1 comments/ 11585 views/ 0 favorites Leaving a Good Impression Ch. 01 By: lne_iii She stood in the doorway just as I had told her to. Her t-shirt was funny, and also integral to my plans as they were. We had done some playing before, but things kept getting in the way of us actually "going all the way" ...Tonight that was all going to change. She's totally and completely mine: heart, mind, body and soul. I want her to know this, as well as I do. "Nice" ...I read on the front of the t-shirt, black with white lettering...knowing full well that the back contradicts the front by saying "naughty". She was a naughty girl before I had a chance to make her that way, but I believe that I made her even more so. This shirt I found to be perfect for our situation...I had planned out what was going to happen, not play by play mind you...but more or less. She has this little digital camera she carries everywhere, all the better. Part of my ideas, part of her complete submission to me as my slave...was not only her consenting to taking any pictures that I want, but also the fact that she's going to send them to me...no matter how nasty or degrading or embarrassing. She had gotten all the details right...she always pays close attention when I tell her what I want. The t-shirt was right, the pocketless jeans were there. Her sexy little glasses were on, as they usually were...hair in a ponytail. As I hug her and lean back for the first kiss of the night, I lightly pinch her ass just to make sure...yes...she's wearing underwear, just as I instructed. Sometimes she doesn't, and this was an important detail for me. In this case, panties are definitely in the grand scheme of things...because I love to have my slave beg for what she wants...and if she doesn't beg properly, as she's found in the past...she doesn't get what she wants. So the clothing was right...but did she bring everything? I ask, and tell her to set everything out on the bed. It's a rather large bed, which makes the hotel room rather small by comparison, but that's perfectly all right. A hotel seemed to be the best option, due to privacy concerns...total and complete aloneness. Cell phones were brought, but turned off for the immediate future. No interruptions. The contents of the carry-on come out one by one: The "Evil" Hairbrush The "toy" The camera The leash/collar Batteries, should some of the above items run out... The stockings, leather cord, and leftover holiday ribbon. The nipple clamps, chained together at a short length The sleep mask... Yes, looks like it's all here. I hug her again, hold her close, and put my lips to her ear... "Good girl, I'm proud of you for remembering it all." Then suddenly, I take a notion to lightly bite her ear, she grabs me tensely... I kiss her ear and move down to the neck, kissing it first, biting a little harder... I lean back a bit and look into her eyes... "I love you, sweetheart." She opens her mouth to answer, and I go in for the kiss... She gasps around and in between our kisses, I've pushed all the playthings aside and we've fallen onto the bed. We sit up long enough to take our shoes and socks off...she goes to crawl deeper into the bed...looking back at me to follow. I shake my head no, and curl my finger towards myself...back to the edge...I wasn't done there yet. I pulled her up off of the bed, standing myself...I hold her for a moment, and spin her around, holding her from behind. We sway a bit, she turns to me and smiles, kissing me. My hands always find their mark when we are like this, as I lightly rub a finger up and down her pussy...I reach up a bit and unbutton/unzip her jeans, pulling them off of her. "Now..." I say, "Now, we can get up there." I watch her crawl to the back of the bed, on her fours, teasing me...she must have known I was going to watch...swaying her ass a bit more than normal...knowing that I'm watching it rub slightly against her pink silky panties. What a bad girl. No, not bad, naughty. Just like the back of the shirt says. She's looking at me expectantly now, she's wanted this for as long, and as fervently as I have. I take my time removing all of the excess stuff from the bed...setting it on the table in the corner. All but the hairbrush, I smile as she notices that it's in my hand. "On your fours, sweetheart." She knows what this means. Obediently, she rests on her hands and knees, pointing her lovely little ass in my direction. She sways just a bit, as if she had a tail...mischievously swinging it at me, daring me. She knows this will earn her all the more of an intense spanking for being such a brat. I rub the hairbrush up against her ass...teasing a bit. Hehe, now we're having fun. WHACK! WHACK! ...I begin to spank her naughty little ass with the hairbrush. I laugh a little bit, the shirt just makes it so great. I can hear her, "mmm" "ahh" ...as I continue to pop her ass...noise not being a concern. The nice popping sounds, coupled with her appreciative noises is of course turning me on more than I would let her know at this point. "Know what would make this better sweetheart?" I knew that she did... "Mmmhmm...I do, Master." Good answer, but not nearly good enough... "And what's that? Hmmm?" Hehehe, I love this part. "It would be better if you took my panties off, master..." "I agree...do you want me to take them off, sweetheart?" I got an "mmmhmmm" in response, but she should know by now that