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An Ingenue Awakens Ch. 01

By: Sweet_P



I met him at a private cocktail party. He was a business colleague of a mutual friend, someone who I should have crossed paths with before, but somehow had been eluded by. I was up to my third martini when I saw him across the room. Actually, I’m not sure that’s what happened at all. More like I felt his stare burning into the skin of my back, left bare by my halter-neck dress. As if in slow motion, I turned around, my eyes scanning the room as I did, and finally meeting his intense gaze. My mouth dropped open, as I drew in a gasp of surprise.

His eyes were smoldering dark brown. His skin was a tanned olive, and his hair was jet black. He wore a simple suit with a plain white shirt, and as my eyes feasted on him, I realised my feet already begun to transport me over to where he stood.

“Hi,” I said, almost dazed by the animal magnetism that oozed from his very being.

“Hello,” he said.

“How long have you been watching me?” I asked.

“Three short seconds,” he said.

“Oh!” I said, embarrassed. He’d hardly even noticed me all night, and here I was just swanning up to him like it was my God given right. As I turned to go, he put his hand on my forearm and immediately I felt electricity pass between us.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked, quite matter-of-fact. I turned back and met his gaze again.

“Yes I am,” I said, though I hadn’t known I’d say that at all. He took the martini glass from my hand, placed it on the window sill, turned me around and ushered me to the door with his hand on the naked flesh of the small of my back. Already I felt a burning sensation between my legs – I was well on the way to soiling my panties. I didn’t even consider saying goodbye to the host. I simply went where I was lead.

Outside, we hailed a taxi and climbed into the back seat. He gave directions to the driver – a hotel in the city, then casually slid his right hand up the inside of my left thigh, found the edge of my panties, pulled them aside and slid his fingers between my wet pussy lips. He rubbed his fingers up and down until I thought I would cum right there in the cab, then took them out and raised them to my lips. Like an obedient child, I opened my mouth and leaned forward to lick his fingers clean of my own juices.

When we reached his hotel room, he put the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the outside of the door, then slid the safety bolt into place. Silently he went to the mini bar and poured us both a drink. He handed me mine then walked past me to a chair in the corner where he seated himself and crossed his legs. I stood in the middle of the floor, not knowing quite what to do. “Nice dress,” he said. I smiled at the compliment. “Take it off.” 

I was startled by his frankness, but I was so wet by that stage, that I was eager to get to the bed. I put my drink down, raised my arms to the ties at the back of my neck, undid them, and allowed my dress to fall to the floor. As I stood in nothing but my black lace panties and my spike heels, his eyes appraised every inch of my body.

“Very good,” he said, approval edging his voice. “Turn around.” I did as he asked. “Bend,” he said, and again, I did as he asked. “Now spread your legs”. With both hands placed on my knees, I stepped my legs almost two feet apart. I could almost feel the heat of his gaze, burning through my panties to my buttocks, and as I stood there, I began to feel my pussy become wetter and wetter with anticipation.

Suddenly, he was behind me. He ran his fingertips from the base of my neck down to my spine and I arched my back at his touch. He slid his right hand inside my panties and ran it over the roundness of one cheek. Then I felt my panties tighten as he gripped them at the seam and tore them open. The right side hung torn from my hips as he ripped the left side, then wrenched my panties from between my legs and discarded them carelessly. He ran both his hands over my wantonly spread cheeks now and I began to sway, heat building deep inside my glistening pussy.

Momentarily he stepped away from me, but I was reassured of his presence again when he placed his left hand back on my right buttock. He began to smooth it lovingly and I allowed myself to enjoy the touch of his warm palm.

“You know where this is leading, don’t you?” he questioned.

“Ah…” I replied but before I could answer, he had administered two sharp hot cracks from the crop to each of my cheeks. I let out a cry of shock and gasped at the searing pain generated from my arse and running through my entire body.

“Say thank you,” he said, his left hand smoothing my cheeks again.

