****** First Time by Cat ******
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First Time


I wanted her. I wanted to see her helpless, to possess her and feel her body
writhing beneath mine. I wanted to feel the sting of my hand striking her naked
buttocks and hear her soft cries as I violated her. I wanted to breathe her and
taste her, to take her to places she had never been. Could she possibly know
what I was thinking, as she looked up at me with those shy, innocent eyes? I
reached across the table and clasped her hand. She blushed as I stroked it
lightly with my thumb. "Are you nervous?" I asked her. She nodded and her eyes
moved to our intertwined hands. Still my gentle demeanor seemed to reassure
her, and she did not pull away. I wondered how she would feel when the veil
dropped and she realized that I was not all silk and softness.

Too many women had made the mistake of perceiving me as somehow different from
a man. They saw my soft curves and feminine compassion as evidence of a
weakness that did not exist. They thought my loving would be like my words,
tender and sweet, and were unprepared for the fury of my unleashed passion.
They saw a rippling brook instead of a raging river. "Let's leave." I
suggested, and she agreed. I paid the check, and we walked out into the
afternoon sunshine. "I want you to come with me," I told her, running my hand
lightly down her arm, my meaning obvious. This was the only time I felt
uncertain, because rejection was the one entity for which I had no defense. I
was relieved when she let her keys fall back into her purse.

"I'd like that," she said, so quietly that I had to lean close to hear her. I
smiled at her, my affection for this unique creature growing with every step. I
opened the passenger door, then went around to the driver's seat. To her
surprise, I removed a pair of handcuffs from my small bag and clasped them
around her wrists.

"Just in case you change your mind," I teased. She was wearing a medium length
black skirt, her legs bare, feet shod in sandals. I hitched her skirt up to
reveal her creamy thighs, and she trembled as I stroked her velvety skin with a
fingertip. Because I did not live alone, I drove to a nearby hotel with clean,
comfortable rooms. I continued stroking her with my hand and told her that, at
least for the afternoon, she belonged to me.

I left her in the car, still handcuffed, as I registered for a room. Then we
drove across the parking lot to our assigned room. Grabbing my bag of secrets,
I ushered her from the car. She walked ahead of me and paused by the door,
waiting for me to let her enter. Once inside, I locked the door and closed the
curtains, ensuring our uninterrupted privacy. She seemed frightened and at the
same time excited about the mystery of what was to come. I buried a hand in her
long, straight dark hair and pulled her close to me. Without a word, I kissed
her, my tongue pushing insistently between her soft lips. Her body sagged
against mine, and she quivered in my arms. I gently nibbled on her lower lip
and smiled as she tried to catch her breath.

I uncuffed her then, and tossed the cuffs aside. I turned on the radio and
manipulated the tuner until it landed on a song that was rhythmic and sexy.
"Strip." I told her firmly. She began unbuttoning her blouse in haste, and I
stopped her with a shake of my head. "No. Make me want you; entice me with your
body." I knew this would be difficult for her; her shyness was extreme. Wanting
to please me, she began to sway her hips in time with the beat and slowly
unfastened the buttons of her blouse. She turned her back to me, slipped her
blouse off one shoulder, and looked over it at me, running the tip of her
tongue over her lips. Her movements were stiff at first, but I smiled my
encouragement and soon she began to relax. She completely removed the blouse
and jiggled her voluptuous breasts, pushed tightly together by her red satin
brassiere. She gyrated her hips wildly, throwing her arms high above her head,
eyes closed, her long hair whipping about her face. She lifted the hem of her
skirt, teasing me with a flash of her thighs. The skirt came down and she
danced before me in bra and panties. She turned away and slid her panties
slightly down her ass, so that I could just see the crack between her cheeks.
Her bra was front clasping and she unhooked it, then faced me again, holding
the bra in front of her nipples. Aroused, I walked over to her and took the bra
from her hands. I slid it between her legs and rubbed it gently back and forth
across her slit, the contour of her lips outlined in the panties. She moaned.