that's not what I want. I stop spanking her altogether. I gently rub two of my fingers against her now fairly wet pussy...just barely, so that she knows that I'm there, but it's not any more than teasing... She understood fairly quickly after that. She had to beg. She was still slightly uncomfortable with begging, but she knew that I loved it. She knew that it showed submission, which is what I wanted her to do. She began to buck slightly against my fingers, trying to make the sensation more intense. "Please, master...please take my panties off and spank my ass...please..." I could hear the desperation, and her body was unconsciously begging right along with her. I smiled, and reached up around the waistband and yanked her panties off unceremoniously. Her ass was slightly reddened from the padded spanking, but now she had no protection at all. I considered a moment, leaving her panties around her ankles...decided against it and tossed them to the floor. "There we go, that's much better...now as you were sweetheart, spread wide for me." As she complied...I began to wail on her ass all the harder: side to side, up and down...leaving a nice reddish glow in my wake. I stopped for a moment...rubbing my hands up and down her ass, grabbing it, pinching it...just for kicks I bent down and bit her on one side of her ass...and for good measure I kissed the other side. "Don't move sweetheart..." I get up from the bed to grab the camera.... Snap. Snap. Hehe =D "Now, sit up a bit, on your knees, yes...that's good baby." Snap. Had to get that "Naughty" in there with her very reddened backside. I put the camera down on the table, next to the hairbrush...she's watching me. Eyes somewhat watery, yup...I spanked her good =D I sat her down normally, our legs hanging off the edge of the bed, swinging a bit. "Well, honey, did you have fun?" "Yes Master, I did..." She grinned at me, I leaned over and kissed her, whispered in her ear that she was 'my good girl...my naughty little slave' ...to which she smiled. I sneaked an "I love you" in there, and began to tug her shirt over her head. "Well, we're just getting started...I hope you've got more where that came from, because I do." To be continued, if you want it. Leaving a Good Impression Ch. 02 "Well, we're just getting started...I hope you've got more where that came from, because I do." She gave me that very cute, nervous but excited grin...and then I knew that she was ready for more, much more. What next? Hmm...so many options...first things first, there were still clothes in the way. I let her know this bothered me by stroking her breasts through the somewhat forgiving fabric of the bra. As she was removing that, I used that time to dispose of my clothes in a haphazard fashion, my mind was already in overdrive. Probably because my eyes never left her...I saw that her nipples were already poking out excitedly from what little attention I had paid her breasts so far...Hmmm. I sat down again on the edge of the bed again, my full-on erection in plain view now, I could see her eyeing it hungrily. "You want my cock, don't you, slave?" "Yes, I do...Master!" I could see her eyes jump to attention, she almost forgot. She didn't though...I was proud of that. It wasn't absolutely necessary to say it every time, but it gave me the confidence I needed to treat her this way. She knew that she gave me that power...by consent, by submission...by letting me know that I owned her. She seemed to be looking down...I wonder...why is that? I followed her eyes back down to my erect penis once more. She was thinking mighty hard about it, but I wasn't nearly finished with the buildup to that. Not nearly. I strode over to the table again, my back facing her; I could tell she was trying to see what all I was grabbing. Hmm, hehe...I feel like being a bit rotten, so the first item I grab is the sleep mask. I'm all grins as I'm walking over. "Now," I say..."Let's get you all fixed up!" "Up!" I say, motioning for her to stand with a grin across my face...I could see the slightly worried excitement building in her face, in her eyes. I take her glasses from her face, and fold them up, replacing them with the sleep mask...pulling her ponytail up over the cord of it. "Be still, sweetheart." Hmm...what next? I begin musing...she's going to be tied now...but with what? The ribbon? The leather cord? No, the stockings it is. Laying the glasses down, I gathered the stockings...tested their tensile strength a bit. I go to her, and spin her around, I think she might understand what's happening at this point, but I guide her anyway...mainly for my own enjoyment. "Hands behind your back." I try my best to sound a bit stern. I wonder if it worked? She very eagerly placed both hands behind her back, and I tied them together firmly at the wrist with the stockings. I turned her around again...now bound and blind, she had no idea that I was coming in to kiss her. Judging from her reaction to it, it was a very welcome surprise. I went to the table again...hmm...Oh yes. Nipple clamps. This was going to be a new frontier for sure. I had never used them on her before, and I was quite certain that none of her other boyfriends had ever been brave enough to even bring something like that up. I made great effort in picking them up without rattling the chain, leaving her clueless still as to my intentions. For that matter, I hadn't really had any