College Room Search (part 1) My story of domination and submission.
At 23 years of age I was finally on my way. Life to this point had been full of tough choices and anything but easy. My father was a truck driver who did the best he could raising me as a single parent. We moved a lot but Dad always found away to keep me in school as well as find good folks to look out for me when he was on the road. That all changed the day before my sixteenth birthday. Dad was in rush to get home but never made it. The policeman told me he didn't suffer, the crash had killed him instantly...and instantly I found myself on my own.
For 2 years I bounced around foster homes. My last one was particularly abusive to the point I had to get out. My salvation was the Marine Corp. On my 18th birthday, I enlisted. The four years I spent in the Corp changed my life. I learned discipline and gained a streak of toughness. The physical part also turned and ok body into to a very hard yet feminine one. I did my time in Iraq and saw things that one should never half to see. But through it I survived and strove for a new goal. At the end of my enlistment I was off to college.
Looking back, I probably should have gone for a less expensive state school, none the less I got into a good but expensive private college in Maine. Between the GI Bill, a little financial aid/work package and a small savings I had all my expensive covered accept for a room. Normal campus housing was just out of reach. I spent the first month prior to summer orientation in a campground at night and scouring ads for housing in the days. Things seemed a bit bleak. Places I could afford would require a car and that was just not affordable. My bike was my main mode of transportation and deemed by all locals as not a winter option nor was public transportation in rural Maine.
The Ad
Despair hit me while sipping a coffee in a small new wave type coffee shop.
I had found this place near enough to Campus, but still off the beaten track. I wouldn't say I fit in, but the food and coffee were cheap and I found myself attracted to the somewhat alternate life style crowd. I could not put my finger on it, but there was always an undercurrent of some guarded secrets that permeated the place. In any case, it was quite a change to being in my previous environment. Not many potential Marines in the crowd.
I must have looked pathetic sitting there contemplating some rather dismal options. One of the more popular eclectic patrons asked me why such a pretty young thing looked so down. I gave the quick readers digest version.
He asked me if I had checked out any of the ads in the shops favorite rag.
He smiled and handed me a copy.
At first glance it was one of those ultra left wing papers whose main feature is the weekend club review, but what set it a part was a rather expanded section on alternative lifestyles, bondage and S&M. But, it did have a rental section and what the hell. I leafed through it for more leads. There where a large number of subsections with some real interesting and often obvious reads. "Good looking young submissive lesbian roommate wanted willing to share queen size bed" was one of the more blatant ones. But near the end I found one under situation wanted:
Room for rent in large house two miles from Campus. House has heated pool, jacuzzi, sauna and playroom. Married couple prefers female college student.
Modest rent can be reduced by willingness to serve couple in chores around house.
Something stirred inside me. At first I decided to pass on it, but curiosity got the best of me and I called the number in the Ad. After about the fifth ring I was about to hang up when woman's voice answered. I quickly explained that I was looking for a rent for upcoming school year and saw an ad in the local paper. She told me the time frame was for one semester unless things worked out well and that they where a bit selective. We arranged a time to meet that afternoon.
Still a bit intrepid, I headed out on my bike. I almost missed the turnoff for their road. Though it was close to the campus it was a bit secluded. When I got to the driveway I was impressed. The house was an older well kept cape on the edge of a tidal pool complete with what looked like a small private beach. I had to ring a buzzer complete with intercom system to get past the gate.
Jane met me half up the driveway with a very welcoming smile. She looked to be in her late 30's and from initial glance she took care of herself. We chit chatted for a bit as she showed me around the grounds. The place was awesome! About 30 minutes into the tour we where joined by her husband Greg. He was coming out of a home gym and definitely looked like he spent a few hours a day there. He was obviously a body builder...seen the type many times in the Marines. He introduced himself but did not say a whole lot more. I did learn that he was a Doctor specializing in sports medicine and she was lawyer.
