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My first time In bondage  

MIGEEAVDW 37F
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1/15/2019 6:13 am
My first time In bondage


My first time was even better than I imagined it could be. No, not ‘ *that*’ first time, but my first real-life encounter with my Master.
I met Master Jan through a personal ad I submitted Heated Affairs. My ad stated that I am a happily married woman, looking for a older gentlemen who would be willing to teach me the ways of being a slut. I made it clear that I did not want a real life relationship, just one in cyberspace: A few days later Master Jan responded. We made arrangements to meet online, where we asked each other several questions. We hit it off right from the beginning and I was fast to develop a significant respect for the gentleman. He answered my questions honestly and fully, requesting only the same courtesy in return.

Over the months that followed we continued to chat, sharing many incredible times together. This man had a knack for bringing out my submissive side, teaching me things about myself I didn’t know previously; things that, once they were brought out, I liked. Who knows, I may have even taught him a thing or two about himself. We also had several satisfying ‘cyber’ sessions, when we would vividly describe to each other the things we would like to do if we were together. Master Jan could make me cum with his words alone – I could only dream about how he could make me feel in person. Dream, that is, until I was given the chance to make it a reality.

As I said, I am happily married. My husband, though a very caring, satisfying lover, does not share my interest in BDSM or D/s activities. He knew there was a small ‘something’ lacking in my life that he could not fulfill. He also knew this need had absolutely nothing to do with my love for him. I accepted the fact that I would not live out this experience because of my love for him: He decided that it was because of my love for him, and his mutual love for me, that I *should* experience it at least once in my life. It took him some time to convince me that I should make this fantasy come true for myself, but once I was convinced I would do it I knew immediately who I should go to to help me accomplish it – Master Jan.

When I told Master of our plan he was pleased. He said he knew this day would come, but he had never tried to pressure me into anything I might regret. Before he agreed to help me, however, he asked if I was sure I could give myself up to his total control, to obey his every command no matter how foreign it may seem to me. I agreed. We discussed the use of “safe words”, limits, and the like. When he was convinced that this was what I truly wanted, he agreed. I was ecstatic!

Wheels were set in motion for what would truly be the experience of a lifetime. We decided that because he possessed all of the necessary equipment, I would fly to Boston where he lives. He made the necessary travel arrangements for me. He also instructed me on what (little) clothing to bring, along with a few of my favorite sex toys. My husband was fully aware of where I would be staying, how to get in touch with me at the hotel and how to contact Master at his home. It was important to all three of us that he was comfortable about my safety.

After my arrival at Logan Airport I was to proceed to the specified rental counter for the car Master had reserved for me, then follow his directions directly to my hotel. Once checked in and settled into my room I was to phone him and my husband to let them know I had arrived. Master thought it was wise that our first physical encounter be a somewhat tame one, so we arranged to meet in my hotel room rather than at his home. After this night, if I was still sure I wanted to proceed, I would spend the nights that followed in his dungeon.

His first command to me over the phone was to prepare myself for our meeting. I was to tie myself to the bedposts with the rope he told me to bring, spread-eagle, facedown, naked except for a blindfold. He knew I would not be able to tie one of my hands, so he would do that for me when he got there. Before doing this, however, I was to go to the front desk and authorize them to give him a key to my room when he arrived so he could let himself in. I followed his orders to the letter, my pussy dampening in anticipation the whole time.

I had been lying there on the bed for at least twenty minutes when I heard a key in the door, indicating that Master had arrived. My heart raced! Silently he walked across the room. When he was standing by my side he said, “Good for you my slave. It appears that you did as you were told,” in his deep, commanding voice. “I will give you one more chance to reconsider,” he continued, as he slowly walked around the bed. I could sense his eyes upon my naked, helpless body as he talked. “If you have any doubts about what you are getting yourself into, speak now.”

“No, Master. I have no doubts, only desires,” I replied quietly.

“That’s a good little slut. Shall we proceed then?” he asked as he grasped my unbound hand.

“Yes, Master. Please, teach me Sir.”

“Very well then.” He secured my free hand to the fourth bedpost then sat on the bed by my hip. “Let me see if you have followed all of my instructions so far,” as he placed his finger to my gaping pussy. “You are wet,” he said sternly. “I gave you explicit instructions not to allow yourself to get wet until I said you could!” he exclaimed as he slapped my bare ass.

My body jerked, surprised. “I’m sorry Master, but I…”

Smack! “Did I tell you to speak?” he barked, spanking me again.

“No Sir. I’m sorry Sir.”

“From this point on you are not to speak unless instructed to do so.”

“Yes, Mas…”

Smack! I jumped as his hand fell hard again, this time on my pussy. “I did not tell you to speak. This is new to you so I will allow you this error. Do not disobey me again and we will get on just fine My Dear. Do you understand?”