intentions. Most of this was pure improvisation. As I drew near her again, I began to play with her nipples, finding them still at attention after the brief downtime. Pull, pinch, twist, bite, suck. Oh, how I love to play with these little marvels of anatomy. I read somewhere that the nipples are somehow connected with another very sensitive female body part, but I'm not too sure how accurate that is. Sensitive and fun to play with nonetheless, I believe. She had started gasping, and moving her legs a bit...Oh yes, the desired effect was being achieved. I opened one of the nipple clamps, and pinched it out of my fingers, allowing it to snap shut with a small noise. When one is blindfolded, I suppose the sense of hearing is heightened quite a bit. She jumped at the slight sound; she now knew what I was preparing her for. I lean in and whisper to her... "Are you ready for this, baby?" We had discussed it before, as part of our play...but discussing something like that and actually doing it are two different things when you consider how "vanilla" she had been in the past, before she became my property. Even though she was mine to command, even though she'll do anything for me, as I her...she was my lover, my girlfriend, before she was my slave. I had priorities, and I always tried to let her know that. So, taking new steps was always lightly discussed before being put into practice...so I was going to see how this worked out. "Yes Master, I...I think so." I kissed her nipple, putting it in my mouth, wetting it in preparation... Pinch, open and shut. "Ahhh" ...I had pinched her nipples before, twisted, pulled, bitten...but nothing I could do could compare to the sensation of metal being forced by an unmerciful spring, assaulting all the wonderful, sensitive nerve endings of the nipple. I repeated the process on the other side...she let another small noise escape from her sexy pink lips. "How does that feel, slave?" Before she could answer I tugged on the length of chain ever so slightly, she yelped a bit at the surprise. "It hurts a bit, master." She knew that if any aspect of our play became too much, she had but to use one of the safe words we had agreed to and memorized beforehand. "Well...it's supposed to hurt...a bit." I smiled; she couldn't see it though, so I chuckled ever so lightly. She smiled back at me. "Now" I said..."Off we go!" I scooped her up off of her feet, holding her for a moment. I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. She tried to kiss me back, but I dodged slightly, kissing her cheek and then moving to her neck. She was squirming a bit in my arms. I placed her down gently in the middle of the hotel bed...she lay there quiet a moment, wondering what all was in store for her. I looked back at the table, this seemed like a photo-op if I had ever seen one. I stood at the foot of the bed, watching her squirm in her bondage, obviously still getting used to the biting of the clamps. "Spread your pussy wide for master, sweetheart." She obeyed without a sound, such a good girl. I snapped the photo, and then again from another angle or two...then another thought occurred to me. The toy...a vibrator, if you will, two small silver bullets that work in harmony to five settings controlled by a handset they were wired to. Not the greatest, not the worst, perfect for teasing. I traded the camera for the vibrator, and inched my way up the bed... I leaned up and kissed her neck again, and made my way down, kissing her breasts...moving down leaving warm wet spots...across her stomach...and eventually down to her glistening little cunt. I poked a finger in for a second, found it nice and wet as expected...and replaced my finger with one of the little bullets. I had never tried to put more than one of the little bullets in her...but this was a night of discovery and trying new things, so I pushed the other one in on top of its twin...I had to use a bit more oomph to fit them both inside her...she was fairly tight. I turned the vibrator on to the lowest setting, the double sensation making her wiggle and squirm and breathe heavy. Now, the fun part. I straddled her, making sure that my legs were well up over hers, so that they could not be used to resist. I began to tickle her sides. She squealed and laughed and panted the whole time...the two very different feelings working in tandem to drive her mad...to make her lose conscious thought. That was the goal for both of us, to have her lose all inhibitions and become truly, humbly, but absolutely shamelessly mine. She began to beg...she knew that this is how she was to stop me from tickling her. "Please...please master...please, ahh hehehehe please master...pleaseplease...ahh!" "Please what sweetheart? Can't take it?" I continued to tickle her, I was being slightly unfair, knowing that her state of mind couldn't comprehend that I wanted her to beg me to stop in another fashion...so I stopped just for a second...I leaned down and whispered a word into her ear... "Surrender." I kissed her before returning to my tickling position... She lasted a few more seconds before I heard the words... "I surrender master, please, please I surrender...I surrender..." The absolute surrender was indeed evident in her voice...so I stopped tickling her. Time to move on to bigger and better things... "Thank you, master." I turned the vibrator to a somewhat higher setting and just