The first BDSM — the real story about Master Whip
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Announcement
“The first time went better than I expected.” No, it”s not about the “first time”, but about meeting the master.
I met Master Whip through an ad I posted on the Internet. I am a happily married woman and I am writing that I am looking for a dominant man who will help me learn to submit. I also emphasized that I didn”t want a real relationship. I”m interested in encounters in cyberspace. A few days later, Master Whip responded.
We agreed to meet on the Internet. There we talked and discussed all the important issues. From the very beginning of our relationship I had great respect for this gentleman. He answered my questions fully and honestly, but demanded the same courtesy from me.
Over the following months we continued to communicate and shared many wonderful moments between ourselves. He had a real gift for skillfully bringing out my submissive side and helping me discover things about myself that I didn”t know. I like it. Perhaps I taught him a thing or two.
During cyber-dating, we vividly discussed with each other what we would do if we were together. Master Whip can ask me out with just words. I could only dream of the feelings that he could give me directly. But I got the chance to make this dream come true.
The stakes are rising
Like I said, I”m happily married. My husband is very caring and a good lover, but he doesn”t share my passion for BDSM. He knew there was a gap in my life that couldn”t be filled. He also understood that this had nothing to do with my love for him.
I accepted the fact that my fantasies would remain unfulfilled because of my love for my husband. He then decided to show me his love in other ways. He wanted me to experience the joys of BDSM for once. I had my doubts, but he convinced me that it was still worth the risk. Having agreed, I realized that I did not need to waste time searching for the ideal master.
I was supposed to become the Master of the Whip.
When I told the Master about my plans, he was delighted. He said he”d always known this day would come, but he didn”t want to pressure me or persuade me into doing something I”d later regret. But before agreeing to help me, he asked me if I was sure I could surrender completely to his control and follow his orders. I said I was convinced. When he was convinced this was truly what I wanted, he agreed. I was thrilled!
Preparations began. He had all the necessary equipment, and I decided to fly to Boston to join him. He arranged everything for my trip. He told me what clothes to wear (the list wasn”t very long) and what adult toys to bring. My husband knew exactly where I would be staying, how to contact me at the hotel, and how to contact the owner of the house. It was important for all three of us that my husband knew I was safe.
First Meeting
After arriving at the airport, I needed to go to the designated car rental counter. The owner had already booked it for me. Then, following his instructions, I went to the hotel. Immediately after checking in and paying, I had to call my husband to let him know I had arrived. The master thought it more prudent to hold the first meeting on neutral territory in my room, rather than in his home. After this evening, if I wanted to continue, he would be waiting for me in his prison the next day.
Over the phone, he ordered me to prepare for our meeting. I had to tie myself to the bed. I was to wear only a blindfold. He knew I wouldn”t be able to tie my hands to the bed myself, so he promised to help. He also ordered me to go to the reception desk and give the guest the room key. I waited for him, feeling wet.
I lay in bed for about 20 minutes, and then I heard the key turn. My heart started pounding. He was pacing quietly around the room. Coming up to me, he said, “I”m happy for you, my slave. It looks like you did everything as you said. I”ll give you another chance to change your mind.” His voice was deep and lifelike. I felt his gaze on my naked, helpless body.
“No, Master. I”m definitely just lust,” I replied quietly.
“Okay, little slut. Can we continue?” He grabbed my free hand and said, “Yes, Master. Tell me, Master.”
“Very well.” He tied my hands to the bedpost and then sat on the bed at my waist. “Let”s see if you followed all my instructions,” he said, placing his finger on my cat. “You”re wet. I told you not to get wet until I say so!” He slapped me and screamed.
My body jerked in surprise. “I”m sorry, Master, but I..”
Another slap! “Did I make you talk?” He growled and slapped me again.
“No. I”m sorry, sir.”
From now on, you are forbidden to say that until I say so.”
I slapped him! I jumped as his hand plunged into my body again, this time on my cat. “I didn”t let you open your mouth. I forgive you for this mistake because this is new to you. Listen to me, and we”ll get along.” “Understood?”
