1 comments/ 25487 views/ 1 favorites The Hildr Saga Ch. 01 By: AcrossTheRubicon The Hildr Saga Ch. 01: Now I Want To Be Your Dog The sting from her open palmed slap burned into my cheek. “I said, ‘BEG… LIKE… A… DOG!!!’”. Her voice, strong and stern, snapped into me. I brought my hands up in front of my chest, like paws, and sat up a little straighter on my knees. God, this was so humiliating! I was naked, and begging like a dog in front of a fully clothed woman! But I was loving it! Not an hour ago, we were in a nice lounge, velvet couches, cosmopolitans and scotch, light airy, lo-fi-techno-y music, and everything else… It wasn’t really a date, but the casual observer, would have seen gentle, familiar body language that was slightly flirty, touchy feely, and affectionate… We made an odd couple, she being about a foot taller than I, but both of us were nicely dressed, chatting and laughing about politics, movies, and books. She had a sweet smile, and the pale, but full-freckled cheeks of a redhead. Her eyes glittered in the candle light, without a hint of what was to come. And now, there I was… Supplicating myself like a little dog, before this statuesque, chiseled, and now menacing, Amazon Goddess…In the ambient light coming through the window from the street, she seemed even more formidable than I’d ever seen her…Her knee high leather boots were suddenly cruel, her thighs powerfully, but involuntarily flexing, no doubt surging with adrenalin…But, I’m getting way ahead of myself….Should I start at the beginning? Her name was Hildr. An odd name, which, I was later to find out, was one of the names ancient Northern Europeans used to associate with the Valkeryies. She and I worked out at the same gym, and she was impossible not to notice. She was easily over six and a half feet tall, and had a long, lean, but powerful frame. She didn’t look like a juicer, but she easily demonstrated remarkable feats of strength. She’s the only woman I’ve ever seen bench press over 135 pounds, without a spot. She did pull-ups by the dozen (and not on that sissy machine with the little knee-rest either). When she did leg work on the sled, she just stacked 45 pound plates until there wasn’t any room left. Her calves looked like cantaloupes, and her forearms were corded with veins. Now. Don’t be fooled by what was happening at the beginning of this little story. I’m no little pansy, or sissy. I may be short, but I’m built like a little brick. I can bench over 300 pounds, put up 175 over my head- rep, after rep, and then do push-ups ‘till the cows come home. My strength belied my size, and that you could say, is what caught her eye. Normally I don’t talk to girls at the gym. I’m shy. I like to look. Occasionally I leer. But really, I try to keep my eyes down, do my shit, and go home. I’d check Hildr out when I thought she wasn’t looking, and even when we were next to each other, I never said anything… Gradually though, after a couple of months of being around each other, she’d smile at me, I’d nod…then it escalated. I’d say hello, we’d chat…occasionally she’d ask me to spot her…and then one day as I was leaving the gym I noticed she was tarrying around the lobby, wearily walking around the racks of women’s workout clothes, fingering some material here…holding up a top there… As I walked past, I mumbled, “See ya.” and kept walking towards the door. It was like an electric shock that prickled across the back of my neck, when I heard her voice, “John! Wait!” Could she be talking to me? She rushed up to me, smiling, and we both stood there for a minute. She had showered, and was in her work clothes. A dark blue blouse, black knee length skirt, and shiny, high black leather boots. I was about eye level with her chin. Her damp red hair, was pinned back in a bun, and she pushed a lock of hair away from forhead, looking down at me. “What’re you doing right now?” “Nothing. I was just gonna go home and have a nice little TV dinner…” She smiled warmly. “Want to go out and grab something?” She offered. I was a little surprised, but, I immediately pushed out all thoughts of a romantic liason out of my head. She was too tall for me. No way in Hell. I mean, I found her to be very attractive, and God knows how many nights I spent whacking off thinking about her…But, she couldn’t possibly be thinking about me in that way. She obviously just wanted to be friends. Nothing wrong with that. New York, can be a big, lonely city. We went to a nice, trendy little diner spot in Chelsea, then one of those chichi lounge places, you’d never know existed from the outside. We