Slave 4 U (He controls me)

-----------------------------Everyone in all my scripts are 18 years or older------------------------

Slave 4 U (He controls me) 1/7
[F4M][Mf][BDSM][AGE][First Session][D/s]play[Teacher/Student][aftercare]

"This is it," you tell me. "Are you ready?"
I tell you that I understand what I am getting into. I have butterflies but your voice reassures me. Ever since that night last year after the prom we have explored many of our desires in our brief times together in this secret relationship. This is a step I have been dying to take for months and we have talked about it a lot. I am to be yours today, totally. I am your slave and you will use me in any way you like.  I know I will be hurt today, hurt and humiliated, though I don’t know how or how much. Though I am a little scared, I’m far more excited by it.

You lead me down to your basement and into a room in the rear. The walls are old concrete and stone and the ceiling is run with pipes. There is a strange looking workbench in one corner and a stand of photographic lights throwing the opposite wall into brightness.  The room is clean but dank. The lights are not that bright but they do serve to keep the rest of the room dark. I wonder if you are filming this and hope you are.

You order me to strip and lean against the curious workbench to watch, idly flipping a riding crop against your thigh. I hadn't noticed before, but you’re wearing totally hot leather jeans. You were very particular about how I was to be groomed and what I was to wear today, so I take care taking it off.   I kick off my short boots and begin to unbutton my top. I can’t see you anymore. You’re somewhere in the darkness.  I feel a chill as I shrug the shirt off my shoulders and, finding no place to hang it, lay it on the cement floor. My tank top follows. I’m not wearing any underwear today. My fingers are trembling a little as I undo the button of my low-cut jeans. I bend down as I peel them off me and push them to the side.

"Fold the clothes neatly and put them in a pile," you say from close by.  I squat down to do it, but feel the riding crop sting my shoulder. "Do it on your knees, slave."

I change my position as you order and continue to fold my clothes.  You take the pile from me and put it somewhere in the darkness.  I’ve been naked with you many times before but it feels different now; even more so when you place a thick leather collar around my neck and tightly tie my wrists together behind my back. You order me to stand at attention and walk around playing the crop over my body. The leather tip teasing my nipples, my belly, and my ass. You are inspecting me and that makes me so hot. You notice me watching you and the crop lashes out and catches me on a nipple.

"Eyes on the floor, slave," you order.

"Yes, Master," I say as I lower my head and am unprepared for the feeling that comes over me. I’m ready to surrender everything to you and I’m so wet and horny I can’t believe I’m not dripping. My nipple is a white-hot spot and it feels so very good. I feel your hand moving over the lips of my pussy. I shaved myself bare for you as instructed and I since I don’t feel the sting of the crop I know that it pleases you.  Your fingers enter me and I feel a rush.

"You’re wet," you tell me.

"All for you, Master," I say

You laugh bitterly and suddenly you pull my arms up behind my back, bending me forward.  The riding crop strikes my ass three times hard and quick. I gasp at the sensations but it feels good, better than I expected.

"You’re a lying slut," you tell me.

You push me forward, towards the strange workbench. Up close it looks more like a doctor's examination table. You bend me over the table, hold my neck and press my face into the cushions. Your hand enters my pussy again and I am tossed between the violence and the sexiness of it.
"You dirtied yourself with a boy," you sneer. "You didn’t keep yourself pure for me."

"No, master," I say, ashamed.

"The first day I touched you, the bond was set," you say. "You were mine and mine alone from that day forward. Didn’t you know that?"

It’s true and I nearly cry when you say it.
"Yes, Master!".

"But you betrayed me, little slut!" You say. You untie my arms but only long enough to pull them in front me and shackle them to a chain at the other end of the table.  You pull my head up by my hair and force me to look at you. "I’m going to give you what little sluts deserve."

For a wild moment, I’m worried that you’re really angry about it "Thank you, Master," I say weakly as I try to remember my ‘safe’ word. Then he starts whipping me and I lose all train of thought.


Thop!
Thop!
Thop!
Thop!
Thop!

The short whip savages my ass, legs and pussy as I writhe in my bonds.

Then you loosen the chain and pull me up, before roughly spinning me around and pushing me down on my back. My thrashed ass protests as I hit the cold vinyl. You attach the chain lower down on the table and then do something to raise a section of the bench by my legs.  Soon I am firmly strapped to the new longer, bench with my behind me. I’m pulled up so that my breasts are sticking out and my legs lashed so they’re spread apart slightly.

Then the crop comes down on my chest and I can’t contain my moan. You're whipping me fast on my breasts and my pussy alternately.
Thwip!
Thwip!
Thwip!
Thwip!
Thwip!

My tits are on fire! And the pain rockets through me, doubling up with the pleasure and forcing me into orgasm.