After the tour Jane started to ask me some questions about college and my background. Initially she seemed very concerned when I told here I was a freshman. I asked her if that was an issue and she said it was. In her opinion most freshmen were too immature to live off campus ...being the first time away from Mom and Dad. I laughed at that and gave her a quick background of my past. My being a former Marine seemed to regain her interest as well as the fact I was a bit older then most freshman.
The conversations eventually got around to the "chores" part of add, she said they had some unique ground rules: - We expect you to maintain at least a "B" average in school. - You will get a minimum of 3 hours study time a night. - We expect you to workout at least 3 times a week, more preferred. We don't tolerate fat and lazy. - Initially you will be expected to house clean, do dishes and on occasion cook dinner. - We have a party once a month where you will attend and serve our guests - I'm to be referred to as Madam, and Greg is Sir. - As time goes on we may ask more of you, but there has to be a mutual trust and comfort level built. - Also, the pool area, sauna and Jacuzzi are clothing optional for us and our guest. - Initially the rent will be $300.00 a month, but overtime based on services performed that is negotiable...all the way down to free rent and board.
My mind went into overdrive. That stirring inside of me was back. I guess I had paused to long and she just looked at me and said, "Well, do the terms bother you?" Part of me saw the strong potential of what I was getting into and wanted to run...instead "no the terms are acceptable" came out. Jane immediately corrected me..."the terms are acceptable Madam." So it began.
Settling In
After conferring with her husband she came back with a written contract that covered the basics terms with a one semester room guarantee and an option for more. I looked it over quickly...maybe too quickly ... swallowed hard and signed it. I was ready to head back to my bike and the campground, but she dismissed that idea and told me I would be staying the night and she would drive me to the campground in the morning so I could retrieve my things.
The provided bedroom was very basic and reminded of the very Spartan Quarters in a forward Marine berthing unit. My room shared a master bathroom with theirs that was bigger than my bedroom and complete with a large jetted whirlpool tub and a separate walk-in shower. The shower was like walking into a room. It had a built in bench, three distinct shower heads along the ceiling and a vertical wall of water sprayers. The wall facing the rest of the bathroom was made of glass blocks and very transparent. The toilet was in a small separate room. The other odd thing ... it had the only door. There where no doors between the bathroom and the bedrooms. The only other striking feature was a dual sided glass gas fireplace over the tub that shared a wall between the master bedroom and the bathroom.
Jane walked in as I was contemplating the lack of privacy. She read my mind and told me I would get used to it. She asked me if I was a size 4 and told me she would get me a night gown and a robe. I told here "size 4 would do fine." She corrected me again, "size 4 will do fine Madam." She then instructed me to take a shower, change and then join them for dinner and left.
I consciously turned the lights down, stripped off my cloth and entered the shower. I stood their in the semi-darkness trying to figure out how to get the shower jets to work. There were way too many knobs and levers to be fumbling around with in the dark but I was trying. Then the lights came on and I froze. I heard Greg's voice say "it can be confusing, but it helps with the lights on. The left most knob is the master, you need to turn that one on first." I turned trying to cover up and sheepishly said "thank you."
He corrected me "thank you Sir," grinned and walked way. The shower was quick, I didn't linger long...this was going to take some getting used too.
When I went back to my room I discovered that my jeans, shirt, bra and panties were gown. The only thing left was a very short and very sheer silk night gown and a pretty oriental robe. At least the robe covered up a bit.
Dinner was a simple fare of ceaser salad with shrimp, dark bread, and a glass of white wine. Greg and Jane engaged in light conversation as I ate quietly. When they were done Jane told me to look through the draws and cupboards to familiarize myself with the lay out. After a few minutes of looking at the layout she asked me if I would like some low-fat frozen yogurt with them for desert. I said sure... She looked at me sternly and said "sure is not an appropriate response, yes Madam is." I looked down and said "yes madam." She smiled and said "that's better, you will get used to it." When they finished up, they excused me and told me I could clean up and go to bed. The end of day one...
