before her eyes. She had been a nervous schoolgirl and had fallen to the clutches of an older man. She was seventeen and he was eighteen. She had wanted it so bad and had been so nervous she didn’t think she could go through with it. She remembered the calming words and the gentle touch of her first lover. Smiling at both the memory and the idea of how to proceed with it had given her; she looked down at the timorous face of her slave. The smile evaporated. Her grip on his miniature melons became soft and she lightly stroked the sensitive underside with her finger tips. She was rewarded by a twitching in the staff above them. Her plan involved several different elements. She wanted to ease his fears, not entirely, just enough so he would accept the assault without balking. His emotions needed to be put in overdrive, feeling the shame, pain, pleasure and sexual desire all mixed together until he was helpless to do anything but accept his fate, in fact yearn for it. His member was now semi erect. Twitching almost in time with her stroking fingers on his balls, as it grew slowly up his abdomen, his needs were starting to overpower his nervousness. “That’s a good slut. Open up that ass for me. Make Mistress happy and be a good little for me. You know I really want this and I think you do too.” She was cooing silkily, using her feminine wiles to both put him at ease and make him want to obey her. Another thought came to he and she finished by saying, “Stay right here my sweet little slut I’ll be right back.” She turned away and felt an unusual weight swing in front of her. Automatically she put her hand around her own bobbing cock. Her smile was from the recent sight of her slave’s real cock doing the same thing. It made her wonder how men kept their balance all the time, without walking around holding their dicks. She chuckled at the thought sliding off the bed to get what she wanted. The short trip to the table was done holding her new accessory firmly. Once there she looked around and saw what she had noticed earlier and had decided would be good to use now. A string of anal beads lay there. They were not very big. The small end might have been an inch in diameter. The black plastic balls were on a string of plastic just slightly smaller than the first bead. The beads were about an inch apart and grew a little with each progressive bead. There were ten beads on the string, making it just over a foot long. The final bead was maybe a tad over an inch and a half in diameter. She used her free left hand and picked up the toy. With both hands occupied she hurried back to her spread open, thigh trembling slave. He had not moved, at least not more than his shaking made his ass cheeks squirm deeper into the pillow. His white knuckled hands were behind his knees and his chest rose and fell rapidly. His face was dark red from shame and fear. His eyes screwed shut, pinching his brow and furrowing the top of his nose. His lips were set in a thin straight line as he fretfully waited for his deflowering. She saw a tiny flinch and a big swallow when he felt her climb onto the bottom of the bed. The tube of lube was till there almost exactly where she had laid it before. Picking up the tube she flipped open the cap and holding it upside-down squeezed the middle of the tube squirting some lube on the first few beads. She held the anal bead string so the sticky fluid would drip down onto the bigger beads and turned her attention to her target. She again held the tube upside-down and squeezed it. The lube came squirting out the end and landed smack where she had aimed, just above his puckered star in the center of his ass. Her slave jerked when the cold wetness made contact so close to the place where she would take a big part of his manhood from him. She said, “Hold still, bitch, unless you want dry fucked.” Not giving him time to think or respond, she positioned herself between his upraised and spread knees and put the end bead right where the lube was. Working with up and down strokes she spread the lube over his rear opening, pressing a little harder at it every time she ran the bead over it. After a few minutes she could feel the smallest bead was ready to break through the barrier of resistance. The next time she brought it over his hole she changed the angle a bit and pressed. The bead disappeared inside him. There was a tiny whimper and an even smaller flinch as he was invaded for the first time. She glanced up and saw he was holding his breath and his lips were pursed tightly together. The furrow in his brow appeared as if it may draw his face into a permanent scowl. She knew it was more shame the pain, the bead wasn’t very big. So, she wiggled it around a bit and slowly forced the second bead inside him. “That’s not so bad now is it?” her tone was mocking and she slid another bead in as she finished taunting him. She worked the beads around and soon another popped in. Moving her eyes back and forth between her actions and his face, to