Silence. I trembled with anxiety.

“You may answer me Little One,” he softly said as he gently rubbed my heated bottom, soothing it.

“Yes, Master Jan. I understand Sir.”

“Good. I knew you would. Now let us begin your fantasy.” I felt the bed move as he stood. He said nothing more, but soon I heard him open the closet, then I heard the clanking of hangers; I deduced he must be undressing and hanging up his clothes. Before too long I felt him on the bed again. He slipped one of his strong arms underneath my belly, lifting me slightly. While holding me up he pushed a pillow under me. “This holds you up off the bed, allowing me easier access to whichever orifice I choose to use.” He stood again, admiring his handy work I imagine. “What a beautiful sight. There is nothing more exciting than seeing a helpless wench waiting to be taken advantage of.” He laughed, somewhat maniacally, sending shivers down my spine. “Ahh! I almost forgot…open your mouth wide Little One.” I opened, as he commanded and he placed a ball gag in my mouth, fastening it securely behind my head. “We don’t want to alert our new neighbors to our activities with your yelling or screaming, now do we?”

With his preparations completed to his satisfaction he said, “Let us begin.” I felt the bed between my legs move as he perched there, then suddenly I flinched as he forcefully inserted a long, thick, cold object into my wet pussy. With one of his hands grasping my buttock in order to hold me still, the other hand rammed the rod, which I assumed was a dildo of some sort, in and out of my cunt. Each time he shoved it in, it slammed against the walls of my womb, sending shock waves of pain and pleasure through my body. He obviously had no desire to start me out gently. “Do you like this Slut?” he asked as he impaled me over and over again. I could only moan. “I know you do. Sluts always do, even if they don’t admit it. Their wetness gives them away, just as yours gives you away.” In and out, faster and harder, the object and Master assaulted my box. His grip on my ass tightened. “No matter how much you are enjoying this, you are not allowed to cum until I give you permission to do so. That is one of the greatest signs of obedience a sub can offer her Master.”

As frightened as I was by the unexpected force he was utilizing, I soon felt my body tense, then let loose with a riveting orgasm. My velvety sheath contracted and released, time and time again. I moaned louder. He continued his assault even harder. “How dare you! You have disobeyed me again! You don’t think I’m giving up yet, do you, just because you’ve had your first orgasm? Think again! You will be punished,” he laughed, still moving the object in and out of me. “Maybe you would prefer me to release my pent-up frustrations on your lovely ass.” With no more warning than that he plunged the tool into my virgin asshole, using the same forceful rhythm he had been using on my pussy. I let out a muffled scream and tears flowing form my eyes as I cried out. I had no way to stop him from the brutal forcing his way. He had given me the chance to back out earlier and I declined, not knowing he would be so violent. He knew, however, that deep down this is what I really wanted from him.

“I need to cum! Prepare yourself to be filled!” With that he rammed his cock into my still-dripping pussy, all the while continuing to plunge the dildo in and out of my ass. He thrust home for what seemed like an eternity, his skilled shaft filling me completely. He also knew what he wanted and was going for it. The sensations I was experiencing were definitely foreign to me. The relentless force he was using on me made my body scream for release, yet the walls of my pussy ached with desire for him to continue, happy to be pleasing my Master.

“How could I possibly be enjoying this brutality?” I thought to myself. But it was more than obvious that I was enjoying it. “May I cum Master? Please Master…please let me cum again!” I cried out, but through the gag nothing understandable was heard. “Yes! Yessss!!…..” he groaned, knowing, anyway, what I was asking. As my body convulsed with an even more intense orgasm than previously, a river of cum from Master’s pistoning cock flooded my insides.

After totally expending himself inside my chamber, he collapsed on my back breathing rapidly. I, too, was out of breath from the ‘beating’ I had just received. After a few moments he slid off me to my side and the dildo fell from my ass. He removed my gag and blindfold then asked, “Well, Little One…how was that for starters?” I was speechless. “That’s what I thought you’d say,” he said, chuckling almost to himself.

After resting a few minutes he got up and went into the bathroom. I dare not speak as I watched him leave the room. He returned shortly, after taking a quick shower. “I’m going to release you now so you can go clean yourself up,” as he untied my ropes. “Be a good girl and make it fast.” He playfully slapped my sore ass as I got up and headed for the bathroom.

By the time I returned he had straightened up the bed and made up a makeshift bed on the floor next to it. “This is where I will sleep tonight,” he told me, pointing to the regular bed. “That is where you will sleep,” pointing to the one on the floor. I only looked at him, not responding verbally. “Lie down and let me fasten this chain and collar on you. I don’t want to chance your doing something foolish in the night without my knowledge.”

