I am Saran, a… No! This is not the right way of starting a smut, I guess (though it will be most of the case, I suppose). The more important thing that I need to tell is my current situation. I am tied up with all my hands and feet secured to the bedposts, naked, and I am waiting for something that even I myself don’t know.
My mistress has went out of the room for a few “preparation”, and has instructed me to be prepared for what’s to come. I am not sure what exactly to expect, but I al least know it’s going to get rough.
From Girlfriend to Mistress
I met Tina in an online dating app. On such dating app, most of the girls are there for hookup or to play around and I was totally aware of that. I had the same plan too. But the bitter truth was, deep in my mind, I was in search of a long term relationship also. Here I should say that I am a 19 year old boy, with not a very decent figure (at least not a figure that’s Instagrammable).
On the first two weeks, I carefully updated my profile on the application, because it said that only the complete profile will get more matches. But after that, I realized that not a complete profile, but a sexy profile is more attracted by the women. Mine was not. So I gave up on my plans and focused on something else when, one day, Tina liked my profile.
We first talked in the chatroom of the app and then shared our Instagram IDs, and at last, on one day, we met. I brought her some roses that was in our garden. Before going to date, she asked me if I was a strong boy or not. I have no idea why she asked me that.
After a few chit chats, we were ready to get up and go for our home, when she suddenly dropped the plan. “Do you love me?” It was a fucking awkward question, because it was the person who falls in love approach first. Yes I was in love but it was still awkward. I gulped the awkwardness and spoke out that I did so. I did love her. I do, in fact. Then she told me that many of the boys have approached her, and she do not want to give a shit to the boys who aren’t “her type” in the bed.
I knew exactly what she was talking about, and I agreed to spend a night in her place. It asked her to come to my house but she declined, saying that she had all the arrangements ready in her house. We set off.
The Building Up
The scene I found myself in the beginning of this story was our first session. I should focus on the “action” more from now on. After reaching her house, she told me to undress immediately. I was a bit confused at first because not a lady instructs to do that kind of things, to an almost unknown person. However, the ambience of her house was alluring and I did not hesitate too much in getting naked.
– “On your knees.”
As I went to my knees, she started her lecture: “Look Saran. I am a dominant girl. If we go in a relationship we shall be like other BF-GF in public. But in private, you will be my sex slave.”
– “Okay.” I nodded and a slap came down on my right cheek.
– “Did you forget who am I to you?”
– “Sorry, ma’am.”
– “Hmm. You’re a quick learner. Now come in my bedroom.” She led me there. “Bend, cutie!” She ordered in a giggly tone. I was in thought of something sweet to come when she spanked my ass hard. Again! And again! I was in doggy pose on her bed and she spanked my ass for 8-10 times. I have never felt like this before. I was pretty hard by the time, when she ordered me to lay down on the bed. I did and she tied me up in the mentioned position. She told me to wait, while she gets prepared.
Training Starts
Mistress (I will be referring to Tina as “mistress” from now on) came back after a couple of minutes. She was dressed in a red latex bra and panty and had a whip in her hand. Seeing her in this look, my rock-hard throbbing dick declared its frustration clearly. I tried to grab my dick but it was not possible for the obvious reason. Mistress’ voice ordered: open your mouth wide, slave. I opened. Mistress run the whip lash on my mouth slowly, making sure it is covered with spit before coming on my body. I was so afraid that I closed my eyes anticipating the upcoming pain that I cannot escape. One second! Two second! Three second! Nothing happened. I opened my eyes a bit to catch up when she whipped. She was waiting for me to stare. It stung me like a cane stick. It had hit me on the thighs. I gasped.
“Shut up!” Mistress said. I obeyed. The whip had come down on my body at least 4-5 times more, making me almost cry, before my mistress decide to test my endurance level. I wasn’t clear about what exactly she was going to do, but I started to enjoy this painful session already. Precum was oozing out from the tip of my cock. Mistress took a drop in her hand. The sloppy fluid drooled. Without any further word she pushed that finger in my mouth. As I was helpless I could not put any resistance.
Then she slapped my dick! A hard, rough slap. It was at the right side of my shaft where the attack has been launched. I shivered in shock. The next moment I remember is another slap. This time from the left side. But the most painful was the top one when for the first time I spoke up, “Ahh mistress it hurts so bad.” Immediately another slap came, in the same manner, they only difference was the intensity. It was way harder than the previous one and I cried “I beg you mistress! Please stop!”
She spun around, and the only thing that I could see now was her back. The red leather hardly covered any part of her slim back. She then started to straddle me. All I could do at that time was to taste the latex panty that she had worn. She sat on my face. She was not that heavy, yet I found myself unable to breathe. She did it intentionally. After almost 15 seconds I started to shake for air. She did not move a bit. Instead, a hard slap came down my hard cock. Then she showed her kindness to lift up a bit and let me breathe. “Poor slave,” she said, “Was it too harsh for you?” I knew my answer does not matter. Still I said “Yes, mistress.” She laughed as if she knew everything (which eventually is true) and told me that I was now worthy of a “reward”.
By this time, I don’t fucking know why but I was enjoying her dominance over me. I had seen some femdom stuffs, but that was not something I do watch in porn regularly. To my own surprise, I did not know that I was a submissive until she put me in this situation. And because of this, I could not help thanking her. I was thinking about the reward she had mentioned. I was expecting (and wanting) it to be rough.
So was it.
She gave a couple of options, and told me to choose one as the reward.
