by Lexie Syrah
Table Of Contents
Training
Taken In Public
Sorority BFF
A Few More Of My Books For Your Pleasures
Thank You For Reading!
Training
“So what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?”
I asked the beautiful 25 year old in the suit across from me. His deep blue eyes seemed to ice over at the question, and he stared into my own hazel eyes.
“That’s a question that you really don’t want to ask,” he replied without ever taking eyes off me.
I’d dated a lot of gorgeous guys in the past, but Tim was different. The way he moved with an almost inhuman grace had entranced me the first time I’d met him.
“That’s not true, I can’t just keep going on dates with you without ever getting to know you. How bad can it be?”
I had no idea of the secrets that were held behind those cold blue eyes.
His jaw clenched slightly before replying, “I once tied a woman down to my bed and beat her ass with a paddle until her entire ass was covered in bruises and she couldn’t sit down for three days.”
He left the response reverberating in the air as he picked up his glass to take another sip, his eyes still staring deep into mine as he waited for my response.
“That was not the answer I’d expected.”
I was trying to be flirty. I was trying to pry into his sexy and secretive mind. I was trying to get him to tell me about adventures or crazy women he’d dated. I didn’t know how to respond to something like that. So I took another drink of my daiquiri. He had to have a good reason. Maybe she’d asked him to? Maybe he’d been drunk? He’d left the question in the air expecting me to explode or to scare me.
I’d met guys who liked to shock girls that they dated, trying to play up their masculinity. The problem was that Tim didn’t need to shock me to prove his masculinity. He oozed it.
“So there’s got to be a story attached to that statement,” I said after I’d put my drink back down, trying to act calm at his crazy statement.
“Not really. She was my submissive, and she told me ‘no’ when I gave her a command.”
“Your submissive? Like 50 Shades of Grey submissive stuff?”
That movie had been really hot. Maybe this would be fun. Maybe he’d be less of a creeper than that guy. He was already way sexier. Everything he did made me want to drag him home to fill my desperate pussy.
“No, that story was written by a woman who had no understanding of the world that I live in. I am a dominant, not a sadist, and she was neither. I don’t have stupid rules about not touching me or sleeping with me. I simply enjoy having a woman that is unable to say, ‘no’ to me. If she does, she gets punished, which I also enjoy to some degree. I don’t beat women for my pleasure. I just do it for training purposes.”
The thoughts of being spanked by Tim turned me on immensely. His strong hands holding me over his knees while he slapped my ass would be a fantasy for a long time.
“Is that why you didn’t take me home with you after our first or second date? You didn’t want to fuck me without this S&M stuff?”
“No, I just don’t fuck on the first or second date. It keeps either of us from getting attached before we know each other a little better. And it keeps me far away from the booty call zone.”
I’d never met a man who didn’t want to fuck me immediately. I was sexy, and I knew it. I had perky C cup tits, that I’d never hidden, that flowed down to a toned and tanned waist and ended in an ass that begged to be grabbed.
I embodied the sorority stereotype, and it had worked well for me. Turning men’s heads was one of the things I enjoyed more than anything, but Tim never seemed to be as driven to stare at my assets.
Instead, he always stared into my eyes as though he was trying to see into my soul. Most of the time, I had to redirect a man’s gaze as his eyes constantly fell to my overflowing breasts. Tim was an anomaly, though.
“Okay Tim, I guess I have to be the one to bring up the dreaded ‘What is this?’ question, but what exactly are we doing?”
“I’m 19 years old, and you’re 25. I’m a sophomore in college, and you’ve got a really good job already. You don’t want to be a booty call, and I don’t want to either. That leaves us with dating as a possibility.”
“Are you someone who can just date me or do I have to jump on the S&M train?” My confusion and frustration at his seriousness was seeping into the conversation, but he seemed unaffected by it.
“If you were just some girl that I didn’t plan on seeing next week, I wouldn’t expect you to be my submissive, but that’s a part of me I can’t just push aside for a serious relationship. If I don’t have that power over a woman in my life, I lose a part of myself, and that would make me extremely unhappy. I’ve tried to push the dominant part of me away, but it always ends in a ruined relationship. I understand if you don’t want to become a part of my world, and I won’t try to change your mind about it. If you want to have more than a physical relationship with me, you have to accept all of me which includes my need to dominate you.”
My mind told me to break it off with him. I knew that I could find a guy that wouldn’t want to use me like that, but the thought of this gorgeous man with icy blue eyes taking me to the unexplored sexual territory made my pussy ache with desire. In the end, my pussy won.
“Okay Tim, I’m willing to hear you out. What would you want me to do? Is there some kind of contract or rules?”
