I did as he asked, tracing the pointed edges of the forks against the outsides of my thighs, letting a light “mmm” escape my lips.
“Good. Now open those fucking legs and rake them across your inner thighs. From your knees up. Almost to your cunt, but don’t touch it.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Keep fucking that cock. Raise and lower yourself onto it. Do you hear me?” His voice held a menacing tone that sent a fresh batch of shivers dancing up my spine.
“Yes, sir. I am.” My clit throbbed. I wanted to touch it, grind against something. The scraping with the forks had awakened another set of nerve endings, and my skin tingled.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“I like it.”
“Good. Now keep fucking that cock and take the tines of the fork and dig them into your nipples.”
“Yes, sir.” Tentatively, I pressed the end of the fork into my nipples, which were hard as could be. The sensation was surprisingly good. It felt strange to stab my sensitive little buds, but pleasant in a thrillingly-perverse kind of way.
“Dig those forks into those nipples. Dig them in good!” His tone was intense. Forceful.
I did as he said, the combination of pleasure and pain coursing through my chest like a current of electricity.
“Now twist them.”
“What?”
“Dig them in and twist the forks, Sophie. Do it, girl!”
I complied, and as I twisted the forks, a bitingly-delicious feeling crept over me. “Ohhh!” I moaned. That combination of ouch and oooh was intoxicating.
“Now let go.”
Reluctantly I did so, but I wanted more. Gone was the anxiety I’d felt earlier. That had been replaced by pure lust. A sheen of perspiration glistened on my skin and I continued to ride my kinky homemade hobby horse.
“Slip a couple of elastic bands around your wrist.”
“Yes, sir.” Coming back to earth for a second, I hunted around on the bedspread for those elastic bands. I knew I’d put them somewhere on there. I hated to upset him by not having the materials at hand I was supposed to. Sliding them over my hands onto my wrists, I muttered, “Okay.”
“Pull the band back then let it go, snapping your wrist.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, snapping the elastics on the thin skin around my wrist.
“I said snap it. I want to hear it.”
“Sorry, sir.” Exhaling I pulled the band back farther and let it zing toward my wrist, making a louder “pop” and leaving my skin smarting.
“Good girl. Do that one at a time to each wrist five times for a total of ten times. After each one I want you to say, ‘Thank you, sir.’ ”
I steeled myself for the pain. “Yes, sir.” I snapped, then said, “Thank you, sir.” I did this nine more times. By the end, my wrists were noticeably stinging, but with the repetition I’d lulled myself into a dizzy state of resigned arousal. On one hand I wanted to play with myself, to climax, but that desire had been overtaken by my desire to carry out his instructions, to please him.
“Now sit down on the chair, with that cock buried deep inside you. Can you do that?”
I sank onto the pillow, still stuffed with the rubber dildo. “Mmm hmm.” Then I caught myself and quickly corrected my mistake. “I’m sorry. I mean yes, sir.”
“That’s better,” he said, acknowledging my faux pas. “Pick up one of the forks and scrape it across your little clit. In fact, use your other hand to pull back the skin around it. Let that little nub out to play.”
Something in my stomach lurched, and I swallowed hard. A tingling started in my shoulders that culminated in my hands starting to shake. Suddenly my mouth was dry as cotton. “Sir,” I managed but couldn’t get any further.
This was too much. That was going too far. I don’t know why that felt like a line not to cross, but he was asking me to expose myself in every conceivable way, and now he was asking me to literally peel back the layers of protection that led directly to my very core. To the most intimate part of my entire body and scrape it with a common eating utensil. Like I was some sort of animal in a lab experiment. All of a sudden I wanted to scurry away and disappear.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I might have wanted to run away, but I didn’t.
I considered hanging up. I could have pressed one button, disconnecting our conversation, and I’d never have to talk with MC again. It would be easy. I’d never run into him at the grocery store or at work. I could simply refuse to answer his emails, ignore his texts.
But the thought of that made my stomach lurch harder.
I’d never be able to do that.
In a weird way, he owned me. This man, whoever he was, had seen inside me, found the dirty little secrets that made me tick, and now he controlled me with them, taunted me with that knowledge.
Would these perverted acts he had me committing be considered as depraved in his world as they would be in mine? I doubted it. If my parents found out what I was doing, they might disown me. If the school I worked for discovered my kinky extracurricular activities, I’d lose my job, and I’d surely lose some of my friends, if not all.
“Sophie!” he barked, bringing me back to the situation at hand.
“Sorry, huh?”
“Scrape that clit!” He growled, and all my concerns flew from my mind. With a conscious effort I let go of my reservations and dragged the end of the fork across my shiny pink button as I held the skin back with my other hand.
It hurt, but not as much as I expected.
“Now, press it into your clit.”
I started to, but it was uncomfortable. “But…”
“Do it.”
I caught my breath. “Yes, sir.” I did it then let out a whimper.
My obedience was rewarded with a, “Good girl.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Now tell me that you’re a greedy girl who needs her cunt fucked.”
“I’m a greedy girl, and I need my cunt fucked.”
