2 comments/ 18591 views/ 6 favorites SexKitten's First Test By: Ubasti Thank you to my friendly editor, Girlowned, for her helpful recommendations with this story. * I have researched and prepared for months, I believe I am ready. I have already searched out what I feel to be a suitable match and have made contact. We have exchanged the few necessary emails, including the time and location that is to be our first encounter. I want this; I want to be driven to find my limits. Over and over again I have visualized how it would go; the nervous excitement I will feel when I first lay eyes on him, what he might look like, how he might act, what I will say, the hunger that I expect will churn in the pit of my stomach, the smiles we will share when he looks deep into my eyes, and the wonder of what he plans to do to me. I am excited. I take one last deep breath, pausing to watch the white exhalation of my breath evaporate against the black night; moving with certainty, I walk through the double glass doors. Escaping the chill, I enter in high heels and a short, petite, black leather dress. It is the one piece of fashion I own that makes me feel sexy. Today, it also gives me confidence. There is no mistaking who he is when I enter the bright spacious lobby where we agreed to meet. In blue jeans and a jet black shirt, he is the only person there amongst the overstuffed, flower designed couches. I, surprisingly, feel paralyzed; my feet pinned to the ground stopped me in my tracks. No amount of preparation could have prepared me for this. My God, he is gorgeous. His dark eyes, matching his short straight hair, stare straight into me in a very determined sort of way, yet they appear soft. Should I look away? I don't want to look away. I can't, not even to save my life, I can't. I am frozen and unable to move a muscle, caught in an anesthetized trance. My pussy is actually starting to get wet. I feel my heart beat pounding harder and faster, and I think I am holding my breath. He's 35, younger than I am, yet I feel strangely shy in his presence. He never looks away as he advances toward me, appearing to grow taller as he approaches. My eyes are locked onto the brown windows of his soul as he seems to float, slowly and deliberately, approaching step by step to stand close in front of me. I don't think I have blinked in the last 20 seconds. "Hi," he said in a deep, soft voice. I manage to rasp out a "hi" and crack a smile. Panting, I realize I don't know how I should act in this type of situation. He takes my breath away. *** Just steps inside the door he cradles my chin in his strong hand, bringing his smoothly shaved face close and pressing his warm lips to mine. A thrill shoots through my body as I feel his tongue seeking, my senses reeling from his touch and my mind spinning with the knowledge that we procured this room not two minutes after our first meeting. My knees quiver; I hope my legs aren't too weak to support me in my nervousness. "Your presence here means you are ready to submit to my every wish. You have been advised of my rules. Remember what you have been taught through our communications thus far. Let us begin, SexKitten." He pauses while I draw in a deep strengthening breath, nodding my head slightly to show I understand. Then in a commanding voice he says, "Show me your tits." Without a word I do as instructed, dropping my sweater and purse with a thud onto the floor where I stand. I can't help but wonder if his soft caring tone would change throughout the night. I reach back and unzip my dress, the smooth leather caressing my skin. Slipping the straps off my shoulders it falls to the hard, cream coloured carpet. A quiet, nervous moan escapes my throat as my bare breasts are exposed to his gaze. I keep my arms down along my sides like I know I am supposed to. This first lesson is all about learning to be still and take what I am given; to see if I can pass this test which would allow me to be accepted into his slave training school. He fondles my relaxed swaying breasts and squeezes them with his hands; his fingers digging into both sides of them, pulsating into the sensitive flesh as he stares into my brown eyes. I get a strong achy feeling after he lets go, then he squeezes them again. His touch makes my mind focus directly on my tingling, pointy nipples that are begging for attention. He has not touched them yet. Oh, how I long for them to be pinched. Reaching down he checks out my trimmed pussy under my low, sheer black laced panties. Unbelievably, I wet myself with my juices. I'm startled as he slaps the outer side of my left breast, then he spanks across it again. Aiming upward, he whacks the billowy sensitive underside and finishes off with another solid spanking directly on top of my nipple. I endure more as he plays this way with my other breast also. Surprisingly, it doesn't hurt as much as it turns me on. "Ah!" I gasp loudly as he reaches for both tits at the same time, tweaking my nipples harder than I've ever felt before. He hangs onto them for quite a few seconds before pulling them away from my body and bending them down towards the floor. I clench my facial muscles, doing my best to keep my upright posture which is one of the rules. He rolls them around and around between his tight fingers, showing