2 comments/ 59075 views/ 8 favorites Virgin Domme By: dirtbagbaby She heard the car roll up the driveway and come to a stop. Looked at the clock.. 8.58. Punctual, this was a good start. She was nervous about what would happen when he was inside, offering himself to her, hers to abuse. The relationship they had once had, a vague memory. Two different people, another life, an illusion. Now she held the power, there were no barriers for him now. He was driven to serve her and the past was irrelevant. Everything was in place at this moment for the next chapter. His surrender. She was ready. The candles lit. Props carefully arranged. The cuffs and chains, the gag, the tight rubber hood, her beautiful glass strap on, his collar. The scene was set. She opened the door as she heard his footsteps come to a stop outside, stood aside as he came into the hall and locked the door behind him. He had come, delivered himself into her hands. Succombed to her power. He looked nervous, taking in first the high patent shoes, the sheer stockings ending at pale strong thighs,tight buckled corset, swelling cleavage. He could not bring his eyes up to meet hers, instead looked to the ground as she led him by the hand upstairs to the dimly lit bedroom to meet his fate. Pushing him onto the bed she handed him a small glass containing a clear solution. "Drink." She told him. He took the glass and swallowed the liquid quickly. "Undress." She told him. He began to remove his clothes, sitting at the edge of the bed, still looking at the floor. As he undressed, she dangled the gag before his downcast eyes, pulled the chains and gently rattled them. "You're here to serve ME now." She said. "You were drawn here by my power over you, unable to resist my control. The drug will soon take effect and you will be powerless, restrained and at my mercy." His head now began to droop as the drug took hold of his consciousness. "Your wrists." She said "Give yourself to me." He lifted his wrists to her, palms up and she slowly lowered the cuffs over his hands and adjusted them to his wrists and locked them in place. Pushing him backwards onto the bed she turned him over easily onto his stomach and grabbed him by the hair as she brought the gag over his face then fastened it tightly. Restricted by the gag, his breath quickened and grew heavy. The chains already attached securely to the bedposts, she linked them to the cuffs and moving slowly down his body, brushing herself against him, she cuffed him at the ankles, legs wide apart and chained them at each side of the bed. Climbing onto him, his skin now hot to the touch and moist with sweat, her legs tightly gripping him around the waist, she pulled his head up, grabbing his chin from behind and taking the rubber hood, gripping his throat as it stretched onto his head and over his face. Still straddling him, she gripped his shoulders and slowly began to draw her nails down his back, making him whimper and push his face into the pillow, his arms shifting slightly as he felt his own helplessness, the cold metal cuffs digging into his wrists. She bit his neck and shoulders hard scratching him down his sides, then turned her body and began to scratch the cheeks of his ass, the backs of his legs, still gripping him between her thighs. She felt his body begin to loosen beneath her, warm and alive but barely moving, relaxed now within her restraints. She carefully pulled on her long, latex gloves and pushing open his ass cheeks, she slowly sucked her finger and pushed it hard into him. He gasped but showed no resistance, his body loose and sensitive to each motion as she stretched him open to insert two more, rocking him back and forth as he moaned faintly and rocked back against her. Climbing down from the bed she took her leather strap and pulled it on. She held the cool glass dildo and with one foot raised onto the bed she forced it inside herself, sliding it further in, as she lubricated it with her warm dripping pussy. Attached to her now with the strap, she spread his ass open again and glided its length slowly inside him, pushing as far as she could go and feeling him buckling beneath her, hearing his muffled moans and feeling close to coming herself as she realised her complete power over him. She fucked him hard, lifting his ass to penetrate him fully, to possess him completely until she felt the spasm of his climax and drove his face further into the pillow as the gag choked his cries. She felt exhilirated, glorious to have conquered that which she desired and straddling him once more she began to rub her clit feverishly, overcome with narcissistic desire, until she quivered into climax, writhing against his ass and smearing her hot come across the cheeks, feeling it oozing from her like molten lava. She reached across and peeled the hood from his face, releasing the warm scent of his sweat mingled with the rubber. Then kneeling at the edge of the bed, she released him from the gag and grabbed the back of his hair lifting his head to gaze intensely into his eyes. "You're my whore now. I possess you." She said. "You will serve me without question because that is your fate." Returning her gaze and still catching his breath, he replied "Yes mistress. Have me. I am yours." With that she removed the collar from it's box, pulled it tightly around this throat,turning the key with an audible click. She lit a cigarett from a candle flame before blowing it out and sat at the edge of the bed, watching him as he fell unconscious where he lay, face down on the bed. Virgin Domme Ch. 02 He opened his eyes slowly, trying hard to focus as he felt his body restricted, registered the tight cuffs around his wrists, the chains which bound him face down to the bed in the almost familiar room, the collar which pressed into his throat, struggling to focus his eyes and his mind and clear the fog from his consciousness. As his vision cleared he felt her presence at the foot of the bed, and managed to lift his head, turning enough to see her standing