“Spank that ass with your spatula and keep repeating that. I want to hear that thing when it lands on your skin. I’ll tell you when to stop.”
I swatted my ass, switching cheeks when one side got too painful, all the while repeating the mantra he’d given me. “I’m a greedy girl, and I need my cunt fucked.” It was robotic, but in the back of my mind it reduced me to a hungry slut with overwhelming carnal needs, and nothing else mattered. I got lost in the scene until the rest of the world disappeared, and it was only him, me, and my desire to come.
“Good girl. You may stop now.” This brought me back out of my self-spanking trance. “Take those wristbands and put them on.”
“Yes, sir.” I slipped them on, fearing what would come next.
“Now clamp the attached clothespins to your nipples.” I did as he asked and my breasts raged with a fiery pain that was both awful and yummy at the same time.
“Go lie on the bed now. Lie on your back and fuck yourself with your vibrator.”
“Oh. Yes, sir.” I hadn’t expected this, but I climbed on the bed, lay back and made myself comfortable.
“I want you to think about opening your mouth and taking me inside it. Suck on your fingers with your free hand. Start with your thumb. Use your tongue to work it, pretend it’s my cock and you’re very hungry for it.”
I inhaled and a shiver traveled over my body, my nipples cried out, and I closed my eyes. I imagined him kneeling above me, shoving his cock past my lips, down my throat. It made me so wet, I felt a surge of my juices trickle down my leg. When I used my wrist to fuck myself with my vibe, the attached string tugged at my nipple. It was agony and ecstasy at the same time. “Oh yes. I like that,” I moaned.
“That’s because you’re a greedy little cumslut, aren’t you?” His voice sounded more ragged than it had previously, and I pictured him sitting in a chair on the other side of the computer, stroking his cock while I thought about sucking it.
“Yes, sir. Are you going to fuck me?”
I asked boldly. MC had never mentioned actually fucking—between the two of us—in our conversations. It was always me fucking my cunt with a toy. But he had asked me to pretend I was sucking him off. Why not pretend he was fucking me? Because that’s what I wanted. More than anything. I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted to experience his passion the way it came through over the internet in his emails, the way I heard it in his voice. I wanted to feel that coursing inside me.
“I haven’t decided yet. It depends on if you’re a good girl,” he said, toying with me.
That was okay. I was his. He could do with me whatever he liked.
At least during this session.
That was the agreement, right?
“I’ll be good,” I promised. “I’ll be so good. I’ll do whatever you want me to.” There was a teeny tiny part of me, in the way back of my mind, that rebelled against my words, but the wanton slut I’d become squashed her back and added a sultry giggle.
“Keep fucking yourself.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Reach back with your other hand. Your fingers should be wet from sucking on them. Now stick one up your ass.”
Eww. I’d never been much of an ass person, but I wanted him to fuck me so I did it. As I inserted my index finger I groaned.
“Fuck your ass with that finger.”
I groaned again, and this time he must have recognized my reticence, because he growled, “Do it bitch!”
“Yes, sir,” I warbled, and did as he asked.
“Who owns that pussy of yours?”
Contorted into a wild position in order to fuck myself in both holes at the same time, I breathed heavily. “You do, sir.” And the thought of that, of him controlling me, owning my sexuality, the most intimate and private parts of my body—that sent me other the edge.
The tremors started in my extremities but traveled rapidly to my core. With each intrusion, each push, the intensity of sensations built to a crescendo of ecstasy, until all that pressure released in a sweet explosion. Waves of bliss spilled over me, flowing in a seemingly endless river of pleasure, complete with its ebbs and flows.
“That’s right. I own that sweet cunt of yours.” Then he groaned, his voice strangled, desire morphing into satisfaction, and I could hear his own release. I pictured him, fist encircled around his cock, his pearly, viscous offering spewing into the air, flying across the room and landing on the carpet, perhaps some on his leg. I imagined catching it on my body, maybe on my tongue, tasting him.
“Will you come in my mouth, sir?” I asked, surprised at my brazenness.
“Is that what you want?” he snarled.
“Yes, sir. To taste you. Swallow your cum.”
“You’ve been a good girl. I think you’ve earned my cum. Be sure to lick me clean, you little whore.”
His words lit me on fire, and I climaxed again. “Yes, sir,” I breathed, my voice coming out barely more than a whisper. My muscles contorted again and I rode out another body-shaking release. Without thinking, I blurted out, “Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome, Sophie.”
We were silent for several moments, recovering. My heart rate began to slow, part of me amazed at what I’d just done, and part of me wishing the man on the other end of the computer was lying next to me.
He spoke first. “How did you like your first session?”
“It was great. I liked it.” I wanted to ask him in turn if he’d liked it, but it seemed stupid. After all, he’d led me through the scene, and what if he hadn’t liked it? What if I was a disappointment to him? If that was the case, I didn’t want to know. My ego couldn’t take it.
“Good. You did a good job.”
“Thanks, sir.”
“Do you have any questions for me?”
