by Simone Leigh
My jitters have returned and my Master sees this. “Relax. We’ll have a meal first I think. Calm you down a bit. And perhaps some wine inside you might help? Do you like champagne?”
“Um, not sure. I’ve never had it.”
“Excellent. I can introduce you to it then? What kind of food do you like?”
“Err... Don’t mind really…. Italian?”
“Fine. We’ll go to Luigi’s around the corner then. I’ll reserve a table for us. Why don’t you have a look around. Have a bath or a shower perhaps? Make yourself comfortable. If you look in the wardrobes you will finds bathrobes and…. other clothes. Look them over.”
I leave him calling the restaurant to make the booking. Exploring the huge apartment, the lounge is vast and tastefully decorated, the bathroom luxurious, the bedroom….
The bedroom is beautiful. Whoever decorated it must have paid a fortune. The bed…. I don’t want to look at the bed. I explore the wardrobes instead, which do indeed contain bathrobes. The other clothes range from jeans and tee-shirts, through the classic little black cocktail dress and evening gowns to…. Black leather? Vinyl? Some kind of harness? I take a robe and close the wardrobe again, turning to head for the bathroom and all but scream as I walk into my Master who is standing behind me, offering me a champagne flute.
“Calm down Charlotte. I promise I am not going to hurt you.” Putting down the glass, he takes me in his arms, holding me like a little girl and kisses the top of my head. “I won’t hurt you.” he repeats. “Have your bath. Afterwards, try the dresses for size. They should fit. Your measurements were listed on the auction ad. I think the black one would suit you well, but you choose.” He retrieves the glass and pushes it into my hand. “Please drink that. I want you to enjoy yourself.” He grins, wickedly. “Think of this as…. The Adventure of a Lifetime.”
He is right. I have committed myself. His grin is infectious and I start to smile as I gulp down the champagne. “You know,” he says. “It really isn’t meant to be drunk like that. Champagne should be savoured. Come and have some more.”
Later that evening, I feel great. My nerves have gone. I am having an adventure. I am here for the ride.
At the restaurant, my Master is good company; full of interesting talk and anecdotes. “I don’t want to embarrass you Charlotte. Here in public, you can call me James. In private, I am ‘Master’.”
Full of excellent food and with perhaps just a little more wine inside me than is quite good for me, we return to the hotel. My Master is all courtesy, holding out a hand to invite me to enter the apartment first, standing behind me to slip the coat from my shoulders, hanging it carefully.
Eyes meeting mine, he takes me by the hand, leading me through to the bedroom.
It is dimly lit, with only a flickering glow from candles scattered here and there.
Standing before me, he strokes my face. “I’ll tell you what’s going to happen now Charlotte. Because this is your first time, you don’t know what to expect. No matter what you have seen in movies or read in books, you just don’t.”
I am trembling with a mixture of excitement, nerves and anticipation. I am confident that my Master will not hurt me more than necessary, but….
He continues. “I am going to undress you, quite slowly, because I am going to enjoy that. I saw you naked at the auction, but I didn’t like it, seeing you treated like goods. This time I want to undress you carefully, to enjoy your body and for you to enjoy it too. If you would like to undress me too, partially or completely, that’s fine, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. Are you with me so far?” He takes my chin in one hand, tilting my face to his so that I must look him in the eye. I nod, gulping and sucking my dry lips.
“After that, I want you to lie down on the bed and to be comfortable. You should be completely relaxed. If you like, I can turn the heating up or down for your comfort. Would you like me to make it warmer or cooler?”
I shake my head. I’m fine
“Alright. If you change your mind, tell me. Once you are comfortable, I am going to massage you, kiss you and enjoy your body. Then I will open your legs and kiss you between them. I will lick and suck you. That should arouse you to orgasm.” He hesitates. “Have you ever had an orgasm Charlotte? Perhaps by doing it yourself?”
“Ummm, I’m not sure. I don’t think so.” I say this uncertainly, but at the mention of licking and sucking me…. down there…. a sharp … something… has stabbed through me. I am warm and wet and my panties are suddenly uncomfortably moist and sticky.
He laughs. “If you’re not sure, then the answer’s ‘No’. When you orgasm, there is no mistaking it.” He tilts his head and smiles. “That’s very good. I am going to be able to give you your first climax. But hopefully, not your last.”
“After you have climaxed, I will penetrate you and will have my own climax. By then you should be aroused enough that your body will be ready for me and it won’t hurt you at all. Do you understand all that?”
I nod again, but my pulse is beginning to race and my heart to pound, my breathing heavy.
My Master see this and smiles. “Good girl.” he says, cupping my face in his hands, and then slowly, draws me close to kiss me on the lips. First his kiss is soft, his lips barely brushing mine, then his tongue slips between my lips, urging me to open my mouth. His tongue traces the outline of my lips and teeth then withdraws as he sucks my lower lip. I am quivering uncontrollably now.
