●A Memorable First Date with Dom - D/s fiction

  (D/s fiction)        ©Quinn  2011/2015   

I am  dressed to meet you in the  manner  you  require-–appropriate for  an  elegant  public place but with ease of access for you, at your whim. I am excited to be with you and greatly anticipating  the  evening !

I‘m wearing a nice black Evan Picone blazer over a collarless scooped-necked buttoned red blouse which shows a hint of my ample cleavage. My black skirt is a modest  enough length– 3″ above the knee, with buttons up one side and a generous slit concealed in the back.  For you I wear black suede heels, simple with a flower of studded black leather.  They are uncomfortable –I do not like  wearing  heels– but I know they look  good and  I know you will like that I wore them for you. Under it all,  black  thigh-highs [as always]  and a corset-thong  set in red and  black.

I see your obvious approval  of my clothing when you first  lay eyes on me  and  that in itself  excites me.  A  good start to the evening.  During dinner you tell me in a low voice to un-do  three buttons of the skirt,  unseen under the table, as well as the top  two buttons of the blouse.   We are in a secluded booth away from other diners, but you will not embarrass me or yourself by  taking my compliance too far in public.

Instead you progress verbally, telling me that you would un-do another two blouse buttons, exposing my pushed-up breasts for your visual consumption. You tell me you would then have me spread my legs in their  black thigh-highs, as I un-do more skirt buttons,  exposing my  barely-covered  pussy area. 
And  you  state what you  would do with the exposed whore before you, were we not in a  public place.  I am quite excited– I  just want  to leave from the restaurant right now to be taken  and  claimed by your dominance !
But you take your sweet time,  dawdling over dessert and coffee.  You are making me crazy, Sir!  Of course, it’s all calculated on your part, secure in your authority over me, and delighting in your ability to provoke reactions in me. 

After what seems like forever  we are at last in your hotel room. You circle me with your strong arms and kiss me deeply. I am already wet from my arousal at dinner and the kiss arouses me further yet, with butterfly flip-flops in my  stomach.
You pull  away, taking  in the whole picture visually, then order me to sit on the bed  and do as you’d said at dinner, undoing more buttons. I comply, with four on the blouse and sixon the skirt,  with my legs spread, to expose my assets for  your approval. 

Slut–you  say,  smiling. You slut whore. Are you a slut  whore–my  slut  whore?‘

'Yes,  Sir.’   {I  like it  when a  Dom  calls  me  a  slut  and  whore,  it  gets  me  hot !}

You remove your jacket and tie, loosen your collar, remove your belt. Your hard-on is obvious in your pants.  You know that I am staring there and you smile to yourself; a sly smile, as if  thinking  of a private joke.  You are aware of my desire to  please you with  a passionate cock-sucking,  but  you have made it clear beforehand  that I must earn the privilege of pleasing  you in that way,  as  a preface to earning the  privilege of you fucking me.

You delight in the thought of creating difficulty for me, to test my resolve. Because you have taken me as your submissive,  I know and have implicitly agreed to the reality that you can,  and probably will, throw any number of challenges my way–just because you can and it amuses  you. 

    I feel that you can see into my head when you  tell me that  you sense a particular fear I have -- a fear and desire in darkness at the same time – to experience anal. You seem to already know that I am an  ‘ass-virgin’,  and run with it.  

You say:  Remove your clothing – except for the thigh-highs, thong and corset – and lay face down on my bed.   Do not  look at me.  Do as told. 

I comply, of course, with growing  anticipating mixed with a definite anxiety,  almost  a dread. 
I  trust  in my deepest  heart you  would never  want to harm me—I  know it.  But still I am afraid of anal. I’ve always been somewhat  repulsed by the thought of it, and I am afraid it will hurt more than I can  take, and not be at all erotic  for me – disappointing him. I know most men want this activity, for the tightness as well as it being the ultimate domination act.  For these reasons, wanting to please my Dom, I want  to  be  able  to  do  this  for  him.

I lie there, legs spread, waiting . . and waiting. You are silent, but I hear you removing your clothing.  You pour a drink. You put on some music. I do not look your way or speak but I wish you would just get on with it, get it over with.
I am ordered to  ‘assume the position' – face- down–ass -up.