Her nipples were the color of pink carnations, and I took one in my mouth,
sucking it hard. Her hands stroked my short auburn hair and I felt her fingers
clench as I pinched the bud between my teeth. I took them between my fingers
and pulled, stretching them and twisting until she whimpered. I grabbed her
wrists and pushed them above her head as I pinned her forcefully against the
wall with my body. I assaulted her mouth, engaging her tongue in a duel. My
breasts mashed against hers, and I could feel her heart pulsating rapidly. I
let go of her then, and her body collapsed against the wall. "Turn around and
face the wall, as though I'm going to frisk you." She placed her arms shoulder-
width apart against the wall and spread her legs. I locked a spreader bar
between them so that she could not close her thighs no matter how much she
longed to protect her vulnerable pubic area.

Because we were in a hotel, I decided it would be best to gag her. I placed the
bright red ball between her lips and buckled its leather straps firmly around
her head. I stood behind her and wrapped my arms around her body, lightly
caressing her breasts and stomach. I rubbed my skin against her back, nestling
my crotch against her buttocks, while I sank my teeth into the nape of her
neck. Stepping back, I trailed the deerhide strips of my flogger smoothly down
her back and ass. I brought my arm back and flung it at the wide expanse of her
bare skin, striking her shoulder blades. The impact was mild, and she did not
move. I repeated this several times until I was sure she was comfortable with
it. Then I exchanged my gentle flogger for a nine-tailed cat, with sting. The
initial blow was subtle, but she tensed almost imperceptibly at the greater
bite of the leather. I increased my strokes in frequency and intensity, holding
the tails, then releasing them as I let the cat fly with a fluid motion of the
wrist. I concentrated on her upper back, only moving to her ass when the skin
on her shoulders was red and lined. Occasionally I allowed the whip to slide
between her thighs, smacking against her mound. She could only whimper quietly
with the gag in her mouth; I came close and grasped her hair in my gloved fist,
pulling her head back. "You're mine, do you understand?" She nodded with as
much vigor as my hand clutching her mane would allow.

I lost interest in the cat and instead removed my wooden hairbrush from my
purse. "I'm going to spank you just like your mommy should have spanked you," I
said, stimulated by the way her dark hair contrasted with her pink flesh.
Whack! I hit her ass hard with the back of the brush, and she emitted a
stifled, high-pitched squeal. "You're a bad little girl," I said. "Taking off
your clothes and shaking those tits at me." And I swatted her again. "Aren't
you?" I asked. She nodded fervently. I smacked her eight more times,
alternating cheeks, until I could see black and blue marks just emerging on her
sore bottom. Her eyes brimmed with tears and sobs caught in her throat, but
when I put my hand between her legs I found that her panties were damp. "Mmm,"
I said as I squeezed her swollen lips. "You feel like you need to be fucked." I
unbuckled the gag, then I released her feet from the spreader bar. "What do you
have to say to your Mistress?"

She looked at me in confusion and answered timidly, "Thank you?" I sneered at
her.

"Is that supposed to be a question? Try again, and on your knees this time."
She knelt down and started to kiss my feet in their tall heels.

"Thank you Mistress," she said repeatedly. I patted her head, like a puppy.

"Get up and sit on the bed." She sat down on the edge of the bed, her feet
hanging over the side. I wound white cotton rope over her shoulder, under her
arm and several times around her breast. Then I brought it to the other side
and tied that one securely as well. Her breasts protruded from the white ropes
full and round, like water balloons about to burst. I knelt behind her on the
bed and tied her hands behind her back. Though cuffs are easier, I love the
look of white ropes; they seem somehow less formal. I also know from personal
experience how they rub gently against the wrists, making every movement a
little more uncomfortable. I chained a collar around her neck and padlocked it.
"You look lovely," I said, trailing the tip of my riding crop down each breast,
flicking it against her erect nipples. I ran it down her stomach, over her
navel, to her pussy, which was still covered by her panties. I smacked it
gently with the wide polished leather end piece, then turned it around to rub
her with the handle. Her lips quivered as I stroked her clit with the end of
the handle. "What a horny bitch you are. How many men have you shared that
sloppy cunt with?" She blushed furiously and looked away from me. "I didn't
hear you!" I said and smacked her bush hard with the crop.

"Ow! Eleven!" she exclaimed.