Surprisingly I had a sound and restful sleep. I attributed that to the lack of sleep in the often noisy and rowdy campground. Just the same, I was amazed that I slept so well in this new and strange environment.
Still a bit modest, a slipped into the bathroom and took an extra long glance to see if the Master bedroom was still occupied. Seeing no one I quickly took care of my morning routine. When I emerged from the shower I quickly retreated to my room to towel off. On the dresser were my jeans, shirt and panties, but no bra. I dressed and headed out to explore some more.
Jane was waiting for me in the kitchen with a cup of hot coffee. She said she had just enough time to run me to the campground and retrieve my things. I didn't ask her about my bra, she just looked at my erect nipples pushing through my tight shirt and said you look better without a bra. I blushed and said, "thank you" catching myself I quickly added "Madam," she grinned and rubbed my shoulder and said much better.
After retrieving my stuff and checking out of the campground, the rest of the morning was uneventful. I managed to get to orientation just in time and spent the rest of the day as your average first day starry eyed and overwhelmed freshman.
The rest of the week fell into a routine. I would get up early and take a long run exploring the local back roads and finish with 100 sit-ups and modified pushups. I always timed my return so that both Greg and Jane where leaving for work. After they left I would clean up the kitchen and start working off a list of household chores left by Jane before showering and changing for classes. At the end of the day, I would cook and serve them dinner, study, clean some more and head to bed. The only thing out of the ordinary was routinely seeing them both naked. Greg must have slept naked and didn't try and hide a thing as he walked to and from the bathroom in the evening and neither ever wore a stitch of cloth when on their pool deck in the evening.
Twice during that first week I heard them making love. The first time I tried to ignore it, the second time I was fantasying that I was with them. In fact, so much so that I let my hands stray down between my legs. I knew it was wrong, but I could not help but masturbate. The intensity of the ensuing orgasm shocked me. I soaked the sheets. Some where near the end of my convulsing pleasure I realized that the noise of there love making had ended. Then I heard Jane ask if I was alright and if I was enjoying myself. My only answer, "yes Madam." Her reply, "next time you will have to let us watch..."
The first weekend.
On Friday night I was informed that we would have a few guests on Saturday for an end of summer pool party and barbeque. Jane told me I was expected to serve their guest refreshments and keep the pool deck clean as the party progressed. She also told me she had a special outfit for me to wear.
Saturday morning when I returned from my run Greg was waiting for me. He told me he needed my help getting items at the grocery store. Not much was said as we drove to the store and gathered the day's party supplies. Jane had been busy and scolded me that the pool area was still not ready for guest. I started to protest and she asked me if I needed to be punished. No Madam was my reply as I set out cleaning the pool for the party. When I was done, I asked if I could be excused to shower before quests arrived. Once you finish cleaning and starting the sauna was her reply. When I was done both Greg and Jane where no were to be seen so I headed off to take a quick shower.
I was bit dirty, hot, sweaty and generally grimy from all the cleaning. Slipping into the shower I turned up all the jets. The hot water felt great. I was lost in thought when Greg asked me to pass him the shampoo. I froze, there I was always timing my bathroom time to be somewhat modest, and here both Greg and Jane had slipped in the shower room with me. Jane looked at me and scolded...Sir has asked you for something. Are you just going to stand there? I was startled back to reality and handed him the shampoo.
He then told me to wash his back and with Jane impatiently looking on I complied. It didn't get to progress much further when the doorbell rang announcing the arrival of the first guest. Greg hopped out and buzzed the guests in telling them to make themselves comfortable on the pool deck. I found it hard to believe but I realized I was disappointed.
Jane again read my thoughts. This time she smiled and asked me what I thought of my Master's body. I was taken a back by the phrase Master's body. Seeing the puzzlement on my face...she grinned and said that's why you call him sir. Toweling off was the first time I ever really noticed her body as well. She was very firm and very fit. Her large breast sagged ever so slightly, but overall she was beautiful. As she headed to her room, she told me my serving outfit was on the bed, and after today earlier outburst she wanted no complaints.