rested for a second... "Do you like that, sweetheart? Never had them both in your pussy before, I bet..." "Mmmhmm" ... I reached over and pulled the buzzing metallic invaders out of my soon to be conquered territory...replacing them with my two middle fingers...gently fucking her with them... "Fuck my fingers, sweetheart..." Stopping all motions with my hands...I began to make her do the work. She always obeys me; I always want to remind her why she obeys me. She is absolutely mine in every way. So long as she stays that way, even through my complete dominance of her...I always want to be sure that it pleasures her to be totally submissive to me. You can never know exactly what's going on in someone else's mind, but I have a fair idea that being my property turns her on in ways that she never knew existed. In ways that are so deep, dark, taboo...so personal, so loving, so secret that neither she nor I could ever share these feelings or thoughts with anyone else. I could tell somewhat that she was getting close to the edge...I hadn't ever really had many girlfriends...and with little exception, I had never cared enough for any of them to take them to bed. To me, the emotion comes first...and I loved her with all I had. I was learning, therefore, lots about the female anatomy...up to and including the signs of orgasm, and how close I had gotten her to it. I removed my fingers from her pussy, admiring how deliciously wet they were. Now, was the right time I think...let her cool her jets just a little, and then...take what was rightfully mine. I flipped her over, putting her on her knees, laying face down in a pillow, considering that her arms were still bound behind her...photo op. There's just something about the way she was spread for me in this position that was saying "take me, please take me" ...but not yet. We had talked about it quite a bit before...for our first time fucking, she wasn't going to be all kinked up as she was now. I began untying her wrists...I sat her up on the edge of the bed. She put her hands in her lap...waiting. I leaned in and kissed her, once more totally unexpected. I liked that quite a bit. I yanked the sleep mask off...her eyes readjusting to the somewhat dim light. Hmm...the last piece...I rubbed on her breasts around the nipple clamps...teasing the now very tender areas directly around the nipples. I pulled the clamps off, one then the other. This again made her gasp...and I had to take advantage of how sensitive her breasts must have been at this point. I groped them hungrily...pulling, pinching, grabbing them hard and releasing them...making her full aware of the soreness that they were going to be. I stopped manhandling them for just a second to look at them...they were proportionately perfect for the rest of her small frame. Ahh, she has such a wondrous body, and she gives it to me to use and abuse and pleasure anyway I see fit. SLAP! SLAP! I had never slapped her breasts before, probably something I wouldn't be doing often, but, try everything once I say. She yelped a bit at this...I smiled a little. I would never try more than I thought she could handle at any given time. It made my erection rock hard though, to think that eventually we would be a lot more into this dominance/submission stuff...and we could take it to places we've never imagined. Not that there's anything wrong with the 'nilla stuff you see. A lot of that was in our future too, but sometimes you just have to be down and dirty. I laid my hands down in my own lap. I stroked my cock just a little...I knew she was watching...she wanted it...and I was about to make her prove it. "Do you want my cock, slave? Do you want this inside you?" "Yes, master...I want it NOW!" I was surprised that she would raise her voice, but I began to realize that she probably had little in the way of coherent thought at this point, primal instincts kicking in. I had total control of her...she had reached "subspace" ... "Beg me, slave. Beg me like you're supposed to..." While I was talking...I had taken the notion to move her to the middle of the bed again...the now removed items finding their way to the floor...I spread her legs open with my hands...and brought my cock right up to her dripping little cunt. This was it, this was the apex... I began rubbing the head of my cock all around her slippery little pussy lips, making her moan and buck against me...I laid the shaft up against the opening...and leaned down close to her...grabbing the ponytail and somewhat roughly pulling her gaze to meet mine. I kissed her...I leaned down to her ear...biting it slightly...I let go of her ponytail and whispered to her... "Do you want it sweetheart? Do you want my cock inside you?" "Yes master...please...please fuck me. Please...please fuck my pussy hard. Please take me master...I want to be yours. I want you to fill me up. Please...please...fuck me." Her begging became somewhat incoherent at that point...but now the final submission was coming...I pulled her up to a sitting position, and laid back myself...she was going to ride my cock...she was going to use her body to show me just how lustful I had made her. Just how much of her mind was consumed by my treatment of her that I could tell endeared her to me in ways that no one else could ever imagine. She was going to fuck my brains out...and she was going to be mine completely, truly my loving sweetheart.