talked about everything…politics, the city, the war, past loves, Seinfeld-esque dating mishaps, on and on, until it was about midnight. Throughout the course of the evening, she’d become more free with her hands. At dinner, she’d playfully tap my shoulder when I said something funny, and then at the lounge, we found ourselves, on a deep, sinking couch. At first, she brushed up against my leg, with hers. I stiffened, not knowing what to do, so I stayed still. After a few moments she slowly pulled away, and I was confused and relieved. Then…as she kept drinking. Her thigh rested against mine, and didn’t go anywhere. If she’d been my height or shorter, I would’ve bought it. But, she was practically a freakin’ foot taller than I was! (Not to mention the extra few inches with her boots!) There was no way in hell! And besides! During the course of the evening, she causally implied that she liked girls, not guys. All I could think was… “Ahh. You lucky girls. Whoever you are. I wish I could be one of you.” Little did I know…little did I know! Eventually, we both decided it was time to go home. It was a schoolnight after all. I volunteered to walk her home, and after some brief resistance on her part, she relented. I awkwardly took her arm in mine, and we strolled up through Chelsea, towards the Port Authority towards her apartment in Hells Kitchen. The immediate area around the PA was full of square-jawed stocky cops, bristling implements of restraint, hoodlums, hustlers, stinking piss, shit and booze soaked homeless people, and tourists from the sticks. As we passed the “Playground”, with it’s blinking neon, girl-on-a-swing sign, she looked down at me and said, with a hint of mischief, “You ever been in there?” I smiled, arching my eyebrows, “Maybe!” She laughed, and pressed herself against me a little tighter. Christ, she smelled good! “How about you?” I said. A slim, wicked smile, grew across her face. “Maybe.” When we’d finally reached her apartment, I stuck my hand out for a good night shake. She looked at me in disbelief and started to shake her head, while laughing softly. “Jesus!” She exclaimed. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked at me. I was still on the sidewalk, and she was standing a couple of steps, up on her stoop. “You live in Brooklyn, don’t you?” ”Williamsburg, represent!” She chuckled. “Well. You’ve got a long ride ahead of you. Do you need to come up and, uh…use the bathroom or anything?” “Sure.” Can you say, “Crossing the River, Rubicon”? We went in, and I took my piss. I was confused, and about a million thoughts were racing through my mind. Fact: She was a lesbian. Fact: Not all lesbians, are lesbians all the time, except real lesbians, in which case, I should just say, “Maybe she’s bisexual.” Thought: If she is bisexual, and this is a pick up, it…doesn’t make any sense that she’d want a shorter guy! Only kinky bitches want a shorter guy! Cruel, sadistic women! Who want to dominate their men! Thought: But she looks straight as an arrow! Counter-argument: Then how come she made that comment about the “Playground”! I walked out into her dark, living room. She was sitting on the couch, holding a glass. Her boots were still on, ankles crossed at the heels. And there was a glass of water on the coffee table, which she offered to me. “You’d better drink it.” There was something about the way she said, “better”. I did as I was told, (ha ha, “did as I was told”), and she patted the space next to her. “Sit.” There was a brief, uncomfortable silence. She slowly toyed with the rim of her glass. “So.” She said, “How often do you go to, the ‘Playground’.” Suddenly the hairs on the back of my neck began to stand up. There was no joviality in her voice. It was cold and clean, and betrayed nothing. “Well. I. Uh.” My cheeks grew hot and I knew they were getting red. My heart started to pound. “How. Often.” She repeated. “Well. You know. Every once in a while.” Suddenly my mouth was dry again. Her demeanor had changed. There was no warmth left. “And, what do you do while you’re there? Just buy videos?” “Mostly.” A bit of a scowl affected the line of her lips. She looked down and started to pick a fingernail. “Mostly.” She echoed. “What kind?” “Ah, you know. The usual, shit.” “Just normal boy and girl stuff? Or do you buy lesbian videos? Anything kinkier? S&M? B&D? Maybe you’re secretly a fag.” She turned her eyes on me. “Do you go in there to jack off? Suck a cock through a glory hole? Do you go jack off in front of the girls in the back?” By this time, my heart was pounding so hard, I figured