Her introduction to BDSM

A first time always holds a certain significance. And today marked such an occasion. Our first encounter in the flesh. It would be your initiation into the realms of BDSM. You anticipated it keenly; I mirrored that anticipation. The room was basic, yet a bed and a shower were the only necessities for our purpose. You had already checked in, awaiting my arrival within those walls. As arranged, I delivered three distinct taps upon the door.

You opened the door, and a firm embrace sealed our meeting. I inquired if you were prepared. Prepared to yield, prepared to serve me, strictly within the boundaries we had meticulously delineated beforehand. Your nod affirmed our covenant; we could commence.

"Go and freshen yourself, then change," I commanded, my tone leaving no room for ambiguity. Without hesitation, you retreated with your bag into the bathroom. Meanwhile, I arranged the instruments for this inaugural session: two neckties, my leather belt, lubricant, latex gloves, and the Satisfyer you had brought. To complete the setting, a bottle of chilled wine. Though alcohol and the precise calibration of BDSM thresholds rarely align, a single glass can often soothe the initial tremors of anticipation on such a first assignation.

I was pouring the wine when you emerged from the bathroom. Exquisite. Your feminine contours, accentuated. Your full G-cup breasts, presented firmly forward; your newly bare cunt, gloriously smooth and, through the open crotch of your attire, freely offered to my gaze. I bid you turn, the sight of your well-filled posterior stirring thoughts of the spanking yet to come. "Be seated upon the bed." I presented you with your glass of wine.

Following this, I too refreshed myself in the bathroom, emerging shortly after, naked, into the hotel room. My member was already half-erect. I allowed you to sip your wine slowly as I elucidated my expectations. Essentially, I assume dominion over your orgasms. You may only find release when I grant permission. Should you climax without leave, the consequence shall be penetration of your tightest passage – an act you confessed in our dialogues represents your deepest submission, finding anal intimacy a particular challenge.

As you drained the last sip from your glass, I seized your hands, pressing you down onto the bed. Taking the neckties, I bound each of your wrists securely to the bedframe. A touch of lubricant served as a massage oil, easing the initial contact of the restraints against your skin. Observing you regain a measure of calm, I donned two latex gloves, slicking them with more lubricant. I began to knead your buttocks, my touch gradually exploring your sensitive cleft. Slowly, I let one finger glide between your labia, teasing your clitoris. A soft moan escaped your lips just as, without warning, my open hand struck your buttock. You cried out, a sound mingling surprise with burgeoning sensation.

After administering the first strike, others followed in swift succession, even as my fingers delved deeper into your sheath. First one digit, soon joined by a second. I located your G-spot with relative ease, and as I massaged it, your arousal visibly mounted. This was my cue to retrieve my belt and begin chastising your backside with it. I methodically increased the intensity, carefully observing your reactions. The threshold between pleasure and pain grew ever finer. I could bring you to climax now, if I wished. But that would be too facile. I already knew you were destined to lose this game, that your ass belonged to me. First, however, more play.

I instructed you to turn onto your back, your hands now bound crossing behind you. My attention shifted to your breasts. I massaged them, gently at first, then with increasing roughness; you welcomed it, your breath quickening once more. It was time to focus on your nipples. I suckled them softly until they hardened, then began to toy with them – stretching, pinching, biting lightly. Testing your limits here. And though you cried out periodically in pain, I noted your cunt growing wetter still. Moisture already trickled slowly from your opening. Time for some pleasure of my own.

While continuing my ministrations upon your breasts, primarily your nipples, I gradually guided my cock towards your mouth. You opened for me greedily, and as my member slid inside, I grasped your hair with my free hand, thrusting my shaft deep into your throat. I maintained this rhythm, one hand still tormenting a nipple. The deep throating felt exquisite; you were, thus far, a dutiful little slut, delightfully compliant. Time now, perhaps, to push you beyond your known edges.

I donned fresh latex gloves, applying lubricant liberally. Now, my fingers not only invaded your cunt but also began a slow infiltration of your anus with a single digit. Thus, I achieved two ends simultaneously: easing your path towards climax while also preparing your posterior passage for what was ordained. The restraints came off. I caressed your clitoris, penetrated your sheath with multiple fingers, my thumb relentlessly stimulating your nub. By now, a second finger worked within your rectum, and you began to plead, begging for release. I ignored all entreaties, remaining focused on my objective: break the little slut, earn the right to take her anally.

I saw you were close, and with a deep, resonant cry, you climaxed. I offered no respite, immediately beginning to spank you again, knowing the heightened sensitivity of your skin. Once you had recovered slightly, I asked if you understood what was to come next. Subdued, you nodded affirmatively. I unbound your hands from the bed, instead securing your arms together with the ties, positioning you like a supplicant animal, arms stretched back towards your vulva. I handed you your Satisfyer, instructing you to pleasure yourself while I took you, allowing you further releases.

Having arranged you thus, doggy-style upon the bed, I stepped back onto the floor, positioning myself behind you. I guided my cock towards your tight, waiting cunt and, in one slow yet resolute movement, thrust deep inside you. You moaned; how long you had yearned for this reunion. I began to thrust deeply at once, while you switched on your device for added stimulation. It wasn't long before, crying out, you experienced your second orgasm. I paused momentarily; my final act was yet to commence. Your orgasms, coupled with the vibrator's effects, had left you utterly relaxed. You remained so as I slowly smoothed lubricant onto your anus and my own shaft, followed shortly by the gentle pressure of my glans working its way inside. I paused, spanked your buttocks again with my bare hands, eliciting what sounded like another climax. This was the signal to proceed inwards, inch by painstaking inch, until I was buried to the hilt within you.

That was the moment I began to thrust again, slowly at first, then accelerating. I wanted you to feel my dominance, to understand my sole purpose now was to discharge my seed deep within your rectum, your own pleasure utterly subordinate to that goal. I voiced these exact words to you, which seemed to trigger yet another orgasm. Your Satisfyer and I made an effective team. Until, after perhaps five minutes, I emptied my balls deep inside your ass. The seed pulsed deep within you. Slowly, I withdrew my member and inquired if you desired more wine before I continued your domination.