My outfit was a thong whose back side could only be described as butt floss. I looked around for the top but realized there was none. It took me a good twenty minutes to muster the courage to head downstairs to the pool deck. This did not please Jane and once again I was reprimanded. That was followed by a sharp slap on my bare ass. Jane smiled wickedly and sent me on my way. It seemed to me that all talking stopped when I walked onto the pool deck. The small crowd consisted of two couples and two older men. I started taking orders for refreshments. One of the women saw the red slap mark on my left cheek and grinned, "Looks like someone as been naughty." I blushed red and wondered what she thought. As the day progressed, the other women eventually stripped down to their bikini bottoms as well making me feel a bit more comfortable.
After lunch, Jane stripped completely and went for a swim. She was joined shortly by another petite woman who had overly large breasts for her size. Both lay against the side of the pool for a bit. Still cleaning up empties and serving beer I watched and wondered as Jane and her friend got ever so closer. As I was pouring a beer for one gentleman who was trying to flirt with me I noticed a hush in the small group. I turned and their was Jane now sitting on the side of the pool with the petite red head's face buried between her legs. Jane had the look of ecstasy on here face. Though until then I had never thought about being with another woman, I felt a pang of jealousy. The older man I was serving reached up and started to rub my breasts...grinning as he pulled on my now very erect nipples...and said "it gets me excited too." Before I could do anything he leaned forward and started to suck on my left breast. Another set of hands was now massaging my ass. I looked over my shoulder and it was Greg. A bit of foreplay was breaking out all around. It didn't last long before Greg whispered to the older gentleman and they suddenly stopped and headed over to a now expanded crowd around Jane.
I froze in place as a small orgy started right before my eyes. I was mesmerized. I just stood and watched for about 30 minutes until one of the men asked me to bring him another beer. I handed him beer and watched as his wife was devouring his cock. He grinned and said that she was very good...I could learn a thing or two from her. This elicited a small roar of laughter from the crowd. It all seemed to end as quickly as it started. Jane told me they were all headed to another party and I should clean up. They would not be back until morning.
After they all dressed and left, I sat their very confused. I had never thought about being with a woman before and now I was. I'd never thought about group sex and now I wish I had acted quicker. It just seemed right and I missed an opportunity. I found myself envious that I was not invited to the next party. Sulking I cleaned up and went to bed early.
I never heard Jane and Greg return but when I awoke Jane was sitting on my bed drinking a cup of coffee. She told me she was very pleased with my efforts the day before. Then she said I have a few questions and I want you to answer honestly. She asked how many men had I ever been with. My reply was three. She asked me about the first one. I told her my dark secret.
My first time was in a foster home. The husband of the foster couple offered me $50.00 dollars for oral sex. I was scared of him and knew it was wrong and told him to leave me alone or I would tell his wife. He laughed. Later that month he offered me $100.00, again I told him to leave me alone which he did for a number of months. I thought that was the end of it. Then my senior prom came. I had been asked by what I thought was a really nice guy and I said yes. Unfortunately I had no money for a dress.
The cheapest I could find in a second hand store was for $100.00 dollars. The one I really wanted, with matching shoes, cost $300.00. What little I could make baby sitting always seemed to go for school supplies and other simple necessities. I did manage to put away $60.00 and had settled on the $100.00 dollar dress. Running out of time, I asked the creeps wife is I could borrow $40.00. She said she didn't have it, but if I was to do her husband a favor he could get me the 300.00 dollar outfit I really wanted. Puzzled, I asked what? She looked at me and told me Frank has the hots for you. Give him a blow job and the dress is yours. I was stunned. She said, "oh don't worry, he's clean and he will treat you real good." The day before the prom I relented and gave Frank his blow job. That was my first.