I hear you behind me on the  bed, at the vee between my spread  legs.  I am both excited and scared, anxious.  You lean over me, your knees spreading my thighs further and the tip of your cock  in contact with a  cheek. You  whisper  to my  ear, lowly:

Do you truly want to please me, to surrender and submit to me–will you do whatever I want of you?

A  whispered  answer :  ‘Yes  Sir.’

Say  it out  loud,  you say.

‘Yes, Sir,  I  do,  I will,  Sir.’  

Good Girl.  You want to be my Good Girl,  don’t you?  My Good Girl who earns what she wants from  me ?

‘Yes,  Sir, I’m a Good Girl !’

You sit  back,  playing  with my ass cheeks, spreading  them some, then slapping  my ass  a  few  times.

You like  that,  don’t  you, slut ?

‘Yes,  Sir.’

Tell  me  truthfully,  you do not  really  want  me  to  fuck your ass,  do you?

‘No,  Sir.‘              You strike my  ass  sharply  several  times.

Then you were dishonest when you agreed that you would do anything I wanted. Is that a correct statement?

‘No, it’s not. I do want to please you, very much. I answered honestly. You make it seem like I'm lying to you. S I R.’

A  hand is  placed to the  small of my back for restraint and the other hand spanks  me  hard  and  fast.  Not an  erotic  spank,  but  punishing  strikes,  stinging  and  burning.

You  were warned of consequences for running that sassy mouth,  slut. .  (the  strikes  continue.)  I  will  not  tolerate  your disrespect  or  lying. . .this  goes  without  saying.

Silent tears are streaking  my  face at  the  punishing  pain,  and  that  you  are  already displeased  with  me.

‘Yes, Sir. Thank  you.  Sir. . I’m  sorry, Sir, for insolence and disrespect.  I’m sorry, please forgive me,  Sir.’

It matters little to me if you are sorry–words are easy. Understand that your integrity is damaged  from your  disrespect of me.  You  shall  take  a lesson  from  this– you  say.   Now  turn  over  and  sit up.

The  strikes have  stopped;  my skin is on fire.  I sit up, the tears still  flowing.  You  hold  me  close  and  whisper :

No  more  tears.  Be  a  Good Girl.   We  move  on  now.

‘Yes,  Sir,  thank   you,  Sir.  Thank   you.’

You  kiss me  again,  a real ‘make-out’ kiss  that  fuels  a new  surge in my  arousal.  

‘Sir,  permission  to  speak  freely?’

Yes,  tell me what you want me to know.

‘Sir,  may  I   pleasure  you  now  by   sucking  your  cock?  Sir?’

You reply : Oh,  you will – I require it,  to be sure,  but  you’re not there yet. 

[Fuck !  what do I have to do for that ??— but it stays in my head this  time.

I almost sassed again as a reflex,  but manage to hold my tongue. I learn! ] 

You say :  I wanted to test your resolve of sincerity with a commitment to submit to an anal fuck.  We will address that later, be assured. There is something  else  that presents a barrier of fear for you.  I believe I know what it is, but you are to tell me.  What do you think I will require of you in your submission,  for you to earn my approval?  You are to tell me.  Now.

I don’t know what to do. I do not want to say it,  as that will guarantee it happening.  I’m starting to rethink this whole thing –why in hell does he need to make it all so difficult and dramatic?  I just want to suck his beautiful cock to bring him pleasure, and to have him fuck me however he  wishes.  That’s a good deal to me !

I am waiting:  you  say.  Tell  me. Now.

I’m trying to decide  yay or nay, with your pressure on me muddling my head.

Stand up:  you say,  taking my arm to lead me to a short hallway.

   Do you refuse  to comply  with my order to tell me?

‘I just can’t, Sir.’   I feel like I’m near tears again,  fighting hard to control it. 

With your grip  firm on my arm and your gaze straight,  excluding me, I am led down the hall  and  told to strip naked and put my face to  the wall.  Your tone of voice is  even,  a measured  control  in your displeasure.  You release your grip and speak softly to me, your face  inches  from  mine  as you apply a blindfold.  I love blindfolds  but  this  is different--it is not  erotic now. In  fact it starts a fear bouncing  wildly in my head.  I don’t  dare  speak.