she could hear it! I was so taken aback…I was speechless and paralyzed! “I’ll take your silence, as a ‘yes’.” She stood up, and put her fists on her hips. “You know. I’ve seen you leer at everyone in that gym. Men, women. Everyone.” She stood over me. “I don’t think you’re a fag, but I think you’re damn close.” My mouth opened, I wanted to say something, anything, but no words would come out. “I also saw you down at Toys in Babeland looking at dildos. Were you shopping for a girlfriend? Or just yourself.” There was an emphasis on that last bit. Now. Toys in Babeland, is a small store, and I sure as hell don’t know how she could’ve seen me there, without me seeing her! But! Who cares! I mean, shit! She had me dead-to-rights anyways! I was busted about a million ways-to-Sunday! “Do you like shoving a big, plastic cock up your ass?” She stood in front of me, and gripped my chin between her strong fingers. Suddenly she slapped me hard across the face. Fortunately my glass didn’t go flying, but I got water all over myself and the couch. Shock, shock, shocked! She laughed, sneering at me. “You can go anytime you like.” She stepped back into the middle of the room. “But if you’re going to stay, you’re going to have to do whatever I tell you.” She motioned towards the door, and I stood up. Was it possible, that for the months we’ve known each other, she’d been sizing me up? I fancy myself a good student of human behavior, but could she have been examining me in the same way. Studying me like a mountain lion watches a cute, fuzzy, knock-kneed doe? Do mountain lions even like does? I put the glass down, and looked at her. This was it. (I mean, you know, nothing is forever, and after tonight, I could just ignore her for the rest of my life). I took a deep breath. “I’ll stay.” She closed the distance between us quickly in two big strides and slapped my face again hard. She cleared her throat “I’ll stay, MISTRESS.” “Yes ma’am.” She smacked me again. “MISTRESS.” Tears were welling up in my eyes. She could fucking hit! “Mistress. I’ll stay, Mistress.” “Good.” She smiled. “I knew you would.” -- She excused herself for a moment, and ordered me to strip. After a few moments in her bedroom, she returned with a riding crop. “Don’t look at me in the eyes.” I turned my head downward. She put the riding crop underneath my balls. “Fucking pathetic. Do you actually please women with that thing?” “Yes ma’am.” With a light flick, she delivered a stinging slap to my shriveled penis. ”Yes, what?” “Yes Mistress.” She snapped snapped the crop again. “That’s for lying, you little faggot. Thank God, I’m a lesbian, because you couldn’t please me with that pathetic, limp little nub if you tried. Get on your knees.” I quickly did as I was bidden. She put the crop under my chin, and motioned my face upwards. Christ she was tall! “Do you want me to fuck you?” “Yes…” I almost said ma’am again, “Mistress…” She nodded. “That’s what I thought. Do you want me to dress you up in frilly panties, garter belts, and make-up, and fuck you like a girl?” ”Yes Mistress”. “Then beg me for it. Beg like a dog.” “Please Mistress. I want you to fuck me like a girl.” She rolled her eyes, and swung at my cock again with the crop. “I said, ‘BEG… LIKE… A…DOG!!!’” I mimicked a dog begging for treats. I sat up on my knees and brought my hands up in front of me, palms towards the floor, wrists bent. How long had I fantasized about something like this? How many nights had I lain awake in bed, ashamed of what I was thinking, but secretly praying it would come true. Sure. I was relinquishing my manhood, but why did I feel so free? Suddenly…the words just came pouring out. “Please Mistress…I want you to fuck me…I want you to dress me up…I want to feel your cock deep inside my pussy! I want to be your little slut! I want to be your little whore! I’m your dog! I’m your man-cunt!” She bent over and roughly twisted one of my nipples downward. “On your hands and knees.” I went down. She then proceeded to assail me with a barrage of stinging blows on my ass. She really went to town, and it really fucking hurt! She was breathing hard when it was over. “Stay in that position.” She walked into the foyer, and returned with something jingling. I felt a heavy, broad, leather collar being attached around my neck, and felt a cold chain against my shoulder. “Ok.” Her voice broke character for a second. “Before we go any further, your safeword, is ‘Stop’. Do you understand?” ”Yes Mistress.” She jerked hard on the chain. “Say it! What’s your safeword!” “Stop.” “Good dog. Let’s go into the bedroom, and