“No contract and only three rules. You don’t get to masturbate unless I tell you to. You are not allowed to refuse me anything unless we’ve already talked about it. And lastly, you’ll move in with me and will not be allowed to wear clothes unless people are over.”
“What if you do something, and I don’t want to do it? What if I want to leave you right then? Are you going to rape me until you’re done?”
“No, if you say the word ‘red,' I’ll stop immediately. But you’ll go home, and we won’t see each other again. I’m very serious about that part. I won’t call you back, and I won’t take you back. I wouldn’t want to push you that far because I wouldn’t want to lose you, so it helps to protect you as well as me from you shutting down for things that don’t really push your boundaries.”
The thoughts of losing all of the power in a relationship from the beginning was a foreign thought, and I wasn’t sure if I really wanted it.
“How about we have a trial period? It’s Friday night, so how about I stay with you for the weekend, and on Sunday night, I’ll make my decision?”
“That’s, fair If you’d like to try, we can start right now.”
For the first time, his eyes seemed to thaw slightly, as if there was some sort of lust beginning to warm him.
“Okay, I’m all yours, Master,” I said with a smirk. The thought of the whole thing was slightly funny to my college coed brain.
He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out some sort of device and slid it across the table to me.
“Go into the restroom and put it on. Bring your panties back out here and give them to me.”
I had no idea what the device was until I was in the stall with my panties down around my ankles. The straps went around my ass, and the crotch was a simple bullet vibrator. I put the vibrator against my clit, but there wasn’t an on/off switch on it.
I picked up my panties and balled them up in my fi
st and walked back to the table. Tim was smiling devilishly as I put the panties next to his glass. I sat back down in my seat and felt the vibrator suddenly come alive. I gasped as it scared me initially, but once I’d taken a deep breath and calmed myself down it began to feel very pleasant. The vibrations were not extremely intense, and I smiled back at Tim.
“Well, that was a surprise!” He chuckled at the playfulness in my voice after my shocked expression had left.
“It was supposed to be. I’m sure that it’ll make our conversation much more interesting.”
He looked at my near empty daiquiri and waved over our waitress before turning the power up on the vibrator. The idea of a remote controlled vibrator was a fantastic idea, except in the middle of a restaurant. Luckily, there was enough ambient noise to drown out the soft buzzing coming from my pussy.
“Yes? Do you need refills?” My eyes were beginning to become clouded with lust as the vibrations coursed their way through my veins.
“Yes, I’ll take another gin and tonic,” Tim told the waitress.
“And for you, sweetie?” she asked me, partly shaking me out of the fog.
“Umm… yes, I need another… mmm… daiquiri.” She looked at me in confusion.
I’d only had one drink, and there was no way that I could be drunk already. She picked up the empty glass, utterly confused at my lack of attention to what was happening around me.
When she left, the vibrator returned to the low setting, and I was able to concentrate on other things much better.
“So tell me about your sexual tastes, Tiffany. What have you done before?” He was cutting to the chase quickly enough.
“I’ve had normal sex and given blowjobs. I’ve kissed other girls before.” Saying it like that seemed like I was really inexperienced.
“Okay, then what would you like to try?” The vibrator had me going crazy.
“I’m open to just about anything. I’ve never tried anal, but I’m not against it. I really liked the scenes in 50 Shades of Grey where the woman got tied up. That seems like it’d be really hot. I don’t know. What else is there?”
My hips began to slowly thrust as my need began to grow.
“There are a lot of other things. There’s various types of pain, sensory deprivation where I take away your sight with a blindfold or put earplugs in, there’s playing with other people, and there’s fisting to name just a few of the possibilities. How do those sound to you?”
“Everything sounds really good to me, except the fisting stuff. That’s not okay. I don’t want a loose pussy, and I definitely don’t want a loose asshole. Plus, that would be horribly painful. Don’t even think about doing that stuff to me.”
Tim laughed deeply and smiled back at me.
“Okay, no fisting. I can handle that limit.” The waitress came back with our drinks and noticed the panties sitting next to Tim’s plate. It was like a light bulb turned on in her head as she smirked at us and put the drinks on the table. I was embarrassed that she knew that I was panty-less and that my confusion earlier had been the result of some sort of stimulation by Tim.
I could feel the juices dripping down my thighs and soaking into my dress. Now I would have a giant wet spot on the back of my dress as I left the restaurant. I was ashamed at the thought, but my cunt couldn’t have been happier.
“We’ll take the check now,” Tim told the waitress.
“This weekend, because I don’t know much about you, you are allowed to say yellow to tell me that the command I’ve given you is very hard, and you are close to saying ‘red’. This won’t stand after the weekend is over, though.” I nodded, glad that I would be able to slow things down if they were going too fast for me.