Silence. I was shaking with excitement.
“You can answer, baby,” he said slowly, gently stroking my bottom.
“Yes, master of the whip. I noticed, sir.”
“Good. I knew you”d understand. Now let your fantasies begin.” He stood up, and I felt the bed move. I heard him open the closet, the jingle of hangers. I thought he was hanging there, undressing. Soon, I felt him in bed again. He placed his hand under my stomach and lifted me slightly. He pushed a pillow under me.
“This makes me more comfortable and gives me access to the orifice I”ve chosen.” He stood up again and admired his handiwork. “What a wonderful sight. There”s nothing more arousing than the sight of a helpless girl waiting for him to use her.” He plucked up his courage so much that goosebumps ran down his spine. “Oh! “I almost forgot. Open your mouth, baby.” I did as he ordered, and he inserted a gag into my mouth, clamping it tightly behind my head. “We don”t want our new neighbor to find out what we”re doing and hear all the screams and yells.”
When everything was ready, he said it was time to begin. I felt him sitting on the bed between my legs. Suddenly, I shuddered as he drove a long, thick, cold object into my wet pussy. He grabbed my buttocks with one hand and began to insert and withdraw the object with the other. Waves of pain and pleasure ran through my body. He clearly didn”t want to start the game softly.
“Do you like it, slut?” he asked, piercing me again and again. All I could do was moan. I know what I like. Sluts won”t admit it, but they like it. But the dampness gives them away. And you too.” Back and forth, harder and harder. This object and the master attacked me. He squeezed my buttocks tightly. “As much as you like it, you have no right to cum in me until I give you permission. This is one of the greatest signs of submission that a submariner can show to a master.”
As frightened as I was by the unexpected force he used, I immediately felt my body tense and plunge into a breathtaking orgasm. My velvety shell clenched and unclenched again and again. I moaned louder and louder. He continued even stronger. “How dare you! You challenged me again! You don”t think I”ll give up just because you came the first time, do you? You will be punished!” He laughed, still holding the object in his hands.
“Maybe I should take my frustrations out on your cute ass.” Without further warning, he pushed the object into my virgin anus with equal force. I let out a muffled scream as tears streamed from my eyes. I had no way to stop him. He gave me the opportunity to say no at first, not knowing that he could be so cruel. But deep down he knew that this was exactly what I wanted.
I have to finish! Get ready to fill me up! So he inserted his dick into my still wet pussy and continued to insert the dildo into my ass. It seemed like he was entering me forever, his experienced member filling me completely. He knew what he wanted and asked for it. The sensations I experienced were definitely foreign to me. The unrelenting force with which he worked me made my body scream, but my cat-like walls ached with the desire for him to continue. I was happy to satisfy my master.
“How can you be so cruel?” I thought to myself. But it was clear that I liked it. Can I finish, teacher? Owner. please make me cum again! I screamed, but I couldn’t hear anything because of the gag. “Yes! YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He groaned when he realized what I was asking. As my body shook with an even stronger orgasm, a huge amount of cum flooded my body.
Completely exhausted, he collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath. I was out of breath too. After a while, he slid off me, and the dildo fell out of my ass. The teacher removed my gag, untied the blindfold, and then said, “Well, baby. How did this even happen?” He asked. “I”m silent. I knew you”d say that,” he said, grinning.
After a short rest, he went to the bathroom. I didn”t dare look at him or speak. After a shower, he returned. “I”m giving you up so you can clean yourself up. Be a good boy and do it now,” he said, untying the rope. Then he playfully spanked my sore bottom, and I got up and went to the bathroom.
When I returned, the bed had already been made up, and he had placed a makeshift cot next to it. “This is where I will sleep tonight,” he pointed to the regular bed. “You will sleep there,” he pointed to the floor. I remained silent. “Lie down and let me fasten the chain and collar to you. I don”t want you to do anything stupid tonight without my knowledge.”