be sure she wasn’t going too fast, she worked more of the beads into his ass. The change in her toy was something she had not anticipated as being such an arousing sight. His body was taunt, the large muscles on the backs of his thighs quivering. The knuckles of his fingers, holding his knees up were white from the pressure they were applying. His chest rose and fell in short spurts and he made tiny sounds with every exhale, sounding somewhere between a crying moan and a whistle. His face was turned to the side in shame, redder from the pressure building inside him. His manhood had returned to flaccid and lay on his abdomen like a dead fish. His suffering discomfort and disgrace to please her made her hot. It was that simple. She hadn’t known until this very instance she had something of such a nature inside her. She liked the feeling of power. She liked being the object of worship. She liked being obeyed and being able to do anything she pleased. Smiling at the realization she pushed two more beads inside her slave and watched as he reacted, just for the amusement. If her count was correct there were now half a dozen beads inside his ass. She double checked, not wanting to go too far. There were ten beads on the string and three left outside. So, she hadn’t miscounted in her zeal. Figuring the beads squished the stems between them together as they moved up the tight tunnel, would mean he was filled at least six inches. She could tell by the squirming and whimpering he was feeling the discomfort of being pierced and filled for the first time. “Quit whining sissy. You better get used to it. This is just a warm up for the real thing.” She wiggled her wrist and inadvertently pushed another bead inside him. She had been watching his face and felt it go. Keeping her expression neutral as she watched and was pleased when her bit his lip to stifle a moan. He did wiggle his hips in reaction, giving her an opening she didn’t miss. “See you can’t hide how bad you want it. Just look at you such a ; you’re wiggling your ass for more.” It had been an eye catching sight to watch the beads work their way inside his puckered opening. Each one going from a full circle, meeting resistance, at the entrance and passing through the different phases of the moon going from full to half Once a little over half the moon was dark, so to speak, the rest just slid inside with minimal resistance. As the beads grew his opening stretched and she marveled at the uniqueness of another aspect of domination she hadn’t expected to be so enticing. Playing with the beads, moving her wrist this way and that, made her slave react. His muffled moans and body tremors amused her. It was a sign she was doing what she wanted, preparing her slave for her cock. Just to see what it looked like and deeming she had inserted an adequate number of beads to serve her aims, she slowly pulled the last bead in back out. It was as interesting as watching them go in. The wrinkled ring of his anus had stretched to allow the beads to enter and then retracted around the plastic stem between the beads. Coming out it stretched wide again to allow the beads to exit and extended outward as the front half of the full moon began to escape the tiny opening. An odd thing, in her view, was the action had caused her slave to go entirely still. He lay there panting the small breaths of misery his body rigid and jaw clenched. ‘Hum’ she thought, ’interesting, it must feel different on the way out.’ Her smile returned, ‘Of course it did. Didn’t she know that first hand, from personal experience? Cocks felt different going in and pulling out why not beads?’ She chuckled and pushed it back inside him. This was fun. She amused herself pushing and pulling on the anal beads. Watching them slid in and pop out of his, now less, puckered opening made her want to get to the main event all the more. The resistance had lessened. The beads moved through his ass hole with ease now. Her slave had mostly ceased his quivering and his low moans were now silent. Her judgment told her she had been successful in beginning to stretch his back opening out. His virgin hole was ready for another stage. It was time for her to finally find out what a pitcher, rather than a catcher, felt like. Her heart beat increased and she felt the stirring of the sexual butterflies in her stomach. With renewed vigor that had never really subsided since the first lick of his tongue she pulled the beads out one by one. She was slow for the first couple, watching his bunghole undulate. As the beads became smaller his newly broadened cavity let them out easily. Her impatience won over her wanting to savor every second of each new experience. She ripped the last remaining beads out in a quick short jerk. To her surprise there was a tiny whimper from her slave as he was emptied so suddenly. She made a mental note to remember the results of her actions for future torments. Flinging the string of beads aside, she didn’t have to worry