“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 good 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.