Silently I knelt on my bed while he fastened the collar around my neck, then attached the chain to the bedpost. “To earn my trust, Dear, you must first prove your worthiness to me.” I nodded my head slowly, indicating to him that I understood. Once I was secured to his liking, he motioned for me to lie down. After I did so, he covered my still-naked body with the blankets and bid me goodnight. Taking a chance by speaking without permission, I whispered “Good night Master. Sleep well.” Soon I drifted off into a deep, exhausted sleep.

When I awoke the next morning it took me a moment to remember where I was. I turned toward the bed, looked up and found my Master lying there, slightly hanging over the edge, his head resting on his arms, smiling at me. “Good morning Little One. How did you sleep?”

“Surprisingly well, Sir. Thank you for asking,” I replied.

“Good,” he continued as his smile broadened. I smiled back at him. “It’s now time to make another decision. Did I frighten you so much last night that you want to go back home today, or did I please you enough that you want to return with me to my home so we can continue?”

Without hesitation I answered, “Please Sir, take me home with you. I wish to experience more of what you have to offer.”

“Thank you Pet. You have made me proud and shall be rewarded.”

Dressed and packed, we checked out of the hotel, turned my rental car in at the concierge’ desk, then left, ready to begin a new day as Master and slave.

PART 2
After we reached his car, Master Jan immediately placed the leather collar back around my neck: It was a strange sensation, especially out where a passerby could see, yet it felt so right. We then drove about thirty minutes before reaching his home in the suburbs of Boston, hardly speaking at all. He mostly just flashed that handsome, knowing smile of his at me, which made me not only his physical captive but his mental captive as well.

When we arrived he helped me carry my bags in then showed me around his home. He saved the best for last, his dungeon, which was truly fascinating. As you walk in, the wall to your left is all windows. The wall opposite the windows, along with most of the ceiling, is mirrored, making the room appear much larger than it actually is. The wall with the door had all sorts of instruments hanging on it – whips, chains, shackles, floggers, etc. You name it, he had it. The fourth wall was the most intimidating, as it had a few different types of racks attached to it. Racks which, over the course of the weekend, I would have the pleasure of being bound to. He also had a couple different types of tables, a leather swing hanging from the center of the room and much more. It was a true bondage paradise, of which I was in awe.

After my tour Master instructed me to take a shower then meet him in the dining room for brunch, wearing nothing but my collar. Our conversation while eating was very pleasant and informal, but very unnerving considering my lack of attire. I think it was his plan, though, to make me comfortable but not let me forget he was still in control. After eating he reattached the leash to my collar and lead me back to the dungeon.

“On your knees,” he commanded, while removing his clothing. I knelt before him in the proper position of a sub, the way he had described to me so many times before: Legs spread wide for inspection, back straight, head an eyes lowered in a gesture of submission, hands clasped behind my back. “Ahh…so you were paying attention, weren’t you Little One?”

“I try Sir,” I quietly responded.

“Not bad for a beginner, but you must learn to be a bit more graceful, as subs should always be graceful.”

“Yes Sir. I will practice Sir.”

“See that you do. Alright my little wench, do you know what it is your master wants of you now?”

My heart jumped at the thought of failing his ‘quiz’. “I think so Master,” I said softly, my gaze still facing downward.

“Let’s see if you’ve been paying attention to everything,” he continued, as he stood in front of me, now in all of his naked glory.

Keeping my hands behind my back I bent forward, my lips touching the top of his bare foot. Gently, seductively, I kissed it then slowly began to work my way up his leg, lingering now and then to give him a playful lick or nibble. By the time I reached the top of his legs I was staring at his beautiful erection, jutting straight out toward my face. I gasped at the sight before me as he adjusted his stance slightly. I took a deep breath then hungrily engulfed his cock with my mouth. It was too big for me to take whole, so I would stop sucking on it and lick up its length, occasionally taking one of his balls into my mouth. He tasted so good, the pre-cum oozing from the tip. I wanted to taste more of him so I plunged his rod back down my throat.

As I bobbed up and down furiously on his shaft, his moans of pleasure became louder and more rapid. With both of his hands on the sides of my head he began to thrust his hips backward and forward, giving me what I hungered for. He held off for quite some time, but just as my mouth was beginning to tire he let loose his precious load. What a reward for me! I lapped at his engorged member trying to get all of his nectar, groaning like a mad woman. Oh, how I wanted all of his cum!

His cock was becoming soft after having emptied itself in my mouth so he held my head firmly against his groin with his strong hands, signaling me to stop. I removed my mouth then looked up to see his eyes still closed, but with an extremely contented look on his face. “You did well…my little…cocksucker,” he said, still breathing heavily. “I am very…pleased.” He released my head and I returned to my subs’ position.