“Thank you,” I said. He removed his hand again and before I knew it, I felt the hot crack of the crop against my cheeks again!

“Ahhh!” I cried out, shocked at how excruciating the pain was.

“Say thank you,” he said again.

“Thank you,” I whispered, the words barely audible, the white flash of pain still dancing before my eyes.

“Now say ‘can I have some more?’” He grabbed my hair with his free hand and pulled my head back to hear the words.

“Can I have some more,” I moaned, dying for another serving but fearing being struck again.

“There’s a good girl,” he said and he returned his hand to my arse, smoothing each cheek again before administering yet another pair of sharp cracks from the crop. I cried out louder this time, I could feel the welts forming on my butt, but I was strangely aroused by this cruel mix of pleasure and pain. As my breathing became more jagged, he leaned in close to my ear and told me to get on my knees. I gratefully bent them and moved my hands behind me to my shoes.

“Uh-uh!” he exclaimed before I could loosen them. “Shoes on.”

He moved around in front of me and I was shocked by his nakedness. I had no idea when he had removed his clothes and immediately I was presented with his hot hard cock. He clutched it around the base and ran the tip of it over my lips. It glided easily with the help of the pre-cum oozing from the engorged head; I couldn’t help but open my lips and let my tongue flick out to lick at his juices.

“That’s it,” he said, taking advantage of my readiness and sliding his cock over my lips, past my teeth, across my tongue and towards the back of my throat. He tasted good – hot and salty already. I moaned with pleasure as he began to work his stiff rod in and out of my mouth. I raised my hands to hold the base and control the motion, only to have him grab them and wrench them around to my back. He paused momentarily as he leaned over to the dresser and opened a drawer to take out a pair of handcuffs. He clicked the bracelets onto each of my wrists, then caught his fingers in my hair to hold it out of the way. My tongue snaked around the now dripping head as my lips ran up and down his shaft. I looked up to see him drop his head back and release a moan.

“That’s it,” he said. “Yeah, that’s very good.”

I picked up the pace, thrusting my mouth down to the base of his cock in quickening motions. I could see he was pleased with my efforts and I wanted him to be totally satisfied. My hands secured, my tits thrust forward, my mouth tight on his cock, I sucked harder as he thrust his hips forward and released a huge hot load in my mouth. I was surprised but I swallowed none the less. He held still, his cock still throbbing in my mouth as the last of his climax subsided, then ran his fingers through my hair and looked down at me.

“Say thank you,” he said. I rested my arse back against my heels, allowed his cock to slip from my mouth and looked up at him, my eyes watering from the effort.

“Thank you,” I said, and felt that I truly meant it. 

An Ingenue Awakens Ch. 02



He took a step back, released my hands from the cuffs, then helped me to my feet.

“Come with me,” he said, then took my hand and led me to the bathroom. “Sit,” he said, indicating the toilet. I put the lid down and seated myself on it. “Spread your legs,” he said, and again, I did as he asked. 

He was the only one who’d been satiated at that stage, so I was very aware that my pussy was dripping wet with all the excitement I’d experienced so far. He stepped back then took a long, lascivious look at the glistening pink folds of my pussy. I felt my clitoris begin to burn all over again with the excitement and the shame of being looked at that way. Then he stepped over to the vanity unit, riffled through a bag, and withdrew something shiny and silver. He held it in his hand while he turned the hot tap on. I wondered what he had in store for me next, and felt my eyes widen with fear when he turned to show me a sparkling cutthroat razor, fully extended and ready for action. He obviously saw the fear in my eyes.

“Don’t worry, my pet,” he said. “Just a little housekeeping…” and with that, he knelt before me and began to remove every single hair from my mound of venus. He rinsed the blade with each stroke so that when it reconnected with my flesh, it was hot and clean, leaving the skin perfectly bare and renewed. He paused momentarily to admire his work so far, then bent forward and licked at my hot red clit with soft dabs from the tip of his tongue. I released a shudder of pleasure, but then he returned to the task at hand, spreading my legs further with a push of his shoulders. He angled the blade sideways and quickly removed the hairs down the outer folds. The sensation was exhilarating – and frightening – but he was so skilled at using the cutthroat. He’d obviously done this before. 