there, surrounded by swirls of smoke, smouldering it seemed, as candle light reflected from her glossy corset and dark hair. . He winced as pain registered in his back and the back of his legs but mostly his ass, which tingled and ached, his stomach was sticky with dried come and he began to realize now there was no escape. He had surrendered. Now he belonged to her. Almost fully conscious but feeling dizzy from the drug she had administered, he heard footsteps ascending the stairs and felt fear begin to dawn as he realized someone else was approaching. The steps drew nearer, long confident strides, the sound of heels echoing along the wooden floor. The footfalls entered the room and came to a halt at the foot of the bed. He heard the sound of liquid being poured and felt her approach him. She lifted his head from the pillow and held his chin as she poured more of the clear fluid into his mouth leaving no choice but to swallow. He felt movement and a third presence at the end of the bed, heard the rattle of the chains at his feet and felt them loosen and watched as his mistress's hands worked his wrists out of the cuffs and rolled his body over onto his back. Feeling his head cloud once again, he caught a glimpse of a tall, unfamiliar, female figure standing at the other end of the bed. She wore a dark hood over her face and seemed like a shadow, black, yet glinting in the half-light, covered completely in a tight, liquid bodysuit. His mistress forced a hand firmly round his mouth and as his eyes began to close involuntarily, he was plunged into sudden darkness, feeling the tight rubber of the hood as it was forced over his face and head. She left his mouth free of the hood and removed her hand and he now felt cold, wet glass as the dildo was pushed between his lips. He felt his cock swell and lift to a right angle, the blood pounding from into it from every part of him, hearing his pulse rushing around his head. He felt the chains which held his arms tighten, then movement, as the two women climbed onto the bed at his feet. Now he felt their hands on his feet, as they slid sheer stockings over his feet in unison and slowly rolled them upwards. He felt satin sliding up over his legs and lifted himself to allow the belt up onto his hips. Felt the stockings being snapped into place as they were joined to the suspender belt. He heard the sound of a zip being pulled and suddenly the rubber clad woman was climbing onto him, sliding down onto his cock and beginning to rock as his mistress continued to fuck his mouth with her strap on. His cock throbbed almost painfully as the stranger rode him quickly and deeply. She moaned faintly moving rhythmically, until he felt an explosion of hot fluid as he was gripped tightly inside her and felt the throbbing motion of her climax. The strap on was slowly drawn from his lips and he lay panting, close to coming, his heart beating fast. More movement and the feeling of hot rubber against his face, the stranger's knees coming to rest on his shoulders as she lowered her hot, wet cunt over his mouth and began to move slowly against his lips. He felt the mistress licking his cock from root to tip, licking beneath his balls, teasing his ass, flicking in and out and gripping him hard. Pushing down hard onto his face, the stranger rocked harder, smothering him with her dripping pussy and he felt close to passing out as his ass and cock and balls throbbed like never before. Another gush of hot come into his mouth as the stranger reached another pulsating climax.. he was seconds away from his own, delirious with pleasure but struggling to breathe and feeling almost like he had left his own body and was watching remotely. The stranger climbed down and the mistress released his cock from her grasp, lifting her mouth from his ass and climbing up over him until her lips were on his, lapping up the strangers come and teasing his tongue with hers. Then he felt her shudder and she gasped and began to tear the hood from his head, dragging his hair as she ripped it free. He opened his eyes to reveal the blurry outline of the mistresses face, almost touching his, the stranger poised behind the mistress, glass strap on hand ready to enter her. The mistress shuddered again, releasing a hot moan into his face as the stranger fucked her hard, moving into her fast and making her hips buckle as she ground herself backwards onto the glass dildo and he imagined his cock in her, fucking her deeply. The mistress forced her tongue down into his throat, choking his breath and bringing him closer than ever to exploding as she came herself, rocking and groaning wildly, throwing back her head with a look of complete abandon upon her face. As her breath slowed and he felt her hot, clammy body relax, she moved away and the two women climbed down from the bed. The stranger leaned over and sucked hard on his cock, bringing him closer still to his moment of climax and driving him towards the edge of consciousness. As he felt the final surge of ecstasy she gripped the root of his cock, forcing back the orgasm and laughing as she held him back. Laughing as she brought him under control, repressing him tightly as he felt the blood draining back, the pleasure intense but fading, replaced with frustration and helplessness. Releasing him from her grip the stranger kissed his mistress on the lips and left the room, still quietly laughing. His mistress sat beside him and placed her hands on his face, stroking him gently, pushing her fingers through his hair. She leaned over and pressed her lips delicately to his forehead, lingering a moment before standing to leave. As she walked towards the bedroom door she paused a moment and turned, placing one final kiss on the tip of his fading hard on before leaving him alone again in the dark. Virgin Domme Ch. 03 Fading sunlight poured through the window onto his naked body. He woke to find himself laying face up on the bed, unchained, sore from being fucked and aching all over, yet feeling sheer contentment