I knelt quietly. Once the collar was secured, he attached the chain to the bedpost. “To earn my trust, my dear, you must first prove your solvency.” I nodded slowly, indicating that I had noticed. He gestured for me to lie down. Then he covered my naked body with the blanket and wished me goodnight. Risking speaking without permission, I whispered, “Goodnight, Master.” “Sweet dreams.” Soon I fell into a deep and exhausting sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, it took me a moment to remember where I was. I turned toward the bed, looked up, and saw the Master lying slightly over the edge, his head in his hands, smiling. “Good morning, little one. How did you sleep?”
“Surprisingly well, Doctor. Thank you for asking.”
“Good.” His smile widened. I smiled. “Now it”s time to make another decision. Shall I frighten you so much that you”ll want to go home today, or can you come and continue our work?”
Without hesitation, I replied, “Please, sir, take me to your place. I long to experience everything you have to offer.”
Thank you, animal. You make me proud and deserve a reward.”
After getting dressed and packing, we left the hotel, returned the rental car, and drove off, ready to begin a new day as master and slave.
Continued
When we got to his car, he immediately put a leather collar around my neck. It was strange. Half an hour later we arrived at his house on the outskirts of Boston. We hardly spoke. Basically, he just beamed his beautiful smile, and you became his prisoner. Not physically, but spiritually.
When we arrived, he brought my bag and then showed me his house. He saved the best for last — the dungeon was breathtaking. The entire entrance wall consisted of windows. The opposite wall was mirrored, as was most of the ceiling. This made the room seem much larger than it actually was. Whips, chains, shackles, floggers and all sorts of tools hung next to the door. The fourth wall was the most frightening, as there were various shelves, tables, leather swings, etc. A veritable paradise of slavery, before which I felt respectful excitement.
My guide then ordered me to take a shower. He then ordered me to meet him in the dining room for brunch, wearing only a collar. Our conversation after the meal was very comfortable and informal, but tense given my complete lack of clothing. I think that was his plan — to provide me with everything I needed to be comfortable, but I did not forget that he was still in control of the situation. After we ate, he reattached the chain to my collar and led me back to the dungeon.
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“On your knees,” he ordered, undressing. I lowered myself into the correct position that he had taught me earlier: legs wide apart, back straight, head down, eyes tied behind my back. “Oh, you were very attentive, weren”t you?”
“Let’s do it, sir,” I replied calmly.
“Not bad for a newbie, but you need to learn to be more graceful. Girlfriends should always be graceful.”
“Yes, sir. Master, I will practice.”
“Look at this. Okay, my little one, do you know what the owner wants now?
My heart was racing at the thought of him failing the test. “I think so, master,” I answered quietly, looking down.
“Let’s see how careful you are,” he replied, standing in front of me in all his naked glory.
I leaned forward, clasping my hands behind my back, my lips touching the back of his bare feet. Gently, seductively, I kissed him, and then slowly began to approach his feet.
When I reached the top of his leg, I stared at his perfect erection sticking out right in front of my face. When he shifted his position slightly, I gasped at the sight before me. I took a deep breath and then greedily took his dick into my mouth. It was too big to support the whole thing. It tasted so good and the cum was already on the tip. I wanted to do it again, so I pushed it down his throat one more time.
I moved furiously up and down on his dick, and his moans became louder. He put his hands on my head and started moving his hips back and forth, giving me what I craved. She held on for a long time, but my mouth began to get tired and I released the precious liquid. What a pleasure for me! I drank this nectar like crazy. I wanted all his cum!
His dick went soft and he grabbed my head tightly and told me to stop. I opened my mouth and looked up: his eyes were still closed, and there was a very pleased expression on his face. It was a good boy, Ondori,” he said, breathing heavily. I”m very happy.” He let go of my head.
He walked over to what looked like a gynecological chair. He leaned against it, inhaling. Then he straightened up and stroked it. Let”s go, baby. Come here please. It”s time to continue the lesson.” I did everything as he ordered. He helped me put my feet into the holder.