Pulling back, he looks at me again. “Don’t be frightened. I promise I am not going to hurt you. I want this to be wonderful for you.”
“I’m not frightened Master, just excited I think….”
“Listen to your body.” he says. “You’re a grown woman and even if you don’t know it, your body wants this, wants to be touched. Let yourself go.”
He is right. My Master kisses my neck and the hollow of my throat, his hands running through my hair, down my shoulders and arms, skimming my breasts, to my belly and hips. Inside I am increasingly warm and between my legs, ever wetter. My breath is in shorts gasps now.
He cups my breasts, bending to kiss them, one at a time through the sheer fabric of my blouse. The nipples are hard enough to stand out through both bra and blouse and his teeth gently nibble at them.
Tiny though the sensation is, it ripples through me, electric fire down to my sex and involuntarily, I cry out, staggering slightly and grabbing my Master by the shoulders to stay upright. He says nothing, but flashes me a pleased smile, teeth white against his tan.
I am beginning to understand what lust is. My nerves are evaporating and I want… I want…. I don’t know what I want, but I want more….
Standing up straight before me, smile still crinkling the corners of his eyes, my Master strokes fingers across my cheeks and kisses me on the forehead, then lowers his gaze to the top button of my blouse. Carefully he unbuttons it, then the second and the third, stroking the fabric aside to reveal my breasts and stomach. Sliding the blouse backwards over my shoulders, he lets it drop to the floor, then curving a hand around my back, one-handedly unclips my bra. At it also falls to the ground, I wonder how often a man must practice the movement, to undo a bra clip with one hand.
Standing before him, bare breasted, I am suddenly bashful and cannot look him in the face. Dropping my gaze, his trousers are bulging at the front. I swallow hard, but simultaneously, heat surges through me again. I barely know what to do with myself, panting, pulse racing and beginning to flush. I can see my belly and breasts turning red, glistening with sweat.
“You’re alright Charlotte. It’s perfectly normal. You are aroused. Listen to your body. It has a lot better idea of what is happening than you do. Just let it flow.”
I glance into his eyes again, and unwilling to trust to words through my shuddering pants, simply nod again, then find myself gaze drawn inexorably to the bulge in my Master’s trousers.
“It won’t bite you.” he says. “It is going to fuck you, but not until you
’re ready for it, which isn’t yet.” He takes my hand, guiding it downward. “Touch me. I’d like you to, and I think you will like it too.”
I touch him, nervously at first, jumping, a little startled as I feel my Master’s cock twitching in response to me through his clothing, but then more confidently. It is an odd feeling of power, to touch and feel the reply to my caress.
My Master embraces me. His hands behind me unzip my skirt, sliding it smoothly down over my hips, leaving me only my black lace panties, but at the same time, he is lightly pressing his hips, his erection, against me. Again, there is that twitch, that pulsation, in the contact and mounting excitement within me as I realise that, not only does my Master intend to arouse me, but that I can arouse him.
Can I do this? One hand in my Master’s hair, curling and winding it through my fingers, I allow the other hand to quest over his chest, his stomach, beyond and down. Before I go too far…
“Take my shirt off Charlotte.”
I am smiling now. My Master is right. I must listen to my body. And my body is saying….
I unbutton his shirt. My movements are clumsy. I have never done this before. But now, bare chested, I begin to see how beautiful my Master is. His shoulders are broad, narrowing down to a tightly muscled belly and waist. A fine scattering of hairs across his chest tighten to a fine line leading down the centre of his stomach and below his belt line. And, his shirt slides away, I get the scent of him; musky and spicy, a heady perfume. Is it him? Some aftershave he uses? Or is this the scent of sex?
“It’s alright Charlotte. Touch me if you want to.”
He knows what I want. I do want to touch him. Never have I been so close to a male body. My fingers barely grazing his skin, I follow the line of his shoulders, his chest, the small nubs of his nipples with their aura of hairs, the tight outline of his abs and taut, flat stomach. I know how Columbus must have felt, exploring new worlds.
I kiss his chest, lightly, wanting to press my face into him, to take in his wonderful scent, but nerves take me again and I back off, embarrassed.
“It’s alright Charlotte. If you want to do it, then do it.” His hand slips to the back of my head, not pressing, but guiding me in.
Encouraged, I kiss again, tracing the line of his chest. My lips brush past a nipple and I take it into my mouth, tasting for the first time, the salty flavour of him, savouring the crinkled texture of the nipple.
Abruptly, he gasps, drawing a deep breath. “Fuck Charlotte! I hoped this was going to be good, but….”
He grabs me by the shoulders, pulling me upright, in the first ungentle move he has made. “Ye gods girl! Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
Abashed. “I’m sorry Master. I didn’t mean….”
He laughs and grabs my chin in one hand. “That’s not what I meant. You definitely do not need to apologise. I’m just realising that I’m lighting fires that may takes some quenching.”
Then he turns serious. “Your turn now.” And he drops to his knees, looking up at me. “Support yourself on me. Your hands on my head or shoulders, whatever you need.”