The second was my prom night. I was so racked with guilt I drank way too much and was a real cheap lay for my date. I knew he fucked me, but I barely remembered it. Jane asked what happened next. I told her the obvious, Frank wanted oral sex all the time and more. He got very degrading, called me his little slut and if I didn't do as he asked he would tell everyone what a whore I was.
Jane asked what I thought of that with a bit of concern in her eyes.
She could see something more was troubling me. She asked if in fact I had enjoyed it. I turned beat red, and looking straight down at my feet and said yes Madam, that's why I joined the Marine Corp. To get away from my own desires...it just seemed wrong that I got so aroused by it. She grinned and told me it was okay to enjoy sex and that it appeared I liked being submissive and as long as I understood that and I didn't let a person like Frank take advantage of me that it was okay. She asked about the third guy. I told her he was a real nice guy I met in the Marine Corp. We dated for a while and then it got a bit more serious. At first the sex was frequent and good, but it got routine. He eventually got transferred and that was that.
She asked me if I ever had sex with multiple partners at the same time and if I had ever been or thought of being with a woman. I said no...well maybe thought about a woman. She told me to tell her about it. I told here about being a bit jealous of her at the pool. She laughed. Then she asked me if I wanted to explore a bit more. I asked her what she was talking about. She left and returned with another piece of paper.
The top said "Slave Contract." There was no pretense in this one. The term sex on command was laced throughout it. Terms like safe words, bondage, strict discipline, anal sex, spankings, serving at sex parties, bisexual requirements ... were all in it. I had trouble believing what I was reading. I was shaking. I wanted to sign it but I was scared. She told me the former rules applied as well with a few other additions. She asked if I was interested. The best I could muster was an affirmative nod. She said that accept when I had my period, I was to be naked at all times in their house, and when I had my period I was to still be topless. The only items I could ware were a collar and leather restraining cuffs on my wrists and feet. I just sat their stunned. Part of me wanted to get up and run, instead I asked if she had a pen. As soon as I signed the contract she told me to strip and she left.
Sitting in my bed totally naked and alone I was shaking. Could I go through with this, did I really want to go through with this? My head was being flooded with sordid thoughts. Then and there I faced the reality of why I truly joined the Corp and ran from Frank. I had really enjoyed...how did she put it...being submissive. Jane reentered my room with a locking collar and fitted it around my neck. She told me one more thing with bit of malice in her eyes. From now on we are Master and Mistress; mistakes will now get you punished.
As she left my room, she told me I had 30 minutes to be showered and kneeling at here feet in the kitchen. I was in my place in 20. The rest of the day was sort of a test. First we started with menial labor, I had to wash and vacuum her car until it was spotless. The seclusion of their place proved valuable as I was not allowed to dress. Then we moved on to really deep cleaning the house. At one point I dropped and broke a dish. A stammered out an apology as I cleaned it up. She looked at me and said apology accepted but you did not address me as mistress, get on your knees.
I did as I was told and was excepting a simple swat. Instead I got 10 welt raising paddles. I was crying...but I loved it. When she was done, she looked at me smiled and said now it's time to taste your first woman.
Jane slipped off her shorts sat on the edge of their couch and told me to get my tongue buried in her pussy. That was my first time with another woman. She told me what she liked. I was eager to listen and learn. She enjoyed it when I pushed my tongue deep into her and when I would alternate and flatten her clitoris...I learned that one from my former Marine lover. For over an hour I played with her pussy. I loved the feel of it on my tongue and lips. It was not what I expected. When I thought I was done, she said now rim me. I looked at her puzzled. And then she explained what she wanted. It seemed a bit revolting to me at first...she just said do it and reached for her paddle. I complied...tentatively at first, and under her insistence I was soon pushing my tongue deep into her anus. This seemed to really push her over the edge. My face was getting covered with her juices. Her body was electric...she was a quivering mess. I looked up at her proud of myself and arrogantly asked how did I do? She pushed my face down to the carpet exposing my tender ass and whack...the paddle hit it's mark again..."always MISTRESS" but she replied, "but yes it was good so only one paddle."