them no mercy. Yanking my sore nipples forward, he uses them to forcefully lead me further into the room, stopping at the foot of the bed. He tweaks hard and rolls them around some more before finally letting go and moving away. While I wait for his return, he reaches into his small travel bag on the floor. Strong clamps are quickly attached onto both nipples. Feeling the sharp pain, I open my mouth wide to gasp in air. I know I can not complain or say anything at all without being told to speak. I think that uttering a loud painful scream would be considered a statement of weakness. The last thing I want to show is weakness; after all, I am training to be a slave who can take pain. The pain shoots inward through the center of my boobs, somehow reaching all the way down my back. Does he not remember this is my first day of training? I want them off! Get them off! My nipples feel like they have just been cut and removed from my body. I close my eyes, clench my face and force my mouth to remain shut and my hands gripped to my outer thighs. Unfortunately, I know I have to ride this out. With a few tears falling down my face, he grabs the back of my neck and I am turned with my face forced flat onto the tan-brown king size bedspread. Holding me down hard, he tells me to place my knees on the edge of the bed with my ass raised high into the air for his easy access. My wrists are gathered and bound above my head with some kind of soft material. I wonder what is going to happen next. My soaked panties are lowered and tugged over my knees and high heels. If I could blush, it would be now. Slapping the inside of my sensitive thighs with his bare hands, he spreads my legs until they reach the width of his satisfaction. Hearing him lower his pants and rummage around in his travel bag, I nervously wait and wonder how I am to serve him. I hear a loud, scary snapping sound. My body lurches forward with a searing strike. I force my face into the covers to suppress the screams that are unavoidably escaping from my mouth. My bum is repeatedly whipped with a wide leather strap or belt. My bum cheeks sting and burn. It hurts a lot more than I anticipated after he strikes the same spot twice in a row. I want to obey and it's taking all of my effort not to move! Suddenly, cool lube is forced into my bum hole with quick pumping fingers; manipulating, pulling, and spreading. "Let's see how well you take it in the ass." I've only had something in my ass once before, but I think I know what to expect. He grabs my hips and stretches my ass cheeks wide, ramming his cock into me without hesitation. He's so large that I scream long and loud. I feel like he is splitting me in two as his long, wide cock fills me completely. Plunging over and over again he stabs me between my round ass cheeks causing my body to shake and quiver. The nipple clamps bang and rub against the bedspread, emphasizing the strong painful sensations. Once again my suffering, distress, and also my embarrassment at having my ass filled by a stranger are screamed in to the bed. I try my best to concentrate, to relax so it doesn't hurt. Periodically, I feel myself clench tighter and hear myself shout, "Ouch!" God, I hope he gets done soon. My asshole stings and deep inside it feels irritated and raw from repeated banging. He is forcefully violating a very private part of me, pumping deep and hard without any forgiveness. I continue to howl into the bed. For now, all I can think about is staying high and open, pleasing this Master as his moaning turns into deep panting. Will I survive this drawn out torture? He finishes his wanton assault on my ass and loads it with hot cum, way up deep inside my bowels. As he pulls his softening cock from my ass I am left hollow and stretched open wide. I very much want to curl up and comfort my sore bum, but I know better than to move, I am to stay in position until told otherwise. Upon his return to the bed, I feel unsure and anxious about what will happen next. I am led over to the bulky arm chair that sits in the corner by the long draped window. He fastens my arms securely behind my back with a short white cotton tie. My constrained nipples have gone completely numb. It still feels like my bum is full of cock and I'm afraid it will spit his liquid out. He tells me to position myself on the floor on my knees, facing his hairy groin and wide cock, allowing me to see it for the first time. He has grown erect again much faster than I would have expected. He gathers my long dark hair into a pony tail, way up high on the top of my head, and anchors a rubber band around it. My pointy heels begin to dig into my bum and sting my flesh. Flattening both his palms against my head, he restrains my movement and manipulates the pony tail between his fingers like a horse's rein. I am now constrained and controlled with a simple flick of his wrist. Raising me up higher by my hair, he presses my face into his sweaty groin. "Take it all. All the way down." I open my mouth wide as he moves my face to the head of his thick cock, he pulls forward on my hair and pushes his hard shaft deep into my dry throat. He holds my face against him tightly, my nose touching his hair, keeping me there a bit before allowing me to come up for air. I gag, blinking my eyes against