about cleaning up after another perk of power; she picked up the lube tube. She opened the flip top and grabbed her cock near the base with her right hand. Turning it upside down and holding over her new extension she squirted some over the bulbous head. Flipping the cap back on the tube it followed the anal beads over the side of the bed to the floor. Holding her cock firmly she shuffled forward on her knees toward her objective. Her heart was pounding. Her face, neck and upper chest flushed with her heat. She felt almost as nervous as she had on that fateful day when she was the inexperienced schoolgirl. It was the combination of her inexperience with her cock, her tunnel vision on her target and the high-speed rising of her ardor that caused her a small mishap. She had forgotten the wire going to the control box, attached to the base of her strap on. Her left knee had landed on it and when she moved forward it pulled the wire, drawing it tight. On her next shuffle forward it pulled on the base, trying to pull her cock to her left. What happened was the snap on the strap around her right upper thigh came undone. A minor problem that irked her immensely, making her cease to move ahead. Growling angrily she stopped and had to go into a little contortion. She leaned forward at the waist and grabbed the loose elastic strap in her left hand. Threading it through her crotch she reached around her side with her right and transferred the strap to that hand. Straightening her torso she put her now empty left hand under the right side of the base to steady it. As quick as she could she had the snap back where it belonged. In another instant she had lifted her left knee, reached out with her left and picked up the control box, flipping the lead wire out of the way. Regaining control of the base of her cock with her right hand she continued to move to her slave’s upturn ass. She stopped when the tip of the head of her cock touched her bull’s eye ring of his ass. The instant contact was made she saw him jerk in surprise and fear. It brought back the smile of anticipation that had disappeared when she had to fix her appendage. “Come on now slut, you know you want my cock. You need it. Tell me how much you want my big cock. Make me want to fuck your worthless ass, bitch.” The echo of the mocking in her voice was cut short by the peal of her scornful laugh. She was so excited she was trembling. The timid reply made her rise a few more degrees.”P-P-Please Mistress, I-I want y-your big cock.” Tightening her grip on her out of balance member she began to rotate her hips rubbing the head against his opening. “You can do better than that. Tell me how a like you deserves to have their ass pounded.” She increased the tempo of her hips and the pressure she was placing on his virginal opening. “Please Mistress; your needs your cock. Please give your slave your big cock.” He had managed not to stutter. Though there was not iron in his voice the whining was less evident. He hadn’t managed the courage to open his eyes and his body was still tense. She could tell he was going through an inner struggle. Fighting the last shreds of resistance his inner voice was whispering in his ear. Right at the threshold he was ripe for the taking. “That’s right, you need it don’t you? Get ready I’m gonna fuck you like the you are. You are going to learn to love having your ass filled with big cock. Look at me, bitch.” She wanted to see his face when she penetrated him for the first time. There was a delay of a couple seconds before he opened his eyes. The pleading defeated look in them told her everything she needed to know. He was going to lay there and accept being violated. They had talked often of this moment. She had thought about it many times, some of them ending with her opening the bottom drawer of her night stand. With the actual moment at hand she felt the tenseness from her pent up desire to fulfill a fantasy roaring to the surface. It made her almost ache with the need to see if it was as exciting and satisfying as it had appeared in the videos she had watched. Locking eyes with him she ran her hand a little more than up the shaft, leaving a couple inches sticking out to do the initial penetration. Glancing away long enough to be sure she was dead on target, she returned her mesmerizing stare back to the round apprehensive eyes of her slave. With a feeling not unlike reaching the top of the first hill on a roller coaster her stomach flip flopped a she began to press her hips forward. This was really it. The last chance either had to stop this before it started. He had begged her to not listen should he balk at this point, in there chats, but she knew if he cried for her to stop she would. She felt the same resistance she had with the beads. If she hadn’t taken the time to learn a little about this she would not have known about loosening him up. If she hadn’t done that, she realized, it would be very hard to get the head of the large fake cock past the