When she was done with me she told me to go to my room and shower again and then wait for her in the Master bedroom. I did as I was told. I watched her as she showered and dressed. She left the upstairs while I sat and waited.
After a short time she returned wearing a stunning leather outfit that lifted and seemed to amplify her breasts. In her hands was a strange looking bar and four pieces of leather with locking buckles. She explained the buckles as she put one on each of my wrist and ankles. Each had a medal ring that with a single chain link that opened and shut with a small lock. She calmly explained these were for bonding me to different objects. She then told me my safe word and what that meant and implied. I asked her about the strange looking metal bar with outward curves welded on each end.
She told me it was a spreader. I looked at her puzzled. She laughed. Then she told me to get on all fours in the middle of her bed.
Her voice now had a serious edge to it. She told me to put both my hands between my legs and stretch them back until I could grab my ankles. At first she clipped my wrist restraints to my ankles. Then she took the spreader and put it between my legs and pushed it up between my thighs until I got the idea why it was called a spreader. With two more small leather belts she secured it in place half way up my thigh between my knees and ass.
My hips were straining outwards just at the edge of comfort. Next she undid my wrist restraints from my ankles and attached them to the bar. Looking in her mirror I looked sort of hog tied with my ass and pussy wide open to the world. I could barely move. The next thing she produced was a long narrow leather harness with two round holes in it. She deftly squeezed my breasts through the two holes and then ran the two ends to hook on the ceiling that I had not noticed before. She pulled on the straps until my back was parallel to the bed. She walked in front of me where she could admire her work.
She announced that I was almost ready and then rummaged through her bottom draw. She produced two strange looking objects and a jar lubricant. The first one was a piece of leather with a black rubber ball in it that had a whole through middle of it. She told me it was called a ball gag. The hole she grinned was like a training bra...you can breeze easier with this one than others. Then she told me to open my mouth wide and she pushed the ball into it and then tied the leather around the back of my neck. I could only grunt and grown now...the only sounds I could make. Which was probably a good thing because the next object looked a bit ominous. It was a fat round looking plug that was about four inches long and about 4 inches wide at its thickest point. One end tapered to a narrow point. The other end looked like the end of a ball with a small handle in the middle. She asked me to shake my head up and down if I new what it was. I shook my head no. She then asked me if I had ever had anal sex. Again I shook my head no. She laughed...too bad. Then she showed be the bottle of lube and told me to read it. It said Anal-ease. My eyes went wide with terror; I now understood what this was. Again she laughed as she put on a latex glove and covered it with lube and started to work it into my exposed ass...She said," yes that's right, this goes in your ass. It's called a butt plug." I seemed to me that my ass had gone a bit numb, but after a bit I felt it. She was pushing that monster in me. The pain was immense. It took some time for her to loosen me up. On each push she would go a little deeper. When the pain was at its worse... pop, it felt like my ass just sucked it in. I still felt very stretched, but the pain was now bearable.
Next came the video camera. She smiled as she walked around me filming. I tried to keep my face moved away from the camera and she laughed again. Saying for the video that "I was her new slave in training"...calling me by my first name. Then she asked if liked having my picture taken. I violently shook my head no...she said "too bad, it's in the contract you just signed and these will be on the internet tonight. Be assured only to a select few Doms and Dominatrix." Then she said that I wouldn't be coming down for dinner. She had a surprise for Grieg...me.
I must have been in that position for over an hour. All I could do was occasionally look at myself in the mirror and cry. Confused, why did I agree to this? I cried more when I knew the answer. I had cum hard three times already just thinking about the humiliation and I knew more was yet to come, and in a perverse way I was enjoying it.