fuck your little cunt. Ok?” ”Yes Mistress!” She jerked the chain, and she walked me into her bedroom. “Sit.” She commanded. I resumed my position on my knees, and kept my eyes down to err on the side of caution. She undid her blouse, and wiggled out of her skirt and panties, leaving her boots on. I allowed myself a peek, and she was a fucking sight to behold. She had a flat stomach, huge thighs, and nicely proportioned tits. She took her hair down from the bun, and it cascaded onto her shoulders. Wow! What kind of shampoo did she use to get it so glossy! She pulled out a gym bag, and took out a harness like apparatus, with a purple, double pronged smooth, dong on it. I immediately recognized it as the Nexus Jr. One end would fit into her cunt, rubbing her g-spot, and the other end was for me! She stepped into it, and took a moment to make some adjustments, shaking her head. She then removed a huge, 9’ life-like cock, and slapped it against her palm. “Open.” I opened my mouth and she gripped my hair, and brutally rammed it in my mouth. “Fucking slut. Do you like it? Do you like a nice big plastic cock to suck on?” I said, “Mmrgplh.” And snorted out of my nose. She began to slide the huge cock in and out of my mouth. “Drool!” I started to drool, lubricating my lips to ease the assault. “Good little slut.” She cooed. She pulled it out and began to lightly slap my face with it. “Does my little girl, like this cock? Hunh?” “Yes Mistress!” She placed it on the bed. “Good. Then you’ll suck on it, while I’m fucking you.” Next, came out the lube. “Lube me up, slut.” I took the lube, and rubbed some on the Nexus. VERY liberally. “On the bed, bitch.” She unclipped the leash and I hopped up, with my ass in the air. ”Now lube yourself.” I did. Feeling the cold gel against my anus, I rubbed it around the hole and tried to delve into my scared, little hole. She threw a rag next to me. “Don’t get my sheets dirty, or I’ll give you a spanking you’ll never forget.” There was a pause. “Are you ready?” “Yes Mistress.” -- She entered me slowly and tenderly. It was a little rough, and she paused to add a little more lube…The nexus wasn’t that big, which allowed her to go in and out quickly. It gently pulled at the velvet lining of my chute. I’ve had bigger, but for speed fucking. This was the one. Gradually she increased her pace, until pelvis was slapping my ass. She was grabbing my ass, slapping it, pulling at my hair… “Talk dirty, slut! “Oh Mistress! Please fuck my ass! Fuck my ass hard! Ream me out like the little cunt I am! I’m your-unh-whore-your-ow!-Slut!” “Good, little fucking bitch! You fucking cunt! You fucking cunt! You fucking cunt!” Her voice was heated and became more ragged. She was snarling, spraying spittle. She started fucking me harder and harder, until she stopped with a muscle locking freeze-and I knew she was on the verge! She put her fingers in my mouth, drawing my the corners of my lips back in a wide rictus. Like a horse with a bit in it’s mouth. “UnnnnnnnnnnUHH!!!!!!! AHHHHHHuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” She was practically screaming. And then, she collapsed on top of me like a lump. Her body heaving trying to catch her breath, bathed in hot sweat. She was fucking heavy! After a few moments, she pulled herself back up, and started to withdraw. She was almost out, when she slammed herself back in. Then out. With a slap. Finally. She slumped onto her back. “Get on the floor. Take the dildo.” I took the dildo that she’d made me suck earlier, and got off the bed. “Stick it to the floor.” It had a huge suction cup on the bottom, which I affixed to the wooden floor. She turned over on her side to watch me. “Suck it.” I immediately went down on it. It was really too big, and wide for me, but I did my best. I licked up and down the shaft, I spit on it, I gobbled it like a turkey. “Jerk your tiny dick off.” Ah. Finally. I took it all in. There I was. My ass, dripping lube, and freshly fucked. Naked. Humiliated. Collared. God. Maybe she and I could get married… I started to convulse and my come shot out in huge, heavy, milk white strands onto her floor. Now, I was covered in my own sweat. Breathing hard. “Lick it up.” I knew that was coming. Gladly, I did as I was told. -- After that, we showered and straightened up. She was still making me crawl around, but at least she offered to let me spend the night. She gave me a teddy to wear to sleep, and we spooned, her behind me, cuddling me like I was her girl. I can’t remember the last time I slept so well. The Hildr Saga Ch. 02 The Hildr Saga Ch. 2: Shopping, Spa I can’t even begin to tell you what was on my mind after my first evening with Hildr. I’m not going to bore you with my complex psychological rationale behind why I let her do what she did to me, or my thoughts on gender identity, or the plethora of other things whirring through my head…maybe some other time… Right now, she’d given me a task, and on this brisk, clear, bright, Saturday afternoon, I was on my way to complete it. The sun was just past its zenith, leaving me feeling slightly tired and lazy, as New York weekend afternoons are wont to do. I’d just finished lunch, and was feeling pleasantly wiped out by a grueling workout, but to tell you the truth, the sorest part of my body was my poor, little asshole…or rather, as Hildr made me say, ‘My Boy Cunt’. And, I could still feel her inside me as well…her fingers…her bizarre little strap on; ‘The Nexus Jr.’, and I could still feel the white hot pain of her riding crop against my cringing, flaccid cock. It was humiliating, and exciting all at the same time. To say my emotions were conflicted was an understatement, and I was still very much in shock from that first encounter. I couldn’t believe that I’d submitted to a woman like that! Surrendered my masculinity, and crawled around on her freakin’ floor like a dog! With a collar on, even! Me! The guy who could bench 305 pounds! Whose sense of fashion didn’t go beyond blue jeans, black t-shirts and hiking boots! Who drank nothing but Pabst-in-the-can! Who has a fucking subscription to ‘Guns and Ammo’! and a freakin’ hunting license! And there I was, after being freshly fucked by this…this…Valkerie! Allowing her to dress me in a teddy, and spooning with her like a love-struck college girl! Christ. I couldn’t get the images of myself, getting plowed by her out of my head. I wanted more. My feet had finally taken me to my destination. It was a small, not so discreet, store below sidewalk level, on a tree-lined West Village street. I’d never before been afraid anyone would catch me buying porn, because, well, I usually only bought straight porn…but this time it was different. This time, I’d been instructed to buy something, that; if I was caught with, none of my friends would totally believe was for a girlfriend… The interior of the store was dark, and bereft of customers. It took my eyes a few moments too adjust. There was a trendy-Gothesque-hipster girl behind the counter, replete with black lipstick, studded leather wristbands, a black t-shirt that said, “Alien Sex Fiend Club”, reading a Poppy Brite novel. She glanced up, and wryly asked. “Is there anything I can help you with?” Scenesters hate squares. “Um.” I coughed and looked down. I could feel my cheeks burning bright red. “I uh…*cough*…need a, um…French Maid’s outfit.” I tried to smile. She rolled her eyes, probably thinking, “Just another male pig buying an outfit so he can act out his dominant fantasies on some weak-willed, emotionally needy, co-dependant girl.” “Ok. We’ve got those. What’s her size?” Oh man. This sucked. Here we go. “Uhm. Well.” I tried to smile, “She’s about my size.” I waited a beat, and she cocked her head, “About, uh, exactly. My. Size.” I cleared my throat, and she stifled a laugh. “Oh!!!!” She exclaimed, trying to regain her composure. Her entire demeanor changed and she smiled pleasantly. “Follow me!” I couldn’t follow what was going on in her head. If I were her, I’d probably loathe the squares who acted out their perverted little fantasies in private, instead of being totally out there. She led me to the back, and ordered me into a dressing room. Jesus! She eyeballed me, turned on her heels and a minute or so later, popped her head back in, smiling evilly. “Will you be needing shoes with that?” I smiled my assent, “Uh. Yeah. I’m a 9 ½.” She disappeared again, and I could swear I heard something like a door bolt snapping shut! What the fuck! She was back in a few moments with a pile of clothes. She couldn’t even wipe that smirk off of her face. “Why don’t you try these on?” She leaned up against the wall of the dressing room. “You locked the door didn’t you?” Her eyebrows communicated her amusement. “Does that make you feel uncomfortable?” I sighed, and started taking off my shirt. “I didn’t think so!” She said, in a knowing, bemused and lightly sarcastic manner. “I love perverted little ‘straight’ boys. I just want to make sure we have some privacy so I can make sure you know how to put everything on right. We want to make your boyfriend happy don’t we?” “Oh. I’m not gay!” Her eyebrows were now incredulous. “Seriously. Well…sort