You notice of course and this makes you whip me harder, on my thighs and belly.  "This waist was made for a corset," you tell me. As you rain blows down on my shaved cunt I cant’ help but scream and cry. You tell me I’m making too much noise and the whipping stops.

"What’s this I found in your jeans?" You ask, holding a pair of my panties in your hand. "Were you permitted underwear?"

"I thought..for after...I’m sorry Master!" I say quickly.

"Shut your lying mouth," You say casually and rub the the panties over my face and the push them in my mouth. Its such a perfect gesture and it fills me with a wave of pure desire but--these panties taste funky and mine were clean.  I make a protesting noise and hear you chuckle

"Oh. Oops," you say, holding up the panties I’d shoved in my pocket after dressing. "Those must belong to some other dirty slut I fuck," You say with a nasty sneer. Suddenly, I want to tell you that I love you.

I hadn’t noticed what you were doing after you gagged me but now I see you have a candle in your hand. I’m afraid for a moment that you are going to burn my nipple with the flame, when I see the wax drip and fall right into the center. I scream through my gag. You quickly move over my body, dotting me with wax here and there. The back of my arms, my hips, my legs. I feel like I must be covered in dark red wax. I wonder if it looks like blood. As the wax drips it feels hot and painful for a moment then the wax spreads and cools forming a crust that numbs the pain from the riding crop.

I feel like my tits and ass must be bruised and scarred. But I don’t really care. I am nothing but pure arousal.  My Master can do whatever he wants with me. You sense that somehow. Sense that I have totally surrendered to you.  You put the candle down and pull the sodden panties from my mouth.
"I’m sorry, Master," I tell you, tears welling up. "I’ll never disobey you again. I’ll do anything you want, anything!"

"I know," you say. But nothing else.

You undo my ankles and detach the chain holding my arms to the bench. Then you attach a thin metal leash to a ring in my collar before undoing the cuffs binding my wrists. You pull on the leash and I get off the bench. I  look down at myself, expecting a bruised bloody and dirty mess, but it's not nearly as bad as I thought it would be.

You pull my leash to the wall. Up by the corner, there are some shackles. They look very old and like they’re made of iron.  They are very cold as you clasp them around my sore wrists.  They force me to back up close against the irregular points of the stone wall and it’s like an electric shock when the stone touches my ass. I’m full in the light again and you disappear into the darkness.

When you come back you’re coiling what looks like a huge black snake in your hands. As you get close to me I see that it’s a bullwhip. You walk up and slam my body with the weight of the coiled whip. I’m getting kind of scared now.  It’s a really big whip.
You turn suddenly and the whip flashes out with a loud ‘CRAAAAK’  I jump and my pussy responds warmly.
"Who do you belong to? You ask.
"You, my Master,"  I reply
"Since when?" You say as you pull the whip back.
"Since that night you massaged my leg and fixed my cramp. Ever since then I’ve been meant for you. Only you." I say as earnestly as I can but my voice is breaking.
"You think you can serve me faithfully now?" you ask.
I nod. "With all my heart," I manage to croak out as the tears fall.

You look into my eyes and see what you are looking for. You drape a loop of the bullwhip around my neck and pull my lips to yours. We kiss for the first time all day and it’s like warm light for my heart.  We make out for a while and I’m frustrated that I can’t touch you with my hands shackled. I feel you undo your pants and warm with anticipation.  Suddenly you push yourself into me, pushing me back into the wall.  I moan and cry out in pleasure and pain all at once.  You start thrusting into me roughly and I’m just along for the ride as my senses and my emotions roll through me. You’re grinding my aching butt into the rough stone of the wall but the feel of you in me, the feel of you kissing me makes me feel like I am made of incandescent white light.  I come even though it doesn’t seem physically possible.  I’ve lost count of how many times tonight and when you pump me full of your semen, I do it again. You hold me against the wall until all of your cum is in me before you let me go.

I’m still dizzy, coming down from my high when you step back into the darkness.  You come back holding a small enamel bucket and a metal contraption.  I’m confused. I expected you to unshackle me and take me upstairs, but no, you attach cuffs to my ankles and use the bar to spread my legs.  The bucket fits into a ring in the bar. I hear a drip of our cum fall into the bucket.  You stand up and look at me, smiling remotely.
"As a sign of your devotion, you will stay down here while I take a nap."
"Yes, Master," I say meekly.
"And when I come back, you will drink whatever falls in that bucket."
I gasp and another wave of desire floods me. "Yes, Master,"I say.
"You pleased me, tonight," you say then you disappear again and I am alone.
"I love you," I whisper, hoping you will hear me and wondering how just hanging here is testing my devotion. Then it occurs to me how much I have to pee.
(He only left me there long enough to get dinner started. Then he brought me upstairs and we cuddled on the couch and he was as gentle stroking me as he was hard at whipping me"