A huge drop of juice running from my exposed pussy to the puckered flower of my ass – I felt embarrassed, because he could see exactly how excited what he was doing made me feel. Then I felt his tongue on my ass, catching the precious drop, dragging it upwards and forcing it back into me. I quivered all over at the touch of his tongue. 

Finally, he parted the outer lips of my pussy and caught the last few hairs along the inner edge with the razor. It was hot, and its scrapes, though clean, burnt momentarily. He finished one side, and then the other, then stood back to admire his work.

“Nice,” he commented, and smiled at me. I returned the smile shyly. He took my hand again, and led me from the bathroom to the bed.  “Get on it,” he said, pointing, and I did, sliding my ass along the bed cover up to the pillow. He went to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and took out a black satin blindfold. He knelt on the bed and slipped it onto my head and over my eyes. It was tight, but not uncomfortable – yet it completely deprived me of my sense of sight. I wondered, with intense excitement, what would happen next. I felt him straddle my hips but was completely surprised when he bent down and passionately kissed me on the mouth. His lips were warm and welcoming as his tongue delved deeply into my mouth and connected with mine. Just when I thought I could get lost in his kiss, he leant away and took my left wrist in his hand. He extended my arm out to the side and I felt him tie it to the bed head with a soft velvet rope. He did the same with my right arm, then I felt him place something around my neck – it was a collar. He fastened it at the front, then pushed me back and secured it to the bed head too. I was completely bound – there was no way I could leave that bed unless he released me.

I felt his body weight leave the bed and I wondered where he had gone and what he had planned next. I managed to kick of my shoes and bend my legs around under me – there was enough movement in the collar to allow me to sit a little higher. 

“Whose slave are you now?” I heard him say from the side of the bed.

“I… I…” I stuttered. I wasn’t sure what I should say. Immediately I felt the crop strike one of my nipples, and I cried out in shock.

“I said, whose slave are you now?” he said again.

“I… I…” stuttered again, completely dumb struck by the excruciating pain. I felt the crack of the crop again on my other nipple, and I couldn’t help but yelp in pain again.

“Whose slave are now?” he said again, and this time I whimpered the answer.

“I’m your slave,” I said feebly, tears welling in my eyes under the blindfold.

“Whose slave?” he said, teasing my right nipple with the tip of the crop.

“Your slave, m… m… master,” I said, as a tear escaped the blindfold and ran down my cheek.

“That’s better,” he said. I felt something cold applied to my nipples - ice to relieve the sting of the crop.

“Thank you,” I said, grateful for the relief.

“Good slave,” he said stroking my hair, and I knew I was beginning to meet his approval.

He rubbed the ice in circles around each nipple, then when it had melted, he took another handful and ran it down my belly to my still dripping wet pussy. I felt him climb onto the bed again then part my knees with his. He held the ice against my hot pink flesh and the pleasure of the cold turned to pain. Just when I thought I couldn’t stand it any more, he pushed the remainder of the ice cubes – all four of them – into my hot, begging pussy. I gasped at the sensation but was helpless to resist.

Then I felt his shoulders against my thighs as he lay his head between my legs, and began to lick the soft pink folds of my pussy, delicately at first, then with increasingly rough strokes, grazing the stubble of his chin against the tender flesh. The pain was excruciating but delicious; I leaned into the bed head and involuntarily tilted my hips upwards – whether I wanted it to or not, my body had completely surrendered to the power of his administrations. Water dribbled back down the path the ice had taken only moments before, my own juices dribbling out with it. He caught it all with his tongue, collecting every last drop, then raised his head to my lips and transferred it all into my mouth. I drank deeply from him, but prayed he would return his attentions to my burning body.