of. Uhm. This is for my…erm…Mistress.” Again my cheeks were burning. “Does your Mistress let you play with other girls?” “Well, uh. We haven’t really ironed that out yet.” Trying to assert my diminishing masculinity, I offered, “I can do whatever I want. I’m a free man.” “Mmm hmm.” Her eyes bore into me. “Why don’t you take your socks and boxers off.” I thought about it for a moment. The image of Hildr, towering over me. Gleaming and muscular. Let’s be real here, I thought, Hildr’s a lesbian. She’s got lovers. I’m not the only one in her address book. I don’t owe her my sexual fidelity, do I? She wouldn’t even let me put my cock inside her! At all! My heart started pounding. I was obviously guilty about something! But. I totally disrobed in front of her. “Put the panties on first.” I slid the satiny black panties on. They felt cool against my meat and two veg. I was starting to get aroused. Goth Girl smiled. Wickedly. “Come, come!” She sounded like a schoolmarm. “Put on your stockings. Make sure your seams are in the back...” I started to put them on, “Wait! Like this!” She showed me the correct way, and I felt another surge of arousal as I slid them on over my lean, muscular calves. They were black thigh highs with a wide lace band. She then helped me attach the garter belt thingy, and gave me a slap on the ass. I was a little shocked at that! What the hell was I getting myself into! Next. Was the maid’s outfit. With a heavy breath, I wiggled into it. “Hmm.” She said, studying me. “I think a wig and makeup would be too much. I hate it when guys try to look too feminine. It’s kind of gross. Put on the choker. And the headband.” I did. “Cute. Very, very cute!” This was so fucking embarrassing. She brought out a couple of black pumps. “Ok. I know the heels don’t look that big, but you could seriously twist an ankle! Be careful.” I put them on, and tried to take a step or two. I tottered and reached out for support. “You’re going to have to practice.” It was then that I noticed that she had a very large, leather paddle in her hands. She must’ve grabbed it, while I was concentrating on walking. ”I think we need to see how your stockings and panties hold up to a little action.” She smacked the paddle into her palm. “Follow me. But slowly!” I carefully tottered out of the dressing room. My ankles felt very vulnerable. As we went out into the main area of the store, I noticed she’d flipped the ‘Open’ sign, to ‘Closed’, and had drawn the drapes over the windows. All I could think about was that scene from Pulp Fiction. With the Gimp. Strangely. The sawhorse I noticed as I’d came in seemed to be very prominent. She tapped my ass with the paddle and snapped her fingers towards it. “Move it Fifi!” I went over the sawhorse and bent over, perking up my ass. It was only then it’d occurred to me that, if Goth Girl was going to spank me, Hildr was definitely going to see the paddle marks! Shit! I was totally fucking screwed! I tried to reason with myself that I didn’t really owe Hildr anything…but…I was a little apprehensive! Goth Girl slowly and gently moved her hand under my skirt and over my pantied ass. She moved a finger under the edge of my panties and around to my full balls, and hardening cock. She adjusted Buddy, so he was pointing downwards, and started to lightly drag her knuckle down the line of my ass crack. With her fingers over my panties, she poked a couple fingers between the cleft of my ass cheeks and pressed in towards my tight little hole. I imagined that the heat she felt through the panties must’ve been quite erotic. I kind’ve wished she was pressing something else against me. She withdrew her hand, and the next thing I felt was that paddle slamming against me. “AHHHH!” I shouted in surprise. I don’t even know how to describe the pain! Ow! Fuck! She laughed. “Awww. Fifi can’t take a little slap, huh?” I felt a *whoosh* of air, and the paddle cracked into my ass again. I gripped the sawhorse tightly. You can leave anytime you want! I said to myself. She slowly pulled my panties down and caressed my burning ass. Well, I thought, that was fun! Maybe it’s time to get going? As soon as I finished talking to myself I was treated to a succession of smacks on my bare ass. My eyes were tearing. Why the fuck wasn’t I getting up and leaving? She grabbed my hair and pulled me up. I had to lean against the sawhorse. I was breathing hard and my eyes watered. She held my chin between her fingers. “You’re a good girl. Time for a little treat.” I was still in too much pain to even guess. We walked slowly over to a