"I think I'd like to see what those eleven men enjoyed." I pushed her gently
back on the bed, knowing how awkward it was for her to lie down with her hands
still behind her back. "Put your knees up and spread your legs so I can see
your cunt."

"Yes Mistress," she whispered and did as I commanded. Lying back, she could not
see me as I took out my knife, which I reserved for such occasions. Its steel
carbon blade was sharp, and it glittered like a jewel in the light. The naked
silhouette of a woman graced the handle, which had been hand-carved from ivory,
before ivory became illegal to import. I held it up and her eyes grew big and
round when she saw it. I rubbed it smoothly against her slit then brought it to
her lips.

"Smell yourself on it." She sniffed the blade obediently but cautiously. "Lick
it," I instructed, "but carefully." She licked the dull side gingerly with her
tongue. I took it away and traced small circles around each nipple, letting her
feel the point without actually pricking her. I slid it down her stomach, which
moved in and out rapidly at her excitement. I inserted it between the waistband
of her panties and cut through the elastic. Putting the knife aside, I grabbed
the satin with my hands and tore it to expose her. "Nice," I said as I caressed
her mound. She wiggled against me, and I spread her lips with my fingers. "I
like you like this, all spread open for me. Is this what you looked like when
you let those men fuck you?" She nodded guiltily. I attached a clamp to each of
the inner lips of her labia.

"Unh!" she reacted. One clamp had a chain attached to it, which I pulled around
behind her, rolling her to one side to slide it beneath her ass. I brought it
around the front and stretched it so that it reached the other clamp and pulled
her lips wide. I noticed her breasts were starting to look pale, so I untied
them. The ropes left red creases on her skin. I fastened wooden clothespins on
her nipples, squeezing them open and letting them clamp their greedy mouths on
her sweet nubs. "Thank you Mistress!" she cried loudly, and it sounded
suspiciously like a curse. I responded to this possible impudence by placing
several more clothespins on each breast, until they formed twin rows. I placed
a smaller one on her clitoris and she gave a small scream.

It was when I dabbed the Ben Gay on her pussy that she started to struggle. "Oh
Mistress, please! Make it better!" she whined. She strained against her bonds,
trying frantically to free her hands so she could provide relief to her aching
cunt. I straddled her stomach to keep her still, but she lifted her feet and
tried to push me off. I slapped her then.

"Behave, bitch!" I commanded. She was trying to roll over so she could find
relief by rubbing herself against the cool sheets. As she heaved her body,
hoping to throw me off, I pulled on the clothespins squeezing her nipples and
slapped her breasts. "The longer you fight me, the longer I will leave it on."

"But it burns! It burns Mistress!" We had agreed upon a word she could use to
escape any predicaments she found unbearable, and I waited to see if she would
use it, but she did not.

"If you are a good girl and stop struggling, I promise I'll make it feel
better." She was immediately still.

"Thank you Mistress! I'm sorry for being so bad." She looked up at me with
puppy dog eyes. In the bathroom I wet a rag with warm water and lathered one
end of it with soap. I removed the clothespin squeezing her button and wiped
her splayed pussy, carefully removing any traces of the Ben Gay. The comfort of
the rag, as well as time, eased the burning sensation and she sighed in relief.
But when I bent down and placed my tongue against her clit, her body jumped.

"Oh God! It's so sensitive!" I tongued her thoroughly, deftly sliding my moist
mouth against her throbbing clitoris. I pushed a vibrator into her vagina and
stroked it in and out. As I did so, it rubbed against the clamps that spread
her wide, pulling her stretched skin.

"Is this how they fucked you?" I asked her, ramming the purple vibrator with
its ridiculous smiling face deeply into her.

"Yes Mistress!" she gasped. "Oh fuck me hard! I'm going to cum!" I immediately
ceased and her eyes flew open in alarm.

"How dare you tell me what to do!" I said, removing the vibrator from her cunt.
It was coated with her sticky juices. "Open your mouth, harlot!" As she parted
her lips, I put the rubber cock between her lips. "Hold it for me," I said. I
took the clothespins from her nipples, and knew the intense throbbing she felt
as the blood rushed back into them. I unclamped the folds of her pussy and
rubbed it gently. Then I grasped her by the nipples and pulled her into a
sitting position while she whimpered helplessly.