I don’t understand him at first, but then, as his mouth closes over me through my panties, I get it. As his warm breath bathes my thighs and his tongue laps at me through the fabric, fire ignites between my thighs and I cry out. My knees giving under me, my hands scrabble for something to hang on to.
“Gently girl.” he says as I grab at his hair, trying to stabilize myself against him. “Open your legs a little. Let me at you.”
I move my feet apart a bit, making a small gap between my thighs, watching as my Master slips in a hand and starts to stroke me through the panties. Entirely unsure as to what exactly he is stroking, nonetheless, I shudder and moan as my panties are abruptly wetter, flinging my head back, eye screwed shut.
“Master. I’m sorry, but I can’t stand up properly.”
Abruptly, he rises, scooping me up. “Time to get you horizontal I think.” he says. And he drops me on the bed, almost dumping me there.
I lie in a tumble of hair and sweat, panting uncontrollably, my Master towering above me, looking down, his expression calculating.
“Are you still nervous Charlotte? Still scared?”
No, I am not scared, not nervous, not even slightly. I am afire. I want more…. But I have no words and shake my head dumbly.
Still he gazes at me, assessing, for a long moment, then starts unbelting his jeans.
As they fall to the floor, I see him, my first man, for the first time, naked. I have seen pictures of course, in the magazines, on the internet, but have never appreciated before, how wonderful an aroused man with an erection can look. The pictures and images I have seen before seemed tawdry and cheap. When I sold myself, I believed that I was sacrificing myself for money, prostituting myself. But.…
He is magnificent.
His blond hair; a halo; I could lose myself in the deep pool of his dark eyes. His taut muscles outlined and gleaning in a sheen of perspiration. His erection, his penis, upright, proud against his flat stomach.
I want him. But I don’t know…
I reach out to him, arms outstretched. Somehow, my hands are drawn to his cock.
His sees it, but shakes his head. “Not yet. Not for your first time. I want you ready for me.”
Disappointed, I flop back onto the pillow, feeling a little petulant. He sees it, cocking an eyebrow. “Madam. Do as you are told. I am in charge here. And…. You will enjoy it the more.”
Sucking in my cheeks with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement, I obey my Master. He has been right about everything so far. Why should I not want to follow his wishes and commands?
“Raise your arms over your head Charlotte. Clasp your heads together.”
Obediently, I do so, a little puzzled.
“I am not going to restrain you in any way today Charlotte. It might frighten you. But, take that position. Later, you will be tied and restrained. Today, simply hold the position. Imagine that I have hand-cuffed you that way.”
Sitting on the bed, he slips hands between my knees, encouraging them apart. “Open up now. I’m going to tongue-fuck you.”
At his words, a surge of juices floods between my thighs. Opening my knees my Master sees how wet I am and “Mmmms” with a pleased sound. Pulling a pillow from the bed he pushes it under my hips, then pulls me into position. “Swing your legs up. Open your knees. Wider. That’s it. Head down. Hips up. Let me see you.”
He pulls another pillow from under my head, again he shoves it under my hips, forcing my back to arch and my hips to jut upwards.
“Good girl. Lie back. Relax. Just let me take over now.” He makes a final adjustment to my position, pulling my hips up a little more, widening the spread of my knees and thighs. I am completely exposed. I have never been naked with a man before. Now I am not merely naked, but displayed……
My nerves are back and my panting is not just arousal but now, real fear. There is a sinking in my stomach. What is he going to do? Nonetheless, I am running hot and liquid. I can feel my…. private parts…. are hot and swollen.
“You’re beautiful Charlotte. I know that you don’t know how beautiful, but trust me, you are. And I’m going to make you cum and scream for more. I’m going to fuck you until you know that you are beautiful.”
His eyes, lambent in lust and candlelight, meet mine, and my fears disperse. Then he leans forwards and licks me slowly, from cunt to clit. Just once.
And I scream.
Ecstatically, I convulse at this never before experienced sensation of a warm, sensual tongue slipping over my pussy and bud.
My arms have, disobediently, flailed at random, and my Master’s hands grab me by the wrists, pressing my arms back to obedience, above my head into the pillows.
“Very good Charlotte.” he whispers into my ear. “But did I tell you to move?”
Almost disabled by the sheer sensation of what I have just experienced, I lie limply back against th
e pillow. “No Master. Sorry Master. I’ll be good.”
“That’s better. Why don’t you hold onto the bars of the headboard. Perhaps it will make it easier for you to be obedient.”
I had not previously really looked at the headboard. It consists of half a dozen upright metal bars within a frame. Very easy to hold on to and also, as my over sensitised mind now registers…. very easy to be tied to.
Moving both arms behind my head, I hold a bar with each hand, clasping tightly so as not to disobey my Master.
There is a glint of approval in his eyes. “Good girl. Feel free to move your legs to make yourself comfortable. If you swing them upwards it will be easiest for me, but you can rest your feet on my back or shoulders if you want to.”