couch, where. I began to sit, and she shook her head. “Kneel.” I knelt in front of the couch. She took off her jeans and peeled off her panties. She sat on the edge of the couch and bucked her hips forward. “Eat.” I began by kissing the insides of her thighs and moved until I was perched over her cunt. With a finger, I searched through her dense bush to find her clit. Once located, I moved my fingers up and down her cunt lips, getting them all juicy and returned to twist her little knob around. She moaned softly, and began to play with her nipples. I positioned my lips over her clit and breathed out lightly. I extended my tongue and did my best to twirl around her clit without moving my head. Her stinking musk was intoxicating and I stopped to lap up her cunt juices. While licking, I put a finger or two inside her, but it was awkward so I stopped and concentrated on using my tongue against her little hood. She sighed and moaned, and grabbed my hair pressing me against her hard. I put my lips in a circle and started move them around her lips. “No…just….use….your…tongue….” She said through ragged breaths. I did as I was instructed and her hands tightened in my hair as she jammed her groin up against me. She stopped breathing for a second and started to convulse. I did my best to keep licking with her rhythm. Soon she was breathing rapidly, “Uhhhh! Uhhh! UHHH! UHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” She came hard, squeezing her thighs, locking me against her. I was afraid she was going to break my neck! Then, as if all the energy drained out of her, she slowly released me. Her thighs were slick with sweat and girl cream. Naughtily I went back to taste her a little more. I knew her lips would be sensitive. As I did, her eyes shot open and she jerked forward and slapped me hard against a cheek. “Bad Girl!” she was still winded. So there we were. She was a heap on the couch, and I was still on my knees. My ass hurting too much to sit down. Damn. All I could think about was the whipping I was going to get from Hildr tonight when she saw my red, raw ass. The Hildr Saga Ch. 03 My heart was racing, and my cheeks were burning with shame. The reality was, I was primly sitting, fully clad in lingerie, and a skimpy maids outfit in front of a brutally strong woman. My cock was throbbing and had slid out of the side of my panties. It was tenting my skirt. My feet were still unused to the unfamiliar construction of women's high heel shoes and they were forced into that dainty arched posture that I had only previously admired and lusted after. "Play with it." The command was simple and direct, and I obeyed unhesitatingly. I put my hand on my stiff cock, and began to massage it. "Twist your nipple." I began to pinch it. "Harder." I wrenched it around until I winced. "Spread your legs. It was difficult to do in the confines of my skirt. I hitched it up under my seat and tried, but they only went so far. I felt so erotic, restrained by these various bits of clothes; skirt, thong panty, garter belt, thigh highs, the biting straps of the shoes... "Stand up." I didn't want to let go of my warm, hard cock, but I did as bidden. It was a strange experience to lift myself up slowly, given that I was relying on shoes that were basically two spikes under two thin, hard flat platforms...I placed my hands on my knees and slowly rose up. "Walk to me." It was hard walking. Imagine if I twisted my ankle doing this...I wouldn't be able to go to the gym for weeks. Imagine that. The most manly activity, lifting weights, curtailed by trying to walk in delicate women's shoes...And I also felt an acute sense of embarrassment when I heard a door open across the hallway...God. What if they knew what was going on in here! What if they knew it was me click, clacking away on the floor! Each time I put my foot down, it sounded like the whole world could hear. "Keep your legs closer together. Put one foot in front of the other when you walk." I did it, and it forced my ass to swish. I saw myself in the mirror at the other end of the room. My hard square calves looked...so feminine encased in nylon. Jesus Christ. What the hell was I doing here! What the hell was I doing, period! "Kneel". Shit. This presented some difficulties. I slowly got down, I looked awkward and foolish. A large, squarely built man, in a tight, frilly maids outfit. Finally I was before her feet. "Face the other direction." God. The shame. The fucking shame. "Lift your skirt over your ass." Uh oh. This was the moment of truth. Earlier in the day, I'd had my ass beat to shit by the