A New Domme/sub Relationship

Dear NotaTitman,

You seem like the person I need, I have read all your works on Literotica and would like to meet you. I am a submissive slut who needs a master and I would like it to be you.

Subgirl 51

That's how it started, a message in the comments which eventually led to this meeting.

SUBGIRL 51

I'm twenty five and have had several serious relationships, my last one ended about a year ago. Having been in two long term relationships (more than 4 months) which can be described I think as vanilla. I was seeking something a bit more spicy. So I found a bad boy and was treated badly, culminating in him throwing me out of his car about five miles from home and driving off. It was the wrong time of the month and I didn't want fucking in the back of the car in a country lane when I had a comfortable bed at home.

We had been out to a club and I was wearing a mini dress and high heels. He had driven off with my handbag! I started walking home, it was raining, surely he would come back, he didn't. I took my shoes off, they were not made for walking. Soaking wet, feet bleeding and stockings in shreds and completely despondent I arrived home eventually.

The only good thing was that he had thrown my bag up the drive and it was lying in a puddle near the door. That night was the final straw, I decided I did not want to put up with that sort of abuse. The bruises and making excuses for them. No more.

So I have gone a year without sex, well sex with a partner. Using various porn sites and in particular Literotica I masturbated regularly, very regularly. That was when I discovered NotaTitman, his stories intrigued me.

I have read all his stories and I loved them. The vulnerability he shows, even from his first tale, makes me feel that he would be the right domme for me and that was when I decided to contact him.

When we finally were due to meet I spent a long time deciding what to wear. I reread several of his stories, quite a few actually, The easiest decision was black stockings with a suspender belt. Powder blue knickers to match the suspender belt, a thong would be too obvious. I have a set with a nice pair of Brazilian briefs in a lace fabric with tiny sequins which created a subtle shine. Brief enough to show about half my bum cheeks.

A matching balconette bra in the same romantic lace fabric. A bow and satin button between the cups make for elegant details. My dark areolas and nipples were visible through the lace. As I put each item on I could feel the build up of desire, nipples swelling and pussy twittering.

The matching suspender belt had a metal ring which was, on me, just below the belly button. The four suspender straps led down to blue garters which was my only concession to his love of lots of straps.

A light blue silk satin top featuring matching lace trims decorated with tiny sequins. A V-neck, spaghetti straps and when I bent forward showed my cleavage and bra if I was wearing one which I usually am as I have quite large boobs.

I had a pair of patent heels, about three inches which is as high as I can walk in. Of all things the skirt was the hardest thing to choose. My bed had every skirt and most of my dresses piled on it before I decided on a metallic royal blue, high waist, A-line, mini skirt which came to mid thigh. The interesting detail is the obvious black zip at the front which has an inviting O ring to pull it down.

I looked in the full length mirror, fuck me I looked sexy. This would surely be a turn on for NotaTitman who is a tit man lucky for me. I had my thick auburn hair styled this morning and after much debate with myself had my makeup done in a beauty parlour rather than do a slutty version myself.

Well here I am scrubbed up, shaved and as beautified as I could make myself. I put an overnight bag full of my best, well sexiest clothes, on the back seat in the hope of staying overnight. I put a suitcase in the boot in the hope of staying longer and drove to meet NotaTitman. The journey flashed by, I remember little of it. My thoughts were all about the possibilities. Picturing myself in some of the situations he had written about.

I parked outside the bistro where we were to meet. Physically, my stomach churned, my bladder felt like it was near to bursting, I won't mention my bowels. My nipples were spikes, luckily hidden by my coat. Embarrassingly my pussy was wet, perhaps leaking.

My head was in turmoil, I know how Michelle felt as she went for her punishment in his first story although I have much more hope than she had. Would he want me when he sees me? Will I fancy him if he is old and fat? Probably.

I checked myself over, smoothed my skirt and adjusted my coat to make sure my jutting nipples were hidden. I entered the bistro, there was only one man sitting alone, the rest were couples or groups. He was not old and fat, in fact quite reasonably good looking. I thought back to his improvements he wanted in one of his stories. His hair looked okay, his ears didn't stick out that much. His cock may not be the thick eight inches he wanted but hopefully not too small.

Wearing a jacket, shirt and tie he looked very smart. There was a cup of coffee in his hand and one on the table opposite.