ring of resistance. On top of that it may well have been such a painful shock he would have immediately called for a halt. To say she was surprised when, with what seemed like much less effort, the barrier gave way and the head pushed inside him. Not looking at her cock she knew the exact moment she took his virginity by everything else that happened. The first two things happened simultaneously. She felt the fake cock attached to her crotch slide inside her slave and she saw his face. His eyes shut then opened wide and round. His mouth changed from a set straight line to an oval. It was the face of distress and discomfort. A sight she thoroughly enjoyed, to her surprise. His body stayed stiff and he turned his head to the side in shame unable to keep his eyes locked with the soul piercing eyes of his Mistress. Once eye contact was broken she decided to go easy on him for his disobedience of looking away. There would be time later to humiliate him. She changed her gaze, looking downward. The head of her cock and perhaps another half inch was in her slave. It was something she had never witnessed, at least from this angle. She could feel the tightness of his virginal tract pressing in and trying to reject the invader. Another interesting aspect of the strap on entering her slave’s tight ass was the pressure on the rubber dong snuggled the base up to her sopped and pulsing pussy. The small ridges and bumps on the butterfly end began to rub her clit in arousing ways. She gasped at the unexpected benefit. She had seen the butt end of the strap on and knew what it was supposed to do to her; this was far beyond what she had expected. Slowly she pushed her hips toward his ass a fraction of an inch at a time. She watched the strap on get shorter as more of it entered what had been maiden hole. She could see the rapid rising and falling of her slave’s chest and looked up at his face. As the dildo went deeper he tensed more, his eyes shut tightly and his mouth a misshapen grimace. Pressing on she watched the fake cock to be sure she didn’t go too far. Being his first time she didn’t want to bury the oversized cock and cause him to not want more or worse want to quit entirely. Carefully she pushed until she thought she had a good six inches inside him. She stopped, holding in place. “Now that isn’t so bad is it slut? You are going to learn to love having your ass filled. Tell me how much you like it.” She was staring daggers at him trying to get him to look at her as he answered. “P-please Mistress it’s too big.” The reply came in a hurried and high voice. He didn’t look at her as he spoke. “It isn’t too big, shut up bitch. You love it. A sissy like you needs to be trained to take it like a real . Now, take my cock.” She looked back at the intersection of his ass and her fake cock. With deliberate care she pulled her hips back until only the head remained I n her slave. Waiting a couple seconds and looking down at her dismal servant, she pushed her hips forward. The second stroke of her cock into her slave’s ass was not the slow series of tiny advances. It wasn’t the hard furious thrust of her hips she had dreamt of for a month, but it was a start. Glancing down to be sure she didn’t go too deep she stopped just as her sissy moaned and jerked under her. Paying no heed to the grunts and moans coming from her toy she withdrew her cock again, leaving only the head in his ass. She started a steady thrusting of her hips pushing her big cock in and pulling it back out of her slut. She was gentle like she remembered her first time had started, but that was another story and quite possibly one of the reasons she was here today. It was an amazing thing to see and feel as the cock grew and then shrunk depending on where her hips were. She was soon panting almost as loudly as her sissy grunted to each stroke. After a couple minutes of steady fucking it seemed to her there was hardly any resistance left from the virginal hole. She increased her tempo and thrust her hips a little harder. There were two big changes because of her actions. Her slave began to moan pitifully with each inward thrust and exhale loudly with every withdrawal. His head went from side to side and his legs began to shake at her sides. She was aware of these changes, but they were secondary. The big thing, as far as she was concerned, was the harder rubbing of the bumpy butterfly end of the strap on caused by her stepped rhythm on her throbbing clit and sopping lower lips. His red contorted face let her know he was in his own never-never land between sexual arousal and pain. There was a combination of disgrace, pain, and pleasure in his grunts and moans. It wasn’t unlike a woman experiencing penetration for the first time. Initially it was frightening and painful but things soon changed, if she had the right partner. It was her intention to be the right partner. She was measuring her pace, keeping a steady slow stroke of her cock in and out, in and out. The steadiness had