The Reward
As I chose one of the options she had mentioned, she got prepared to do the same. She took off all her clothes, and straddled on my chest. I could see the back of her, and could feel her wet pussy juices rubbing on my chest. She then hopped on my face, positioning her pussy on my mouth. I opened my mouth and stretched my tongue in her pussy. It tasted great. She gave my cock a playful slap and spun. Now, as I opened my eyes, I could see her sexy medium sized titties from the bottom. As we met our eyes, she grabbed my hair tight and shove my mouth in her hairy pussy. I wasted no time and started to lick it, and savour it. Then she went up a bit, disconnecting my face and her pussy, and sat on my face with her asshole touching my mouth, I felt very nasty. But I was helpless. I did not open my mouth this time. She said, “It is a good treat for a slave. Moreover, a slave should learn to be nasty.”
Without further words, I opened my mouth and slid my tongue in her asshole. I was feeling extremely nasty, but somewhere I felt I was enjoying this. After eating my mistress’ ass for 3-4 minutes straight, she got up, and kissed me. For the first time, I was getting treated a bit softly. “I love you… mistress,” I murmured. She smiled, “No boy has come up this far, cutie. It’s time to take a break. Then we shall continue.” I agreed, and she untied me.
I also told that it was the first time I am getting treated like this, and I enjoy this. She grabbed my cock firmly, and stroked it carefully. “Was I too rough on you, honey?” She asked. I said that I enjoy that roughness. She smirked and said “You a naughty boy 😏.” Then we hugged and cuddled and kissed each other for 5 minutes. Then I said, I think it’s enough rest for me. She said, “Are you sure? I am going to be way more rough on you this time.” I smiled and hugged her, then got ready.
The Torture
“Bend, cutie!” She ordered; I obeyed. I was in doggy position now. The way in a vanilla sex the male grabs the female’s boobs, the same way my mistress grabbed my chest area. Then, without a further warning, she pinched my nipples. Hard. Way too hard. I gasped in pain. “It’s alright, boy,” She assured me, and increased the intensity of the pinch. I could not take anymore and placed my hand on hers. I wish had not.
The next moment she flipped me, and I was facing up. She spread my legs up and wide so that she gets a clear view of my asshole. She slapped my dick way too hard and announced: “You will be punished for touching me, slave,” I felt ropes were being tied around my cock. I could merely watch as she tied the base of my cock and let some extra rope hang loose, so that she could tug on them. She suddenly gave it a tug and I groaned in pain.
“Slave does not need to move.” She secured my hands. “Slave should know his position.” She put a BDSM collar around my neck. “Slave must be shut up.” She put a ball gag in my mouth and secured it tightly.
She slapped me in the face a couple of times. Then she said that I look so dry, and spat on my face. Her saliva was drooling down my cheeks, my chin. She smeared it all over my face. Then she started to pinch my nipples again. Hard. I was trying to scream, or at least groan in pain; but because of the ball gag, all that came out was a moan.
With my moan going pathetic each second, she decided to try something new. She spat on her own hand, and lubed up my asshole with her spit. Then within a moment, she thrusted one of her fingers in my asshole. I leaped on that tied up condition in pain, and moan came out of my mouth, “Mmmmmmmhhhhhhhhh!!!!”
She took no notice of my suffering and started to put the finger in and out. First in a slow pace, but later on, she increased the pace, and my pain. Then she spat again, and told “Get ready my boy.” I could sense what was coming, so I closed my eyes, and relaxed my asshole. She slid in two fingers. I moaned again. Now she did not look so much gentle in getting the pace, causing me to moan like a slut. “Mmmmhmm!! Mmmmmhhh!! Hmmhmmmmhhh!!”
She felt I started to enjoy it. She said, “Ready for another one, hun?” I nodded. I had no other option also. She spat on them and put in. I tried to gasp, but again ended up in a moan. This time she took time, but the pain was too intense that along with moaning, I started to cry. She knew I would cry, so she was ready with her spit; because if my tears wash off her spit from my face, it should be there immediately. And she did so. Then she asked if I was comfortable with the fourth one in my ass. I nodded horizontally heavily, trying to say a “No.” She observed it, and replied, “I knew you would agree, hun.”
Then she lubed them up with spit and shoved those fingers in my anal cavity. I screamed through the ball gag. “Aarrghhhhhh!!! Mmhhhhhhhhmmmmaaah!!!” Tears rolled down my eyes, and my mistress continued to wreck my asshole. Then she took her fingers out, and pushed a pretty big butt plug inside. “That’s gonna stary there from now on.” She declared.
The Locking up
After I started to sob helplessly on her bed, she untied my ball gag and tugged on the rope of the dick. “Ahhh mistress!” I said, “I want to cum.” Hearing this, she started to slap my dick hard. So hard that I stared to cry like a baby. Each slap intensified the previous. I was still rock hard. She stretched her hand at a drawer and brought something out. I could not notice what that was, because she given a tug on the rope again.
After a couple of slaps more, she inserted a few pillow under my back. My abdomen raised, and then she started to stroke my cock. Fast. Faster. Hard. Harder. Rough. Rougher. I felt the twitch of the cock when she took off her hands. I cried “Fuck!!! You cruel mistress.” She slapped me for my unwanted behaviour and edged me once more. The next time she did not stop in the edge of cumming, but in the middle of it!
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh haaaaaaa arghhhhhhh!!!” I could feel the spouts of cum landing on my face, my chest, all over my body. But what I could feel more that there was still a lot of cum inside of me. My dick was soft a bit, but I knew it would go hard within two minutes.
But it never happened that way. Mistress quickly took off the rope, put on a chastity cage on my cock, and locked it. I was so mesmerized at the moment that I could not say even a single word. She put the key of the lock in her necklace, and wore it. Then she ordered me to lick the drops of cum that were on my face. I started to lick those smelly, nasty droplets as I felt the pressure around my cock. She untied me. “Bye slave,” she kissed my forehead, “See you tomorrow.” She walked away, and left me with a hard yet erection restricted cock, a collar of slave, and above all, my own cum all over my body.