With his mouth still on mine, his tongue forcing itself deep into my throat and out again, I felt his fingers lift the soft hood to reveal the delicate bud of my clit beneath. He circled it with the tip of his cold index finger, then added a second, applying a maddening pressure that had me gasp for breath behind his kiss. The increasing pressure on my clit was too much to bear. I began to buck against the restraints as my hips thrust forwards against his hand, desperate for gratification, aching to be relieved. He quickened the pace and I felt myself lose all control. Utterly at his mercy, I came in a blinding white orgasm. I gasped for air as he removed his tongue from my mouth and his lips from mine. I felt his breath against my right ear. I hardly knew what to do or say or think when he whispered these words.

“Now you truly serve me.”



An Ingenue Awakens Ch. 03



My breath was ragged. I was utterly overwhelmed by the power of the orgasm I’d been brought to at his hands. I felt more than a little dazed. He loosened the bonds on my arms, which had developed needles and pins and had long since gone completely numb.

Free again, the blood began to circulate through the veins of my arms, pulsing in time with the throbbing that continued between my legs. I was completely surprised when he took me in his arms and held me close to his long, lithe body. His breath was deep and loud next to my own. He cradled my head against his chest and spoke softly in my ear.

“Now that you are mine,” he said, “you must learn to trust me completely.” His left arm snaked around my waist and drew my hips close against his, and I felt his cock against me – hot, hard and ready for more action. “In time, you will come to understand exactly how I wish you to please me. And in doing this, you will learn that total submission will always lead to your own satisfaction. You have nothing to fear from me. You are my pet, and your wellbeing is of the utmost importance to me. Even in fear you will trust me without question. Do you understand?” I nodded my head against his chest. His arms tightened against my skin. 

“From now on, you will always answer me verbally, and you will address me as Master. Understand?” he said. I went to nod my head again, but caught myself.

“Yes Master,” I acceded.

“Good,” he said. “Now little slave, I am going to fuck you.” And with that, he turned me in his arms so that I faced away from him. “Get on your knees,” he said. I raised myself to a kneeling position, my arms hanging loosely by my side. He placed his hands on my hips, then ran them both up the bare skin of my back and around to my breasts which were swinging free like heavy pendulums. I felt his body move against mine as he cupped both breasts with his hands, then moved his fingers deftly to my already erect nipples. He rolled them gently, then took them between his thumbs and fingers and began to slowly squeeze, increasing the pressure until my mouth dropped open and I gasped at the pain. Yet he did not release me, but maintained his grip until I felt aflame all over again.

I dragged in a jagged breath and arched my back, pushing my butt out and plunging forward to my hands. He released my nipples. “Excellent,” he said, returning his hands to my shoulder blades. His right hand moved forward to the base of my neck. His left dawdled down to my hip, and gradually I realised he was forcing my face downwards to the bed. I bent my arms to bend to his wishes and as if in approval he reached up and grabbed my loose hair, wrenching my head back to examine my face. He began to grind his hips against my ass, his hard cock barely touching my slit, yet driving me mad with anticipation. A moan escaped my lips, so he turned my face and forced me to bury it amongst the pillows.

He drew his body away from me momentarily then thrust his hot hard cock deep within my cunt with such force, my face scraped forward against the cotton slips. Yet I could not cry out because he continued to hold my head down. The feeling of his rod driving into me, in and out, slowly at first then with an increasing speed felt like being rammed with a red, hot poker. With each thrust he drove himself deeper, the head of his cock scraping across my g-spot with every jab. I was sure I had stopped breathing in order to surrender totally to this man who I hardly knew yet had accepted as my master. Just as I began to feel my climax building within my loins, he withdrew and I wondered if I had done something to displease him. I felt his hand between my legs rubbing back and forth, not to please me but to collect the juices overflowing there. He parted my butt cheeks with one hand, and lubricated my tightly puckered ass with my own juices dripping from the fingers of his other hand. In a split second I realised what was what going to happen and in the next he had thrust his cock up my virgin ass, not even bothering to allow my body to decline the invasion.

