Her First Game with Sir

Her First Game With Sir By VK & Sera
[F4M][[MF][BDSM][D/s][Fsub][Riding crop work]

I lie on the bed before you, completely naked. My long hair flows out wildly on the pillows around me. I stretch, and symbolically cross my wrists over my head. My eyes show only love and trust as I shyly gaze up at you, shifting a little bit to look sexy for you. You stare down at me, your lips curling in a half-smile. Reaching out, you lightly brush my breasts. I shiver and my nipples immediately go erect. You close your hand over both of my crossed wrists, tightly, painfully, until I gasp, but don’t move. Releasing me, you nod your approval.
"Follow me," you say.
You lead me to your play room, where I know I must follow all instructions to the letter.
"Stand here, and I will inspect you."
I shiver in anticipation. I have been waiting for you to bring me in here. I stand perfectly still, eyes cast downwards. Cabinets line the walls and there’s a round leather-topped bench in the center of the room, under the lights. You walk around me, hefting my breasts and touching me in different places. I gasp as your hand sweeps over my freshly-shaved pussy.
You chuckle warmly. "You please me."
I'm shaking, with both need and nervousness. Never before have I completely given myself to you. Surrendering my body to someone is a first for me. Your kind words make me smile and I know that I trust you completely. You walk behind me and pick something up. The next thing I feel is a collar going around my neck. I can smell the leather as you fasten it. Then you step in front of me to look. I'm excited by the collar, and I swallow hard testing the tightness of the leather against my throat.
"Do you know what it means to wear my collar?"
"Yes Sir, it means I am yours. Your property, your pet."
"Very good. You've been studying." Your hand flashes out and you slap my on my right buttock. You've done that before, when we were making love, but this is different. My eyes widen as I feel the heat rise on my ass. Part of me wants it to happen again.
"Rate that on a scale of 1-10, pain-wise.”
"Um a 2"
My other cheek gets a slap, a harder one this time. I bite my lip. I forgot.
“A two, sir,” I correct.
Hard fingers go into my cunt.
"You're wetter now," you say, smiling.
I gasp in surprise.
"Give me a number for that last slap'
"3, Sir."
"That's better. Hmmm." you say and move to the wall. You come back with a wide leather paddle. Standing behind me, I feel the breeze first, then a slap that echoes in the room. I bite my lip, trying to hide the slight tremble. And to stop me from crying out. Your hands range roughly on my chest, and you pull on the hard nipples.
"How was that paddle for you, cunt?"
“A 6, Sir."
You're in my pussy again and I'm even wetter. I watch you taste me on your fingers.
"I think you like this."
Three more blows rain down on my ass and then one lesser strike on both breasts.
"Y-yes." I stammer.
"Yes, what?"
You slap my breasts with your open hand. I can't help but cry out a little.
"Yes, Master."
You look at me and a devious smile appears on your face. "Put out your hands"
I do as you say, holding my hands out in front of me. You walk back to the wall and come back with more leather, and a short, thin whip. You put leather wrist cuffs on me and tighten them firmly-almost painfully. I watch you out of the corner of my eye, my mind racing. You hook two fingers in the ring on the front of the collar and begin to pull me forward. Suddenly, you kiss me, holding me to you as our mouths seek each other. I needed that, and it’s over too soon. Then you pull me over to a bench.
"Crawl up on this," you say.
"Yes Sir." I whisper, and quickly do as I'm told. It's like the table in a doctors examination room, but different. I crawl up onto it and look at you for direction.
"Keep that ass up," you say as your hand roams over the redness. I moan and push back onto your strong hand. "I like to hear you. Don't stifle yourself when we're in here." Deftly, you attach more leather to my ankles. "Now lie down on your back, hands above your head."
I quickly assume the position you want. The leather feels cool against my naked skin. Laying before you in cuffs makes me feel sexy and vulnerable. I like it.
You link my wrists and pull them down over the edge of the head of the table. Then you stretch out my legs and strap them down. Once set, you step back to look at me.
"Try to move," you say.
I pull against the restraints, gently at first testing their hold. "Harder" you instruct. I start to struggle, twisting and turning. Whimpering a little.
"You can't get away," you say. Your tone is soothing, almost hypnotic, but the effect in me is quite different. "You are mine, totally open to me. I can do whatever I want to you, can't I?"
"Yes Master, I am yours."
"How do you feel about that?"
"It feels right. I want to give everything to you."
You are trailing the short whip over my supine body as I answer. "I'll take everything and more," you tell me. I smile, keeping an eye on what you are doing with the whip.
"I have a lot of toys here for us to play with. You've felt the paddle, and this is the crop. They're my favorites. The paddle is perfect with a mule like you but it lacks in subtlety. The crop flashes out and a spark of pain strikes my shoulder. It's better for detail work," another spark of pain just above my mons.
I yelp at every flick of the crop.
"And if you use it right, it doesn't leave much of a mark," you continue. “unless you want it to." I hear the pop as the crop cuts the air and lands full force on my breast.
“Ouch,” I gasp. Then I watch you intently as you pace around the bench, intermittently landing the crop against my soft flesh. The rate increases slowly until I feel like my whole body is aflame.
Then it stops, and almost tenderly, his hands roam over my body, touching all of me he can reach and this time I get to taste myself after he plays with my clit a bit. My breathing is heavy, I can see my chest heaving. I am tingling all over and my body seems to respond on its own.