NOTATITMAN

I dressed in a shirt and tie. How does a woman look sexy? A million different ways, lingerie, short skirts, low cut tops etc. etc. A man in either a suit or a uniform. I watched her come in, spot on time, and my first impressions were good. She looked around and soon spotted me as the only available male so came directly over and sat down opposite me.

My first impression was a mass of auburn hair framing a round face and a genuine although nervous smile. Her dark brown eyes and subtle red lipstick on full lips completed these early impressions. Nice legs and although covered by her coat it looked like substantial tits.

Things looked good, she looked good, my nerves were easing, I kept telling myself that she wanted me. That she instigated this meeting, she needed me more than I needed her, I silently told myself.

As the cafe was fairly busy I kept the conversation light, two old friends chatting about the weather and other irrelevancies. The waitress came over and I declined food so when we finished our coffee I had Subgirl 51 drive us to my house. Like the gentleman I am, I took her coat and hung it in the hall. Fuck me she looked good.

She had read my stories so she was aware of my modus operandi so I perhaps needed to do something a bit different. I started in my usual way and made her stand in the centre of my lounge. While I sat with a glass of wine. I waited for about five minutes. "What is your real name Subgirl 51?"

"Zena," was her response.

"Is that how you address me?"

"Sorry, sir. My name is Zena Sir." She was looking down, her lush auburn hair cascading over her face.

"You will be known as Slut cunt until I work out a more appropriate name for you. If there is one, slut cunt seems to suit you."

"Thank you sir," she looked up and smiled. Her smile lit up her face, her bright brown eyes twinkled.

"What is your name?"

"Slut cunt sir," her smile broadened.

"Why are you called slut cunt?"

" Because that's what I am a slut cunt."

"And whose slut cunt are you?"

"I'm your slut cunt sir," I think she enjoyed saying it.

"I didn't hear you, whose slut cunt are you?"

"I'm your slut cunt sir." she shouted.

"Instead of I you will use your name from now on. Why is slut cunt here?"

"Sir, slut cunt has read all your works on Literotica and I think you will be slut cunts ideal master if you will have me please sir."

"And you want to serve me?"

"Sir, nothing would please slut cunt more than to serve you."

"How will you do that?"

"Slut cunt needs to be trained to be a perfect submissive for sir,"

"That's good." I unfastened the button above the skirt's zip, put my finger in the zip ring and pulled it down. The skirt split in two and fell to the floor. Pale blue knickers and suspenders covered her pussy. "Turn round," I ordered. She did as she was told.

I ran my hand over her delectable arse half covered by the knickers. "Bend over," I gave both cheeks a light slap. "Stand straight and face me." When in position I moved her hair back so that it was not covering her tits and using her hair I pulled her head back and kissed her throat.

I kissed her cheek and the side of her lips as I pushed the straps of her top off her shoulders, it fell to the floor to join the skirt. Her nipples were poking out making her sexy bra tent out. I pulled her bra down exposing her right nipple.

I pinched the nipple while kissing her cheek and ear. "Does that hurt?"

"Yes sir."

"Do you like having your nipples played with?

"I do sir."

"Pulled like this, not too hard?"

"Yes sir, thank you sir." I put her tit back in the bra and ran my hand down over her stomach and to the top of her knickers. I ran my fingers over her cunt on top of her knickers. I kissed the exposed portion of her tits as I reached my hand onto the inside of her thigh over her stockings.

She was panting quite noticeably when I pulled the front of her knickers down. "A nice bald pussy," I said.

"Thank you sir," she gasped. I held the knickers down and put my tongue into her pussy. She whooped. I ran a finger up and down the well creamed slit.

"Do you like that?"

"Oh yes sir, thank you sir."

"Are you a good girl," I asked.

"Oh yes sir, slut cunt is a good girl, she wants to be your good girl," she panted.

"Take your bra off," she smiled and reached behind her to unfasten it. Allowing it to ease forward down her arms, glorious tits came fully into view. Handing me her bra and sticking her tits out with a big smile on her face. I threw the bra into the corner of the room.

"Move to the table," the dining table was clear apart from a collar and red ribbon lying on the far side. She stopped, facing the table. I picked up the ribbon and put it round her eyes and fastened it, she helped by adjusting it.