as he recalled the night before. His surrender to the Mistress. No longer his virgin domme, both initiated now by the ritual they had shared. He sat up in bed, noticing he was bound now only by a single cuff and chain at his ankle, the collar still tight at his throat. He took in the room, listened for her breathing, her footsteps but the house felt quiet and empty. To the left of the bed she had placed a table laid out with a simple breakfast, a jug of water, a key and another shot of the drug she had used to sedate him. He leaned across and poured some water, drinking eagerly and smothered a piece of bread with butter and jam, suddenly ravenous. As he ate he noticed a note upon the table. TO MY SUB CHILD When you wake and read this note, I'll be gone. Fear not though, I will return this evening. Here are some simple instructions you must follow and await my return to you. At the end of the bed you will see the clothes that I have chosen for you. You must dress and become my slut. Remove your chain while you dress but I expect you chained and on your knees when I walk back into the room. When I return to you I want to find my whore waiting for her mistress. You will paint your face with the make-up I have provided, watching yourself in the mirror as you transform. Wanting to touch yourself-but you must resist. Take the drug when your metamorphosis is complete, feel it take over you as you submit to my will once more and begin to crave my love, aching to feel my hands on your skin, my tongue against yours, my warm glass cock between your lips, the feeling of the gag strapped tightly in place, silently begging me to penetrate you again. Become my willing slave, child - and wait patiently for me. YOUR LOVING MOTHER By the end of the note his cock was hot and stiff, oozing from the tip, whorish desire consuming him as he saw the stockings draped over the bed, the rubber buckled corset laid out with patent heels, shiny black knickers, the sight of which made him groan quietly with pleasure. Rubbing his cock and feeling the warm trickle, which emanated from the head of his cock, he resisted the urge to bring himself to climax, choosing instead to lick the pre-cum from his fingers and obey his mistress's wishes. He composed himself and reached for the key to unlock his ankle cuff. He slid the smooth knickers up over his feet and slowly pulled them up to cover his bulging cock and balls. Next he took the stockings, stroking them against his skin and put them on, savouring the sensation of them as they enveloped his legs, feeling instantly feminine and submissive, then slipped the corset loosely over his chest. Standing in front of the mirror, he stepped into black patent heels, applied eyeliner thickly, then mascara and finished with a scarlet lipstick. Struggling to tighten up the corset, he heard the door close quietly, the sound of heels in the hall, felt her vibrations as she moved through the house. Remembering her instructions, he drank the liquid drug in one gulp and felt its effects seeping into his brain, coursing through his veins and began to ache for her presence. The metamorphosis now complete, he admired herself, the whore in the mirror, feeling the drug take hold, his consciousness slipping away replaced by intent desire and the need to be controlled by his Mother Domme. He replaced the cuff and chain which had bound him to her bed and locked it securely. His breath grew quick and heavy, as he listened for her footsteps on the staircase. He was suddenly nervous, yet excited, trembling as he waited for her to return to him. Losing control as he heard her climbing the stairs. As though suspended in time, he felt her draw closer and as she entered the room, resplendent in a long hooded shroud, open to the floor to expose a tight rubber dress, stockings and long shiny boots, he sunk instantly beneath her spell. "Stand up", she said. He stood, head down, eyes downcast. "Turn around and face the wall", she said He did as instructed feeling her power possessing, her will taking hold. The Mistress grabbed his hair tightly, pulling his head back and sinking her teeth into the flesh of his neck, her other hand choking the air from his throat. "Let me help you with your corset, child", she whispered and released him from her grip. Reaching in front of him she squeezed his chest, pulling his nipples, gently at first then more firmly, squeezing them tightly and hearing him gasp. She pulled the cord hard and he felt the rubber of the corset constrict his chest as she tied the cord and tightened its buckles. Grabbing his hair once more, she quickly pulled on the rubber mask, pulling firmly as she fastened it into place then turned him to face her. She gazed into his eyes and sat on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide apart to reveal her tight cunt. "On your knees child", she told him, and he sunk to his knees, head down, waiting to serve his Mistress. "Taste me", she said "I know how much you want to taste me on your lips. You want that don't you?" "Yes Mistress", he whispered "I want to taste you" and he licked her gently, feeling her hot wet cunt against his lips. "Touch me inside", she told him, and he slipped a finger inside her, followed by another and began sliding them in and out of her, as she dripped onto his fingers, now gripping his face between her thighs and moving against him. He quickened the pace and felt her grow hot, tight inside her pussy, one hand tightly gripping her hip as he felt her climax build. " Make me come." She ordered and moaned with pleasure as her body tightened and shuddering against him, she came, long and hard, pushing his face deep into her as she covered it with come, his head tilted, lips apart to receive her juices onto his tongue. The Mistress loosened her grip and stroked his face, leaning down to taste herself on him, kissing him deeply, stroking his face and hair. She whispered into his ear. "Good girl." And rising from the bed she placed a faint, lingering kiss on his forehead.