the tears. He drives my face down again, forcing my mouth to open quickly. As he holds me there I tell myself to try and relax, to remember to breathe through my nose. Picking up speed, he uses my mouth as a makeshift vagina. He fucks my mouth deeply, adding hip action as he pumps in and out. I am left totally helpless, having to take everything he is giving. Adding to my feeling of domination, I feel his cum seeping from my stretched bum hole and sliding down to my pussy. His cock's hard veined skin rubs over my now saliva drenched lips and tongue, in and out, over and over again. My hair is yanked, my jaw is sore. I gasp for air each time his cock isn't filling my mouth. Saliva drools from my open lips and coats my chin. I know he is testing me to see how submissive I am and how well I handle being controlled. I feel used like a sex toy; weird, I like serving him this way. He forces my face down again, holding me tightly against his salty sweat as his cock prevents me from breathing. Just as my reflexes betray me and I start to gag forcefully, he roughly pulls my head back and raises my face up. As soon as we make eye contact he grips one of the nipple clamps and yanks it off. I cannot stop the guttural scream from ripping through my lungs with the searing pain of the yanked clamp and the blood rushing back into my nipple. I throw my head back and tears pour from my eyes as I gasp for breath. A sharp quick slap to my face startles me. "Look at me girl," he demands loudly. I am blinking back a flood of tears as his voice penetrates through me. Gritting my teeth I make eye contact again, my eyes swimming but also shining with determination. I see his hand move, and even though I know what is coming this time, I cannot stop from screaming again when he yanks the other clamp off. I push through the pain and do not break eye contact, my chest heaving and lips trembling with the effort. My nipples sting like I've never felt before. No longer numb, the pain is like an open wound oozing blood. Sobbing deeply, searing him with my eyes as my nubs continue to burn. I feel like an insignificant object, for tonight I am given attention only for his pleasure. In a strong voice he tells me, "You are doing very well. I'm going to enjoy fucking you before we finish our session." *** He has my hands strapped together, held helplessly over my head again. I lay on my back with my legs apart and spread very wide. He inspects me thoroughly with a smile on his lips. Then he spanks my pussy quite a few times, hard beneath his bare hand. Throwing my head back I almost squeal as my sensitive clit smarts, but it makes me wetter all the same. With my pussy hot and throbbing from my need and his slaps, he enters me just as quickly as he's done everything else. I am assaulted hard and fast. My whole body is jostled back and forth beneath his strong stature in time with his forceful pumping. I am scared that he will reach up and torture my sore nipples, but thankfully he doesn't. Once I am rigorously fucked to his satisfaction and tender in the cunt, he turns my legs and flips me over. I wait flat on my stomach, arms still bound over head, with my legs together and ankles touching. My body aches and feels completely used, but I know better than to move. Smack! I jump as the leather belt comes down across my already sore bum cheeks. I desperately try to hold in the need to scream my head off, pushing my open mouth into the covers to stifle any sounds. Smack! I sink down further into the mattress, trying to get a little farther away. Spanked again, I am used like a piece of meat. I suffer loudly, hoping it will express my inability to take anymore. After a couple more slashes of the belt he finally stops whipping me. Once I realize he is not going to continue, I start to relax for the first time this evening. He speaks to my back in a tender voice, "You will soon come to realize that scheduled discipline is something you will enjoy." Untying my wrists he remarks "Congratulations. You have demonstrated genuine submissive qualities that can be, with time, disciplined into the making of a slave. If you still wish it, I will accept you for training starting next week. Your appointment location and time are on the card I have placed on the dresser." I want to speak, but I am glad it is forbidden because I have no words. I am afraid to move just yet as I wait for what is next. I hear him dressing, he comes over and sits beside me on the bed and says, "This will help to sooth your stinging bum." Cool thick cream is gently massaged onto my aching ass. His tenderness brings tears to my eyes again. When he is done he turns me over. With tears flowing down my cheeks, he looks into my eyes and says, "I won't leave you until I know you will be okay on your own. Tell me how you liked your session today?" In my head I am confused; I think... I... sort of... liked it. Before I can speak I begin to cry harder, this time with loud turbulent wails, finally releasing all the fear, tension, and pain that has built up since this evening started. But they are happy tears, and sobs of relief. I just don't know if I am happy I have passed his test, or if I am happy because it's over. Placing his arm around me, he patiently waits for my answer until my sobbing subsides.