"Do you trust me?"

"Slut cunt trusts you totally."

"Pull your knickers down." She put her thumbs into each side and slowly pushed them down. Her cunt came into view puffy and glistening as her knickers reached her ankles.

"Hands behind you, hold your cunt and arsehole open." her cunt was very wet and her arsehole very pale, she obviously bleached it. I lubricated a finger in her pussy before ramming it into her arsehole. "Well slut cunt you claim to have been a good girl so you will not be punished. I will just redden your arse for aesthetic reasons."

"Thank you sir." I removed my finger and settled her by stretching her arms across the table, which her tits were resting on, I massaged her arse before bringing my hand down quite firmly."Owww," was her response.

"I am sure my little slut cunt is grateful for that love pat which will begin the exquisite decoration of her arse?"

"Sir's slut cunt is very grateful for his desire to make me more beautiful and begs that he continues." She certainly knows what she wants. I brought my hand down again. "Owww! Thank you sir,"

SLUT CUNT

I drove us both to his house which was a few minutes away on a leafy road. I parked in the driveway and we entered his detached house. My heart rate is about 90, my stomach is churning and my pussy damp.

He took my coat, stupidly I felt naked in fact worse than naked. Heart rate over a hundred, pussy moist. He jed me into his open plan lounge and stood me in the centre. This is where he makes me strip and examines me closely and embarrassingly. Finger in pussy and mouth.

I was left standing there while he relaxed with a glass of wine, just looking at me. Heart rate 110, stomach gambolling, pussy drenched. Do something, make me do something, ease the tension.

He asked my name and told me I was to be called slut cunt. Every woman hates the word cunt, and the thought of mine being a slut's increased the wetness level to sodden. I had to call myself slut cunt.

He unfastened my skirt, ran his hands over my bum, 120 - sopping. He pulled my hair back and kissed my throat, my face and pushed the straps of my top down. He pinched my nipple. 130 - leaking.

He licked my slutty cunt. 140 - pouring. Oh shit, how embarrassing. I was told to take my bra off, now I was on familiar ground. I know how he liked it done and put my hands behind my back, sticking my tits out as I unclipped it, allowing it to fall forward.

It was thrown into a corner soon followed by my knickers. I knew I was going to have to crawl to get them. Bending over the table I could see a collar and a ribbon. The ribbon was used to blindfold me before he put a finger in my mortifyingly wet pussy and then into my bumhole! Heartbeat off the scale - pussy flooding.

I was laid across the table waiting for the inevitable spanking, yes please, Iwas thinking and my pussy was pleading. Being blindfolded it seemed an age before his hand hit my left bum cheek, followed by another on my right.

SIR

Six more, concentrating just on her arse cheeks, when she stood there was an almost perfect circle of redness. I left her standing there while I fetched a collar and lay it on the floor. I undressed and sat back on the couch. "Take the blindfold off."

She removed the blindfold, blinked and looked across the room surprised to see a naked me sitting back on the couch. "Kneel," she knelt down and looked at the collar on the floor in front of her. "Pick it up and hold it. Open your legs," I ordered. "Wider," her legs opened wide, giving me a perfect view of her glistening cunt.

"Would slut cunt like to wear that collar?"

"Sir, slut cunt could ask for nothing more, she would love to wear sir's collar."

"It will stay there until you have earned it, put it back down and crawl over here. The start of your journey to warrant wearing my collar is to suck my cock, suck my cock as though you love it, worship it."

She crawled to me, back arched, arse and tits swinging beautifully. Her eyes never left mine although she had to brush her hair back several times. The first thing she did when she reached me was hold my very stiff cock and start licking my balls.

SLUT CUNT

I removed the blindfold to see sir naked on the couch with a glass of wine and an erection. Not the thick eight inches he wished for but a reasonable size. I was made to kneel, legs spread looking at a collar on the carpet in front of me. I hope this is for me. He asked if I wanted to wear his collar. Fucking right I did, why did he think I was here? I had to leave it there and crawl to him.

I knew I was on safe ground here, back arched, bum up and swinging tits. I smiled all the way and tried hard to keep my hair back so he could see my tits. I had watched blowjob films on the internet. The important thing was to look as though you were enjoying it, no problem, I would enjoy it. Slow and seductive, I would concentrate on the balls first, kissing and licking.