"I'm sorry Mistress," she whispered.

"Not half as sorry as you're going to be." I wondered if my eyes revealed my
devilish thoughts. I reached behind her, my breasts against her face, and
unchained her wrists. "On your hands and knees!" I pointed an angry finger to
the floor. I dropped her cream-soaked panties on the floor in front of her.
Then I pushed her head down so that her face touched them. "Bad girl!" I said
as I rubbed her nose into them. "Making your panties a wet sticky mess. I
fished out the butt plug from my toy bag. "Lick this until it's nice and
sloppy," I instructed. She sucked and licked the black shiny rubber. Meanwhile
I stood behind her and used a syringe to fill her tight anus with lubricant. I
spread it around with my finger and felt her sphincter tighten. Taking the plug
from her mouth, I pushed the tip against her puckered opening and pushed it in
gently. She groaned. "Aren't you going to tell me to fuck you hard?" I taunted.
She shook her head. She started to relax her butt muscles and I took the
opportunity to shove the dildo fully into her rectum, watching as the opening
expanded around the wide base.

"Unh!" she grunted.

"That's cute," I said. "Grunt like a little pig for your mistress." She turned
bright red and closed her eyes. I could feel the tension as she tried to force
herself to obey me, but the humiliation was extreme. "Come on, show me what a
good little piggie you can be." She made a soft, almost inaudible, noise.
"That's pitiful," I said. "Let's try again." I slowly withdrew the plug and
then quickly slammed it back into her ass, and as before she grunted. "Ooh!
Very good!" I exclaimed and stroked her smooth back. I caressed her warmly as
she emitted a few embarrassed squeals. "But I think you make a much better
puppy. Fetch that stick!" I gestured to a wooden branch leaning against the
wall. I had put it in my car this morning; it was about half an inch thick and
its bark was peeled away until the wood shone bone white. She crawled over to
it, the plug still embedded in her anus, and picked it up with her teeth; she
brought it to me on her hands and knees. Fondling its almost polished surface,
I looked into her eyes and saw the fear mingled with the anticipation. I walked
around her slowly, dropping to one knee behind her. "Are you horny?" I asked
her; she hesitated. "Tell the truth," I demanded.

"Yes Mistress," she said guiltily. I rubbed her between her legs and observed
that she was being honest.

"What would you like?" I asked her as I slid a finger into her pussy. "Would
you like a cock?" I teased.

"Yes please," she moaned. Her head was tilted back and her eyes were closed.

"I'll let you have one," I began and she interrupted.

"Oh thank you Mistress! Thank you!"

"After I have the pleasure of caning you," I finished.

"Please no," she begged. "I'll do anything...please don't hit me with the
stick!" Her pleas were sweet as she tried to convince me she would be good.

"I'm not doing this because you're misbehaving, sweetheart," I said. "I'm doing
this because I want to hear you cry out as I smack your sexy ass. I want to
make little patterns on your thighs. And when your bottom is red and sore, I
want you to beg me to fuck you." I walloped her with the stick and smiled in
satisfaction at the red welt that sprung up on her skin.

"Owwww!" she wailed. I hit her again in exactly the same spot. I could see the
bruise already starting to form, and I traced it with a fingertip. I smacked
the backs of her thighs, and the skin jiggled from the impact. Her body cringed
in nervous anticipation of each blow. It only took five more strokes before she
began to sob. "Please stop!" she cried. "I hate you!" Her tears rolled down her
cheeks. "You're so mean!" I did not let up and in fact increased the severity
of the contact until she was practically screaming. "Shit! I can't take any
more!" Her entire being shuddered as she sobbed almost incoherently. Then she
said the magic words to make me stop. It wasn't her safeword. Instead, she said
"Mistress, please fuck me." It was what I told her I would wait for.

"Beg me," I said and continued beating her.

"Please fuck me! I want it more than anything. I want a big cock in my pussy. I
want to be your fuck slut!" she exclaimed. She was still crying but there was
an urgency in her words.

"Open your mouth," I said. She complied and I put the stick between her teeth.
Then I stood in front of her so she could watch as I fastened my strap-on
around my waist. It was longer and thicker than the average man's penis. Her
eyes widened but she licked her lips, and I knew she wanted it.