At that moment, he seemed approachable, more available to me, softer than he usually felt. This would be a perfect time to ask those questions, but I couldn’t think of any. My brain had turned into a bowl of mush. About all I was capable of at that point was basking in the afterglow of the delightfully naughty tryst we’d just had. “No, but that was fun.” I giggled, nervous admitting how much I’d enjoyed the kinky gauntlet he’d just put me through.
“Good. Our sessions will only get better from here… as I get to know you better.”
I stretched my limbs languorously in feline fashion. “That sounds good.”
“All right. Tomorrow I will find you online after you’ve had a chance to process everything, and we will have a debriefing of sorts.”
“Oh.”
“It’s important to your growth that we discuss your thoughts and reactions to our play time.”
“Okay.” He was certainly thorough.
“What’s better for you, morning or afternoon?”
“Uh, morning is fine.”
“Good. Then I will contact you for a chat tomorrow morning sometime. I apologize that I have to run, but I have some work I need to finish.”
“Oh, that’s fine.”
And that was it. He said goodbye, and then he was gone.
As spent as I was, my mind began to whir with curious thoughts about him. What sort of work would he have to do at close to midnight? Was that just an excuse to disconnect from me?
What more did I want anyway? I knew this wasn’t a “relationship.” It was just a sex thing, and for solo sex, that experience had been rather mind blowing, though I’m not sure how it would have compared to the same thing in real life…
The next morning I slept in, a guilty pleasure I allowed myself after nine months of waking up at five a.m. to make it to school on time. After a shower and some toast for breakfast, I settled into a comfortable chair in the living room with my laptop.
I powered it on and checked my email. I hadn’t been on ten minutes before the chat window at the bottom of the screen popped up.
MC: Are you there?
Sophie: Yes, sir.
MC: Ready for a session recap?
Sophie: Yes, sir.
MC: Good. First get your toy in that tender wet hole of yours.
Damn! He never tired of being demanding, did he? It was all fuck this, fuck that 24/7 with him.
Sophie: Just a minute.
I went to my bedroom closet, found a dildo, and came back to the computer. I fiddled around with it for a bit, then inserted it, leaned back to find a comfortable position and typed: Okay. Done.
MC: I want your reactions to our first play session.
Sophie: It was a little scary because it was new, and I don’t know you very well. But I think the fear may have added to the excitement. Also, I liked how you demanded that I do things to myself and how you pushed me to take things further.
MC: Be assured I will push you further and further. I will feed off your responses, and as I learn more about you, I will use your reactions to design sessions that are even more delicious. What was the highlight of the session for you?
Sophie: The highlights were absolutely the forks and when you let me come… Thank you, sir! I came at least twice and it was glorious! I liked the clit and nipple play the best.
MC: You were a good girl and orgasms are your reward. Orgasms will always need to be earned. The intensity and the depth of your orgasms will increase. I want to keep you a puddled mess. What else did you like?
Sophie: I liked how you talked to me for the most part. I really like the word “cumslut” and when you called me a little bitch it surprised me but it turned me on. I can’t believe it but I liked being called a whore. I guess I like dirty talk, so that was one of my favorite parts. I also liked, at the end, when you talked about sucking cock.
I didn’t write “your cock” but I was thinking it.
MC: Good. I will continue to verbally abuse you.
Sophie: It is freeing, just like you said. It’s also objectifying, which is a turn on.
MC: You are a quick study.
I felt my cheeks flush at his praise.
Sophie: Also, I thought you were a really goo
d dom, giving me that right mixture of encouragement, discipline, strictness, contempt, and caring. Okay, maybe not so much caring, but kindness or decency.
MC: I’m pleased you enjoyed my style. It’s difficult finding the correct doses of pain, pleasure and control but we will get there as I learn more about your likes and dislikes. That’s why honesty and trust are such key factors. The sessions are a tad more difficult over the phone. A camera provides me with a lot more feedback, but I understand the perimeters and will work within the framework available.
Was he pushing me to do scenes on camera? I decided to take his words at face value rather than read a manipulation into them.
Sophie: I am looked forward to trying new things and finding out what the rest of those shopping items were for. I’m becoming a very greedy girl, and I want more.
MC: What were some of the lowlights or things about the session you didn’t like?
Sophie: Hmm. That I had trouble finding the right toy at the right moment. I was scared of taking too long and displeasing you, so that made me fumble around even more.
MC: You are on a learning curve and you will be better prepared once you know more about my demands and expectations. I thought the first live session went well, and they will only get better. Last night we enjoyed a positive session, and I’m looking forward to taking you even higher and further. I have to get back to work soon, but first I have an assignment for you.
Sophie: Yes, sir.
MC: Today will be fuck day. Every hour on the hour I want thirty strokes in that wet cunt. You will find the privacy and fuck yourself counting backward from thirty to zero. I want you to be a hungry li’l whore all day. Understood?
Eek. I was volunteering at the library today. How would I do that?
Sophie: Yes, sir, I understand.
MC: One more thing—I don’t want to see Dom spelled with a lower case d again.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
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