The waitress came back with the check and Tim paid it. We left our full glasses at the table, and as I stood up to leave, the vibrator turned back up to a higher setting than before. I could barely walk, and Tim held out his hand to steady me.
The back of my dress was soaked in my pussy juice, and everyone that we passed turned to stare at the obviously drunk girl that had pissed herself. I couldn’t believe how embarrassing it was, but I couldn’t pay attention to anything else. Tim was unfazed by the attention his “drunk” girlfriend was getting as he led me to the Corvette that sat outside.
He helped me into the sports car before getting in. As soon as he started the car, he commanded me, “Take off all of your clothes.”
His demand shocked me out of my sexual bliss. We had a 15-minute car ride through the city, and he wanted me to be naked the entire way? The shock was almost unbearable, but it was short-lived as the vibrator convinced me that I didn’t want to end all of this before I’d even had a chance to fuck Tim. I stripped down, and my body began to near the edge of a huge orgasm. It was cut short though as Tim turned off the vibrator.
“What the hell! Turn that thing back on! I was about to cum!”
My frustrations exploded out of me without a thought of my situation. Tim simply looked at me and began to drive. Rage boiled within me until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Why won’t you let me cum? If this is the way things are going to be, I don’t want to do this. It’s horrible to push someone to the edge and then stop! Do you want me to do that to you?”
“Okay, if you want to cum, I’ll turn the vibrator back on, but if you cum before we get home, I’m going to make you cum so many times that you beg me to stop when we get back to my house.”
I laughed at the idea of someone wanting to stop cumming. Who did he think he was? Every guy thought he was the king of the bedroom, and I’d never come close to telling someone to stop making me cum. The idea was hilarious.
Tim turned the vibrator back to high, and I put my legs on the dashboard and began thrusting into the air. He drove silently, ignoring the wanton slut next to him.
We stopped at a light, and a man in a Toyota Camry pulled up next to us. He began honking as he stared at me, but I completely ignored him. I was too far gone to be modest, and just as the light turned green, I let out a deep moan as I came in a magnificent orgasm.
I put my feet back on the ground as Tim turned the vibrator off, and I melted into the seat, completely satisfied. I had no idea that all of this public humiliation would turn me on so much. I’d never done anything like this before, but it was glorious.
Tim turned to me and said, “Well, I guess that tonight’s going to show you exactly how cruel I can be. Maybe next time you’ll listen to me.”
I wasn’t bothered by his threats to “please me too much”. I could handle any amount of pleasure he was willing to give me. I now understand how painful orgasms can get. We pulled up to his house, and he got out and opened my door. I reached to get my dress, but he simply pulled my 100 lb body out of the car, exposing my nakedness to everyone in his neighborhood.
“Hey! I’m naked! I can’t be outside like this!” I forcefully whispered to him, but he ignored me and pulled me towards the door.
I hurried to get to the door, overcome by the fear of being seen by his neighbors. He unlocked the door agonizingly slowly, and I rushed inside. Instead of sitting down or getting me a drink, he simply said, “Let’s go start your marathon sex session,” and led me to his bedroom.
We went up to his bedroom, and he opened a large wooden chest at the foot of the four post bed and pulled four ropes and four cuffs out. Each of the four posts of the bed had a ring attached to them, and he tied the ropes to the rings.
He handed me the cuffs and said, “Put them on your wrists and ankles.” Fear coursed its way through me at the thought of being tied down for someone whom I’d only been on three dates with. It didn’t matter though because my mind couldn’t fight my pussy’s desires, and I slipped the cuffs over my tanned skin.
“Now lay down on your back, spread-eagle.”
His voice was dripping with lust and excitement, and it transferred to me. I felt a river of pussy juice run down my leg as I laid down on the bed. He quickly tied my cuffs to the ropes.
After testing the knots, the fear exploded as I realized just how little control I had at this point. Tim was fully dressed, and I was tied to his bed, unable to move an inch. This was not how I had expected the night to go. I’d expected to be in his bed, his body sweating as he pounded me deeply. I’d expected him to touch me all over, and he hadn’t touched me a single time tonight. What was I doing?
That’s when he pulled out the blindfold out and placed it over my eyes. I began to struggle against my bonds at my loss of control, and fear took its hold over my mind. His nails began to gently graze my skin. He touched my cheek and ran down my neck, only allowing his sharp nails to touch my skin. The fear that was already overwhelming was growing as his nails began to circle my nipples. I could barely breathe, and I began to hyperventilate. The nails trace my shaved pussy lips, cutting through the lines of pussy juice that had overflowed in the car.