Then he fastened me to this machine with soft belts. Without saying a word, he opened one of the desk drawers and took out a candlestick and matches. I watched with curiosity as he lit the candle. As the tip began to melt, he looked into my eyes and grinned. “Don”t worry, it won”t hurt you.” That”s all,” he said. He held the candle over my chest and watched as the wax dripped onto my nipples and the tender skin around them. It hurt at first, but every now and then a drop would hit the tip of my nipple and a hot flash of pleasure would pass through my pussy. I tried not to scream to avoid punishment, and could only squirm in my chains.
Rubbing first one nipple, then the other, he enjoyed my reaction. Having achieved the desired effect, he blew out the candle and placed it in the box. With a gentle, focused expression on his face, he cupped and massaged my breasts with his hands from below. He leaned forward and blew lightly on the wax to harden it, then carefully removed it from one nipple.
The master cupped my breasts with both hands and pressed his lips to my tortured nipples, sucking them gently. I moaned again, his skilled mouth was too strong. Every now and then he would stop rubbing my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and increase the wetness between my legs. I asked him to let me go, but he said it was not time yet. The talent of this man cannot be described in words. Then he let go of my chest, looked into my almost crazy eyes, smiled and gently stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. You will learn to control yourself, baby, I assure you.”
With these words he walked to the end of the table. He opened another drawer, stirred a little, and closed it again. I saw that he put something on the table between my legs, but I couldn’t understand what it was. He pulled up a chair and sat down so that his face was at the same height as my naked pussy. Starting at my knees, he slowly ran his hands down my inner thighs until he reached his destination. He used his thumb and forefinger to part my lips and then plunged his tongue deep inside. I was out of breath. His tongue moved in and out as my body shook. “Master, I”m coming!
No, don’t cum,” he continued, moving harder.
“I don”t mind. Don”t come until I give you permission.” He didn”t raise his voice. He didn”t say it harshly. I didn”t come because I knew it would offend him. All I could do was lie there helplessly and accept the level of ecstasy he was bringing to me.
At first it was almost imperceptible, but then he tore my labia from my body with his fingers. Soon, as if I was being attacked by fire ants, the pleasure I felt was replaced by shooting pain. I let out a low scream. Calm down, honey. The pain will pass soon,” he said. Then another wave of pain hit me as my body jerked. I soon realized that his intention when he licked me was not only to give me pleasure, but also to make his labia swell so that it would be easier to insert the clamps.
With a satisfied smile on his face, he stood up, pushing his chair back. “Baby, how are you feeling now?” — He asked.
“A little better, master.
“Okay. It”ll be much better soon.” I didn”t know what he was going to say, but I took him at his word. As always, he was right. I was very pleased when he began to rub my pussy with his fingers and distribute the juices over the bud. When I saw that he began to rub his juices all over my penis, I knew what was about to happen.
He wrapped his arms around my raised legs and began to slowly push his hard cock into my anus. I held my breath as I watched him slowly move his hips forward with his eyes closed. We both moaned as he went deeper. As he penetrated deeper, he increased the speed and squeezed my legs even more. Our bodies swayed in perfect rhythm. I begged again, “Please, please, please, please, please. Please, please.”
He replied, “Soon, baby. Soon. Hang in there.”
He increased the pace and intensity and came down on me. He let go of my legs and grabbed the clamps. Still with his eyes closed, he shouted loudly. Now hold still for the Master!” After a few more thrusts, our bodies tensed with orgasm. I had never come with such force before. My body felt as if all the energy had been drained from it. We both lay there, breathing, and he leaned on me.
“Thank you, teacher. Thank you. — All I could whisper.
He finally let me go, helped me sit up, and then kissed me gently on my forehead. “You made your master happy,” he smiled. I smiled quietly at him. “I enjoyed it with pride.”
MOVED TO MY APARTMENT