I was holding his cock up and licking under his balls, down to his bumhole, well not quite but concentrated on that bit between bumhole and balls. When I was satisfied, I moved to his cock, kissing the end, putting my tongue into the hole in the end. I made love with it. As much as possible I looked up into his eyes.

I slowly took more into my mouth, first just the knob end, licking around it while slowly running my hand up and down the shaft. All the time looking him in the eye and smiling, well smiling as much as possible with a cock in your mouth. Hopefully if he could not see the smile in my mouth he could see it in my eyes.

I sucked as much into my mouth as I could, I couldn't deep throat and when his cock was touching the back of my throat I was near gagging. Using hand and mouth I brought him to climax into my mouth.

SIR

She did me proud, an excellent blowjob. "Swallow it," I said and she obeyed, opening her mouth to show it was all gone. "Good girl, a good start to earning the collar. You know what to do next."

"Yes sir, your slut cunt needs to collect her underwear."

"On your way then," I laughed. She crawled off in the correct manner, arse and cunt looked gorgeous. She collected her knickers and bra and brought them to me. "Put your top on." She looked really good in that blue top, it hung beautifully over her tits, her nipples poking it out. It was short, not quite covering her pussy, the lacy edging rubbing across her pubic bone.

With her black stockings and heels she looked amazing, I could feel my erection building. "If you want to stay here tonight, go and get your bag from the car."

SLUT CUNT

He wants me to go outside like this, totally exposed, my nipples poked out and my pussy, totally on display, was leaking again. He wants me to go outside dressed like this! There were people walking in the road when we came in! I tried to picture which way would expose the least. If I rushed I could be out and back in just a few seconds. Okay let's go for it. This all went through my mind in a split second.

"Before you go sit on the floor," he instructed. He got up and went to a cupboard, returning with padded pink leather cuffs. He threw two of them to me. "Put those round your ankles," he ordered. I immediately complied. He threw two more at me. "Wrists."

When I had them all fastened. "Lay on your back and put your legs up here," I lay down and put my feet up one on each side of him."Can't you keep your legs together, slut?" He picked them up and pushed them together, clicking the cuffs to each other.

"Stand up with your hands behind you," oh no I knew what was coming. I am going to have to retrieve my bag restrained like this. About six to eight inches on my legs and I don't know what on my wrists. He picked up my handbag, tipped the contents onto the table. Fuck, there were a couple of items I don't want anyone else to see. He picked up my keys.

"Off you go," he said as he gave my bum another smack. Have you ever tried to walk in three inch heels while your ankles are tied and hands tied behind your back? If not, don't bother, it is not easy.

I managed to get to the front door and with great difficulty managed to open it. I looked out, I couldn't see anybody so I slowly rushed out. Pressing the button on the key fob on my way, nothing happened! I tried the door, but it was locked.

"Oh dear, have I given you my keys by mistake?" He innocently offered. Yes you fucking have, you bastard and not by mistake. I turned round and did my tiny step walk back to the door where he was waiting, swinging my keys. I turned my back and he took the keys out of my hand and replaced them with mine, I hope

He had swapped the keys, and with difficulty I retrieved my bag. Several people had passed, one lady had shouted hello to sir who was standing in his doorway wearing a light dressing gown.

I returned to the house trying to cover my bum with my bag. At the door he pulled me towards him by my engorged nipples. He kissed me long and hard, one hand behind my head and the other on my bum pulling me to his erection.

It was wonderful, now please fuck me, I'm wet willing and able and in need. How does a submissive get her domme to fuck her? Should I ask? Plead? He unfastened my wrists, made me lie on the floor and put my legs up so he could unclip my ankles. He was not going to exert himself bending down.

He walked in front of me. "Crawl to the stairs," he was watching me as I crawled to him and passed until I reached the stairs. "I like that top you are wearing, it is fine enough for your nipples to stand out and when you crawl an occasional glimpse of your swinging tits. From the back, well it is all on show."

"Thank you sir."

"Up stairs and first door on the right." I crawled into a fairly ordinary man's bedroom. He indicated that I should get on the bed. I hope he is going to fuck me, to try and entice him I wiggled my bum. I know my pussy is wet and leaking and he can see that. Please fuck me.