He walked over to what looked like a gynecologist’s table, with the stirrups at one end of it. He leaned on the table, resting. After a few moments he straightened and patted the top of it. “Come Little One. Climb up here. It’s time to continue with your lessons.” Happily I did as my Master commanded. He assisted me with putting my feet in the stirrups so my legs were sufficiently spread. Then he proceeded to bind me to the table with several soft restraints. Without saying a word he opened one of the drawers in the table, pulled out a candlestick and matches, then closed the drawer. Curiously I watched him as he lit the candle. As the tip started to melt he looked me in the eyes and grinned. “Don’t worry, this won’t hurt…much,” he said. He then held the lit candle about two or three feet above my breasts and watched as the wax began to drip on my nipples and the delicate tissue surrounding them. It did hurt at first, but sometimes, if it fell directly on the tip of my nipple, it would send a lightning bolt of heated pleasure to my pussy. I tried not to cry out, for fear of punishment, so I could only squirm in my bonds.

He covered first one nipple, then the other, delighting in my reactions. After he had achieved his desired affect he blew out the candle and placed it back in the drawer. Softly, with a look of concentration on his face, he cupped my breasts in his hands from underneath, massaging them. He leaned forward and lightly blew on the wax in an attempt to fully harden it, then carefully peeled the wax from one nipple. Grasping the breast with both hands he encircled the tortured nipple with his lips, suckling it gently. I again let out a moan, his skilled mouth too much for me to<b> bear. </font></b>Now and again he would stop just long enough to rub the swollen nipple between his thumb and forefinger, causing the dampness between my legs to increase. He worked his magic on the opposite side and I begged for him to let me cum. “Not yet slave, not yet,” he quietly answered, as he continued at his task. What talent this man has – no words can fully describe. His interests now changing, he released my breasts. Looking into my nearly delirious eyes he smiled and tenderly brushed my cheek with the back of his hand. “You will learn self-control Little One, I assure you.”

With that he walked to the foot of the table. He opened another drawer, rattled around in it a bit, then closed it again. I could tell he had placed something on the table between my legs, but I was clueless as to what it was. He pulled up a chair and sat down, which put his face level with my exposed cunt. Starting up by my knees, he slowly ran his hands down the inside of my thighs until he reached my box. He used his thumb and forefingers to spread my lips wide, then plunged his tongue deep inside. I gasped, “Oh Master!” In and out his tongue darted as my body trembled. “Master, I am going to cum!”

“No, you will not cum.” Faster and more furiously he lapped at my juices.

“But Master…”

“No ‘buts’. You will not cum until I say.” He did not raise his voice. He did not say it sternly. I did not cum, as I knew it would anger him. All I could do was helplessly lie there and accept the level of ecstasy he had taken me to.

Barely noticeably at first, he pulled my labia away from my body with his fingers. At once the pleasure I had been feeling was replaced by shooting pain, almost as if being attacked by fire ants. I let out a low scream! “Calm down Pet. The pain will soon subside,” he said. Then another wave of pain overtook me as my body jerked. It was not long before I realized that his intent while licking me was not only to bring me pleasure, but to make the labia swell, making it easier for him to put on the alligator clamps.

With a satisfied smile on his face he stood, pushing the chair back behind him. “How does it feel now Little One?” he asked.

“Somewhat better now, Master.”

“Good. It will soon feel much better my pet.” I wasn’t sure how he meant that, but I took him at his word. As usual, he was right. It did feel much better when he began rubbing two of his fingers in and around my pussy, spreading the juices to my delicate rosebud. When I saw him rub the juices on his shaft I knew what was about to happen. He wrapped his arms around my upraised legs to brace himself, then slowly began to insert his firm cock into my ass. I held my breath as I watched him close his eyes and slowly thrust his hips forward. We both let out a groan as he delved further. Ever so slowly he inched his way into me, backing out slightly now and then before resuming his forward pursuit. After he had worked the whole shaft inside me he increased the speed of his pumping, gripping my legs even tighter. Our bodies rocked in a perfect rhythm as he worked himself in and out. Again I begged for relief. “Oh please Master…I need to cum…please Sir.”

“Soon Little One… soon…be patient,” he replied.

He increased his tempo and the force behind it, slamming his groin into my thighs. He let go of my legs and grasped the clamps, pumping inside me all the while. With his eyes still closed he released the clamps and loudly exclaimed, “Cum slave! Cum for your Master NOW!” With just one or two more thrusts our bodies tensed with riveting orgasms, the waves of which seemed to last forever. Never before had I cum with such force and afterwards my body felt as though it had been drained of all energy. We both lie there panting, him leaning on me.

“Thank you Master…thank you…” was all I managed to whisper.

Eventually he released me from my bonds, helped me to sit up, then kissed my forehead gently. “You have made your master happy slave,” he smiled. I returned his smile silently, reveling in my pride.

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