You say:  You made an agreement to surrender your will to me. I accepted,  and it is mine now,  mine–if you are my submissive. You trust me in my knowledge and judgment to make all decisions, in thiat I know best what to do in my natural dominance. Is this an accurate  statement?.

‘Yes, Sir.’

Say  that  again.

‘Yes  Sir,  that  is  accurate.’

Do  you  wish  to  have  me  as  your  Dom — your   Master?

‘Yes,  Sir,  please.  I  do.'

Very  well  then,  you  will  accept  my  decisions.
‘Yes, Sir,  I  will.’

And   you  acknowledge  the  disrespect  of  not  complying   with  my  order?

'Yes,  Sir,  I  admit  that.’

You  command  me  to  turn  around.

I’m startled by a quick sharp slap to my face. .followed by a deep kiss and your hard cock  grinding on me.. oh god. . Another much harder slap, followed by a quick but skillful tease of my clit.  as you kiss me again . . oh god please - just fuck me now !  

You  say:  Disrespect pays a price.  It is necessary that you learn and evolve from your mistakes.  So listen closely to me now, and understand. Lace your fingers together behind your head, like a cop would tell you. You are not to speak until spoken to, nor move from that position until I am done with the punishment, and permit you to move and speak.  Tell me you  understand.

 

‘Yes,  Sir,  I understand,  Sir.’   I am led into a room off the hall.

I'm a little frightened. . and suddenly aroused as well !  I can hear you moving about, then  hear nothing for what seems a long time. I am becoming uncomfortable holding the assigned pose but determined to keep to your order, not from fear  but in my absolute need to please  you.

.

.  .  .  . .  then   it   happens .  .  .

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You say : You know you needed for this to happen. You have  earned punishment, and you are feeling  very humiliated now-- good, I want that !  You need that, but this also arouses you in  a  confusing way.  You need this. You need it and you want it. You love it and crave it!  Tell me.  Tell me.  Say  it now, slut,  tell me.

‘Oh god– Yes, Sir ! Yes Sir! . . oh god  yes,  yes,  I do need  it,  yes---please !  I love  it, I need it !  I do. Master,  I’m helpless in my surrender to you,  Sir. .  . thank you !‘ 

I know the truth --there is no hiding from you. You know me. I am Yours.  You knew that I needed this,  you knew it when I myself did not.  I crave your approval, your  touch– I need you above all that I know and  I tremble  before your rightful  dominance.  I feel so intensely close to  you now, totally possessed  and  owned. . .  complete.

‘‘Thank  you,  thank  you.  Sir.’

You  kiss  me  and  say  you  are  so  proud  of  your  Good  Girl. 

I’m  glowing.  ‘Thank   you,  Sir!’ 

Good  Girl– my  best Good Girl.  Yes. . yes, my  sweet whore– my slut whore - you are Mine.  Your purpose is to please me and serve me as I wish- I am your Master!  You belong to me, I own you. You  are  Mine.   

As you pronounced your ownership of me, I watched your beautiful cock grow and point to heaven in response to what thosewords defined in you,   a manifestation of your total power.
And those words shot me like a hot arrow, branding me to my core. . . an immediate trembling  explosion of utter and pure happiness.

You continued :

You will kneel to me now, to honor my rightful dominance with your absolute surrender in  submission.  Prove to me you are worthy to please  me.  Get on your knees to me and suck my  cock,  love my cock, worship my cock,  the  way I tell you– and  do  not stop until  told. 
Put your hands behind your neck,  with your fingers laced as before.  You will do as I say, at all times, because you want nothing more than to please me,  to be my Good Girl.  If you perform  to my liking,  as I trust you shall,  I will allow you to cum,  when I want it from you. This is only  the beginning ! 

 ’Oh thank you, yes, for allowing me  your cock.  I want nothing more in this world than to please and serve you,  to honor you,  I need it.  Thank  you,  Master. . . My  Master.’
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..................  author’s note :  What ‘it’ was –her fear &  her experience -- is  intentionally  not  specified, and  not necessarily what you may assume.  The  reader can use  her/his own  point  of reference.