I put a pillow on the rug and got to my knees behind her. I slowly rubbed its
shaft against her moist lips and teased her opening. She moaned and pressed
against me. I slid it into her then, and started to pump. With every stroke, I
could see the round hole of her anus contracting around the base of the black
plug which was still inserted.

She rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, murmuring incoherently. "Mm,
what a sweet girl you are," I said as I fucked her. I grasped her bruised
buttocks with my fingers and dug my nails into the warm crimson flesh. She
started to buck furiously; I stopped and she cried out.

"Lie on your back," I said. I put her ankles on my shoulders and thrust into
her. "Rub your clit," I demanded. She looked embarrassed but caressed it as
passion took over. Soon she was bouncing and thrusting against me. I reached
forward and tweaked one of her nipples, and she came then, gasping for breath
and making guttural noises in her throat. At that moment, the plug popped out
of her ass and she gasped. "Mm...nice." I said, enjoying the sounds of her
pleasure. I did not withdraw but continued to pound furiously as her body
writhed on the ground.

"Please Mistress, stop...I can't take any more." Her head rolled from side to
side as she struggled to endure this unending ride.

"You'd better get used to it," I told her. "Someday I'm going to let my friends
fuck you one after another, and you will either submit or be sent home in
shame." Which each word I thrust into her until her face was flushed and she
appeared ready to orgasm again. I stopped before she could tumble over the
edge. She laid on the carpet panting, her legs twitching as I extracted the
dildo. I put one knee on each side of her head. "Open your mouth and taste your
cum." She turned her head away.

"I can't," she whispered. I grabbed her head firmly and turned her back toward
the dildo dangling above her mouth.

"You will." I pinched her nostrils together until she was forced to open her
mouth to breathe. As soon as she inhaled, I shoved it inside, deep, until she
gagged. "Suck it." Her sounds were muffled but she made an effort to obey me. I
knew her jaws must be tiring from closing around such a thick object, and I
pulled it from her mouth. "My sweet girl," I said, running a finger down her
cheek. "Next time I don't expect such an argument."

"Yes Mistress," she nodded in agreement.

"You will service me now," I instructed, acutely aware of the tingling between
my legs.

"How?" she asked. "What should I do?" Her innocence was so touching. I bent
down and kissed her warmly on the mouth.

"I forgot that you have no experience with women. Kiss and suck my nipples, and
for now I'll do the rest." I laid down on the bed and she crawled up beside me,
kneeling alongside my prone body. As she suckled my nipples, I massaged my
clitoris with my fingertips, remembering the way she looked at me as I fucked
her. "Oh!" I moaned. "Harder!" I demanded. Her teeth began to pinch my pink
nub. "Yes, much better," I cooed. As I neared my own climax, I embedded my hand
in her hair and held her close against my breast. "Oh that's so good darling,"
and I ground my hips against my hand. Finally I came, and I had to push her
away, unable to bear any more stimulation. She looked hurt and I reached for
her hand. "Lie here next to me," I said. She curled up against my side, her
head resting softly on my shoulder. I caressed her back and kissed the top of
her head; she sighed contentedly.

"You look so beautiful when you cum Mistress." She looked up at me shyly.

"So do you," I said to her, closing my eyes. We drifted off to sleep, and I
awoke several hours later. The sun had set, and the room was dark. I slid off
the bed and she woke.

"Do we have to go Mistress?" she asked. I nodded. "Take me home with you," she
said pleadingly. I studied her carefully, so sweet, her body and soul filled
with longing.

"Someday I will," I said and kissed her. "But it's not time yet." I handed her
her clothes and she dressed slowly, as though trying to prolong our time
together. We checked out and I drove her back to her car. "I will call you
tomorrow," I said. "And we will see each other again soon." She smiled happily
and I kissed her cheek.

As I drove home, I noticed something on the floor of the passenger seat. I
picked it up and smiled. It was the key to the collar I had used on her.
Digging through my bag, I observed that the collar was missing. The minx had
taken it! I would have to punish her for it next time and teach her that it was
mine to give, not hers to take. Still, I knew it was simply her way of
expressing her desire to be mine, and the thought softened my annoyance.
Besides, she would pay for it next time.

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