salesgirl where I bought this outfit. Now, while my Mistress and I hadn't established any ground rules regarding who we could and couldn't see...there was still this gnawing anxiety at the pit of my stomach. Had I fucked someone, she'd never know, and even if she did, I was sure she'd never mind...but bondage, discipline and sadism...those *were* her special province. Who was I fooling. While she wouldn't show it, she might be hurt. I'd betrayed our special little unspoken pact. Her voice was ice cold. "Who. The. Fuck. DID. This!!!" I trembled. "Who the fuck did this!" I couldn't speak...I was so terrified. Her next response was totally understandable. Her palmed slammed onto my ass with a heretofore unseen fury. I braced myself, and the pain was so undeniable it sent red spots and flashes shooting up my spinal cord into my eyes. "You fucking sonovabitch!" Now, as you know, she had made things plain to me. Anytime I wanted to, I could leave. And while she was a big strong, tough, Valkyrie/Amazon of a woman, I could've gotten myself out of this situation. But. I stayed. I braced myself and took her punishment out of guilt. I had betrayed her. After her furious assault, I stayed on all fours, sobbing. The dainty, submissive women's clothes seemed a little more fitting now. "Don't move." There was a tremble in her voice. It was about 15 minutes before she returned. She was wearing an ungodly, huge black rubber strap-on, and had my collar and leash in her hand. She threw the collar in front of me. "Put it on you little cheating bastard." I put on the heavy leather collar, and turned to hand her the leash. I couldn't even look her in the face. She yanked the leash and walked me towards the couch. "Present". I bent myself over the couch, and spread my ass cheeks. "Give me your hands." My legs still splayed wide, I put my weight on my face, and put my arms behind my back. I felt her secure more wrists with rough cord, and she tied the end to a bit embedded in the ceiling, lifting my arms skyward. She returned and slowly inserted several lube covered fingers into my ass, massaging as much as she could into the inner recesses of my man-cunt. "Mistress..." "Yes?" "I'm...I'm...sorry..." "You're about to be a lot sorrier." Her voice was controlled, as she started to work the strap-on, into my ass. It was the largest I'd ever had. I can barely describe the pain. Even the insertion of the head felt like it was tearing me apart. It burned. It was wounding me. It was so unnatural...It didn't even feel good. My head began to swim and I felt faint. I have no idea how much insertable length she got into me, but when she shoved as much possible in, I felt like I had a log in my stomach. "Beg." "Wha?" "BEG." Oh shit... I could barely concentrate. "Please Mistress..." She put a hand on my hot, welted ass and squeezed. I was in so much pain all over, I didn't even know where to begin. "...Please Mistress...Fuck your Servant. Fuck your cheating little whore. Fuck your girl!" "With what?" Ahh...ow. My breath was strained given the pain, and the angle of my arms. Even my toes were starting to go numb from these strappy shoes... "Mistress, please fuck your Servant with your huge, hard cock! Pound it in to my pantied ass!" She loved when I said, 'pantied ass'. "Your little cock-whore needs your cock in her pussy!" She began to saw the enormous fucking thing in and out of my ass and I couldn't keep from crying out. I was slobbering. I was crying. "Jesus, Jesus, ahh...Fuck. God!" I don't know how long she fucked me. It seemed like hours and hours. When she was through, she withdrew slowly, and it felt like an swirling vacuum of air entered my ass. She'd used so much lube it began to dribble our of my ass and down my thigh...like a fucking woman.... Speaking of which, I was 'sobbing like a girl'. She left me like that for a little while, and I began to wonder when she was coming back. I heard the fridge open. She was probably having some water. She came back, and I felt her looming over behind me. She waited a beat. "I want to make it clear, that I'M the only one who gets to beat your ass from now on.' I nodded. "Oh, come on." I could barely speak. "Yes Mistress. This ass is your property, and yours alone..." "Good." Her voice was normal again. "Now, for your punishment." "Wha! I thought..." She answered me by bringing a cat-o-nine-tails across my ass. Each tassle had it's own little message for me, "Dude. You SO fucked up." After another eternity of pain, she stopped. "Want to go to the Hamptons next weekend? I have a friend who has a place..."