Jane had Greg to the point of thinking I backed out of original agreement and had left. I could here him talking about me and how that was too bad. He really thought I was going to make a great sub and that I had one of the hottest bodies he had ever seen. He stammered out a "know offense" to Jane...but Jane just agreed. Saying she doesn't even realize how desirable she really is and that it was actually great that the agreement changed. Greg suddenly picked up on that..."what do you mean the agreement changed?" She couldn't contain herself any more. She didn't leave; she's just sort of tied up at the moment. He laughed and asked, "in the dungeon?" Now that I picked up on ...the dungeon? They have a dungeon? "No," she replied, "she's upstairs and she's in need of a good hard fucking."
I heard Greg come in before I saw him. He asked Jane, "So what's her status." Jane told him I had signed a Slave contract. Greg was grinning from ear-to-ear saying," I didn't think she would go for it this quick." Jane replied," I won the bet and you now owe me."
Greg proceeded to undress. Jane said she would leave us two alone while we really got acquainted. The first thing he did was look at my ass and pronounce "it's not red enough." He said," this is for being a tease and making me wait" as he proceeded to lash my back side. He stopped when I was bawling. Then he took off the ball gag and before I could say thank you Master he pushed his cock down my throat. In my position I could only sway back and forth just enough to tease his cock. We did that for a few minutes until he told me to squeeze my lips around his shaft and hold still.
For the next 10 or so minutes he face fucked me with a passion. On each downward stroke the tip of his cock would slam the back of my throat. I kept fighting the gag reflex and finally managed to open my throat. He seemed excited and really enjoyed the one true talent I had already mastered. I had his entire nine inch shaft down my throat. My lips were grounding out in his pubic hairs. He loved it. I could sense we was about to cum when he pulled out and squeezed the base of his cock. He just stood their barely breathing and trying to stop himself from cumming. He did. Then he laughed and told me I almost made him cum to early for his taste as he proceeded to cock whip my face.
He walked around the bed admiring my tied up body. He told me to nod up and down if I was a body builder at one time. I nodded yes. He said he could tell and as he squeezed my ass he told me I should get back into it. He liked a woman with a hard chiseled body. But grinning he added, "firm and curvy is good too" as he ran his hands across my back and ass. I didn't see or hear him for a minute and then I felt his tongue on my clit and I jolted. He continued to lick me from top to bottom and then slowly nibbling on my clit. I was in heaven. He slowly fingered me, first a couple then four fingers. He asked me if I had ever been fisted? Not knowing what that was I nodded no. He grinned we will get to that some day, but for now...then he slid the tip of his cock in me. He was now the tease as he pushed in a little and pulled out over and over. When I thought he wasn't going to really fuck me...he pushed hard and buried it. I had never taken a man as big as him and he was opening up areas in me that had never been touched. Reaching up he loosened the leather breast bonds so I could really fuck him. I met him stroke for stoke. We went at it for almost an hour...I had multiple orgasms and he always seemed to slow me down before he came. When I thought I couldn't cum again he started fucking me harder and faster than I had ever done it before. Just as was reaching the brink of another orgasm he yanked the butt plug out of my ass and we both exploded. I was satiated...but he wasn't. He regained his hardness faster than I thought possible.
Is your pussy sore he asked? Telling the truth I said it was...it's never been worked this long and hard before Master. He laughed and said then we will have to give it a break. I thought we were done, instead I suddenly felt the tip of his cock pushing against my anus. Having never had anal sex before, I tried in vein to slow him down, but it must have been do to having a butt plug in me for so long. It seemed to pop right in without a lot of initial pain. The pain came when he punched it all the way in. It hurt. But I kept pushing with him as tears rolled down my eyes. He must have seen them in the mirror and laughed...saying we have to work on this...I love to butt fuck. You're so tight back here it won't take long anyway...and it didn't as he exploded in my ass.
After, I just went slack in my bonds. I don't even remember being untied, just helped to the shower where my mistress tenderly washed my body.
She looked at me and kissed me and said welcome to the life style. You will never go back. The initial training had begun...