an effect on her. The rubber rubbing her most sensitive place was stoking her fires. Her face was nearly as red as her slave’s. She was finding out being a pitcher was work, but worth the exertion. With the sounds of sex filling the room, she raised her left hand with the intention of placing it on his calf. She feared he was weakening under her assault and wouldn’t be able to keep his legs in the air. The forgotten control box was in that hand. She looked at it, never breaking the pace of her bucking hips. Her wicked Dominatrix smile returned, somewhat shortened by her rapid breathing. Holding the box up in front of her where he could see it if he opened his eyes, she pushed the button on one side of the box. She didn’t know which side of the control box was for the strap on cock and which was for the butterfly end, having never used either before. As luck would have it she had activated the vibrator on the butterfly end of the device. The vibrations hit her immediately. Being so aroused it made her let out a shout of surprise and pleasure. Her hips went into overdrive. The pace of her assault went from moderate to a near pounding as she was being jolted by thrill after thrill to her clit. The swinging of her hips would have made the porn star with the biggest cock proud. Lost in the throes of delight she looked down and saw his manhood was semi erect and flopping in time to her thrusts. Her slave was grunting aloud with every thrust of her cock. He was whimpering and tossing his head from side to side as he desperately tried to endure the battering his Mistress was giving him. His body undulating under her as he experienced what catching was like for the first time. She retained a thin string to reality and did not slam him as hard as she had seen done in videos. She did, however go deeper as the strength of her offensive grew with her fervor. Sending her slave into a sobbing hiccup like series of moans, she heard, ‘Uh, oh, uh no, oh no, please no’ coming from below her. They weren’t the cries of someone who really wanted things to cease. They were becoming the sounds of resigned acceptance. The twin propellants of the rubbing and the vibrations on her clit put her on a light speed path to ecstasy. Not unlike the face she had seen on her slut, she screwed her eyes shut and twisted her lips into a grimace. Her tense body quivered with new yearning. She seemed to be so alive sensing everything and yet in a dream where everything was in slow motion. She could hear the suction created by the vigorous movement of her hips. Breathing like a boxer between rounds, lips pursed and cheeks going in and out, puffing rapidly she neared the peak. She had quickly found the secret of the right motion and rhythm of using her hips to control her thrusting cock. A new experience, but similar to thrusting her hips when she was fucking normally, she found if she changed her angle just a tad, pushing upward at the deepest penetration it made the knobs of the butterfly end press harder on her clit. She added an extra little push to the end of each thrust. He slave moaned louder. She was gone. Lost in that special place where there is no time, no troubles, nothing but the all encompassing contortions and jolts of pure pleasure. She opened her eyes wide as the rush overtook her. Her body went stiff as she shivered violently. The hardest shove of her hips yet buried the strap on in her slave and almost lifting his ass off the pillow. He wailed under her, pinned and near to helpless as she thrashed over him. She had thought her first two orgasms were at least on a par with any she could have with a giant cock. Now she was the one using a giant cock and she was having an orgasm that topped them both. She screamed the animal scream of a creature at the very pinnacle of bliss. Her body rocked by wave after wave she couldn’t do anything but shake and shiver. She was in a place few women knew and those who did always wanted more. It was so mind numbing, stomach emptying and body wracking if she hadn’t been rendered unable to propel her hips back and forth she may well have passed out. She came close as it was. Weakened and spent she fell forward. Her hard nipples landing on his chest, she spread her weight out over him, pinning him under her. Her fake cock still partway inside her slave she laid there panting, their sweaty bodies melding. Her slave felt her weight on him. He also felt her hard nipples moving on his chest as she gasped for air. At any other time in his life he would have yearned to touch them. Now, his ass felt as if it had been reamed out and it had. It left him feeling hollow and less of a man. The cock still a couple inches inside him another reminder his body was not his anymore. He was hers to do with as she chose. Lying there feeling like a newly busted and a slut who had just been gang banged, he would await his Mistress’s next demand. She sighed contently on top of him. |
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