Then his mouth is on mine, his tongue in my mouth and I want to swallow him up. I long to wrap my arms around him, and I pull at the restraints in frustration. Breathless and excited, I'm looking into his eyes and don't notice what he has in his hand.--until the metal clips go on my nipples.
"Oh god." I moan. The cold metal makes me shiver and raise goose bumps all over me. The whipping has made all of my skin hypersenstive.
"The crop is really best at the detail work," you say as the tip of the crop begins to explore my vagina. My hips slowly move up and down. My mouth opens and my tongue traces my lips. I am aching for you to touch me. The crop flashes and my inner thighs light up with new pain.
Then it comes down again, right on my clit.
"Ah!" I yell. My legs try to close instinctively, but alll I can do is struggle against the bonds.
You’re watching me closely for something, but I don’t know what. But what you say next makes thinking impossible.
"I could watch you struggle for hours--and I might do that sometime-- but. I need to be inside you."
"Oh, yes please." I beg.
You take a lead from a hook on the wall and hook it to my collar. "Oh, yes please, what?" you remind me with a slap.
"Sorry, please Master."
You unhook my arms and legs and pull me up with the leash. I am unsteady on my legs at first. You pull me over to the short round leather bench and make me kneel on it. It's padded and softer than I thought it would be.
"Undo my pants," You tell me.
I slide my fingers along your waistband to your button and zipper. Undoing them slowly. I can't help but lick my lips at the thought of your hard cock.
"I want to hear you beg," you tell me.
"Please Master, let me taste your cock. It's what I dream of." I gaze up into your eyes. "Please, Sir. I need it. Let me please you, the very best way I know how."
"You may have a short taste. I'm going to fuck that sore pussy."
"Mmm." I moan as I open my mouth and take you in. My full lips massaging your shaft. I place my hands against your hips, using only my mouth to guide your cock into my throat. You are watching me with that look I love--like I am hypnotizing you.
"Mmmmm," you moan. Then your hand is on my head, pushing me away. "That's enough, my slave," you say. "Get on your hand and knees.”
"Yes Sir." I say, wiping the saliva from my chin. I turn around and drop down. Your hands are on my ass and hips and it feels so different, so good. I'm feeling the after-effects of the whippings. I have a fleeting concern that the crop did something to my clit. It feels huge. I try to be patient, try to wait but I can’t help moving my hips. You tease my pussy with your cock, sliding it over my lips, but not putting it in. A thumb enters my cunt and I groan. Then it comes out and goes in my ass and I gasp, and push against you, wanting to feel you everywhere. Then, your cock enters me and time stops. My clit is fine, just fine, all sorts of fine and I moan, long and loud. I am filled by you, and it's what I've been wanting since we entered the room. You begin stroking into me, possessing me.
"Tell me what you're feeling," you say. "Be loud."
"I can feel you so deep Master, please don't stop." I cry. I am as aroused as I ever have been. I need something, release or more pain. "May I cum Sir?"
"Not yet." You pull out of me and I feel the loss physically and emotionally. Then it presses into my ass. I moan loudly again, loving the feeling of him in there. I struggle to keep from orgasming. I don't know where or how you put lube on, but there’s more than me on that cock. You slap my ass as you move in and out of me, reawakening sore nerves and I am balanced precariously between, pain, pleasure and need.
"Please Master." I beg.
You pull out of my ass, and just as quick are back in my pussy stroking fast and very hard.
"Come for me, little one. Come for your master."
I am a live wire suddenly grounded and I cum HARD, harder than I remember. My screams echo around the room. You chuckle, then gasp and I feel you pumping into me, filling me with your hot thick cum.
I don't remember falling over with you but when I regained my senses, we were lying together on the round bench. You were daubing my right breast with some kind of salve.
"How do you like being my slave, honey?" you murmur in my ear.
"It's more than I ever hoped I would find Master. I never thought giving myself to someone would be so freeing.
"I went pretty light on you tonight, except for a few places you surely noticed. You didn't balk at all, even when I really tested your limits. Much better than I had hoped."
"I can't wait until we play again."
"I"m glad you feel that way. That's the way it's supposed to be. We will and if you maintain this quality of service, I might make a more permanent offer. However, you still wear my collar and you have dripped my cum all over this bench. What do you think you should do about that?"
"I would be more than happy to clean it for you Master."
"Let's be about it, then. Use your mouth only."
I lean down and lick your cum off the leather, making sure I get every last bit. I can taste both of us and I moan while I savour it.
"Well done slave. I will allow you to remove your own wrist and ankle cuffs, but leave the collar to me."
"Yes Sir." I reach down and undo my ankle cuffs, feeling sore spots as I move. I smile knowing that they are sweet reminders of what we just experienced. My wrist cuffs are next to go, and I feel like something is missing when they are off. I crawl over to you and wait for you to remove my collar. You look at me thoughtfully.
"I really like you in that. If you're too tired, I'll let you loose, but if you'd like to be led into the bedroom and use that mouth on me, for awhile, I'll leave it on."
"Please leave it on Sir." I smile secretly, because I wanted to keep wearing it.
"You can wear the kitty ears too, if you wish," you say hooking the lead back up. I pad out of the playroom and follow you into my new life.