Pain seared my body as he began to pump furiously at my ass. I couldn’t believe how excruciating it was, and yet I felt my body surrender to the sensation as I began to push back against his hips involuntarily begging for more. He reached his left hand around to my burning clit and began to rub it with his fingers. He pumped and rubbed alternately and I felt the growing sensation of my climax return to my body.

“Do not come until I say,” he said with the utmost control in his voice. He was truly a master at work. I was incapable of saying anything at that point – my body had taken over and I was at his mercy. I felt a sharp crack against my right butt cheek as he said, “do you hear me?” all the while continuing to pump his cock in and out of my hole. I turned my head from the pillows and snatched a breath of air.

“Yes,” I said, and felt the hot sting of his hand against my ass again.

“Yes, what, you insolent slave?” he demanded.

“Yes, Master,” I replied, my eyes rolling back in my head as I desperately struggled to maintain control over my climax.

He pumped harder and harder into my ass until I thought surely I would split in two. Yet he maintained the same rhythm, his fingers still rubbing my clit relentlessly. Every muscle in my body was tensed in anticipation of the rocking orgasm I knew was approaching. Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly take any more, the speed of his thrusts dramatically increased and he began to cry out in pain.

“Now, my slave, now,” he exclaimed. “Come for me slave!” And with his fingers still on my red clit I allowed my body to give in to his administrations and was overtaken with an orgasm, the power of which I had never experienced before. As I did he released his hot load deep within my ass, placing both his hands on my hips, and holding my body to him while he felt the full force of his own climax. We were frozen together for a moment, lost in ecstasy. Then I felt his arms circle my waist, his torso leaning forward against my body and he allowed me to relax my pose, his cock still buried in my ass. We lay there for what seemed like an eternity, our breathing returning to normal, my senses in total overload.

Who was this man? How was it that in one short evening, I had allowed my body if not my soul, to become entwined with his? He raised his right hand to my hair and stroked it away from my sweat soaked face. His body was hot and wet against mine. We lay there together, and I felt completely possessed.

“Come,” he said quietly in my ear. “You may bathe me now.” His arms released me and he stood up from the bed. He held his hand out to me and I took and allowed him to lead me to the bathroom. 

“Turn on the shower,” he said and I obeyed his command. He stepped under the powerful water jets and handed me the soapy sponge. I rubbed it lovingly all over every square inch of his chiseled body, familiarising myself with him intimately. I found myself on my knees, my face buried in his crotch, my arms wrapped around his legs, and I began to sob with gratitude as his stroked my hair under the streaming water. 

“You have done very well for an initiate,” he said. “But this is only a little taste of what it will take to truly serve me. I have no doubt that you are capable,” he said, and when I heard those words, I wanted nothing more than to submit myself to his every whim.

We left the shower and I toweled him dry. He honoured me by doing the same for me. He wrapped a robe around himself then led me back to the bedroom where my dress still lay abandoned on the floor. He picked it up and lowered it over my head, fastening the ties at my neck. He retrieved my shoes and held them out for me to slip my feet into, deftly buckling the straps. He picked up my underwear, held them to his nose and took a deep breath from their soiled crotch, then turned and placed them in the bin.

He came back to me and lifted the skirt of my dress. He slid two fingers between my slit then pushed them directly into my pussy. 

“This belongs to me now,” he said. “Share it with another and you will be punished. Understand?”

“Yes Master,” I said, my body beginning to become aroused again by his touch. He withdrew his fingers, then inserted them in mouth and allowed me to lick them clean.

“When I call you, be prepared to do exactly as I say,” he said.

“Yes Master,” I replied. And with that, he escorted me to the door.

As I rode the lift to the lobby, then walked out of the hotel and stepped into a cab, I wondered how long it would be before he summoned me to serve him again.