Anime Girl and Me

I took a long draw from my cigar as I looked over the party. It was meant to be a sex party, but really it was just a party where people paired off and disappeared upstairs. There is a young guy, with an admittedly nice ass, talking to me about something or another, I am not really paying attention.

The place stinks of ass, because well, all sex parties tend to smell like that, but to be fair, it was putting up a strong fight against the smell of weed that permeated every part of the house. Big vape clouds blooming and then disappearing.

I sigh, take another draw of my cigar and wonder why I agreed to come to this thing. Claire, a recently broken up sub that I have done a session with, asked me to come along, she didn't want to go alone, I reluctantly agreed, but this really isn't my scene. I try and pay attention to the guy who is shouting something into my ear about maybe..football? I am not sure.

I have nearly finished my drink, and my cigar isn't far off being finished already, I scan the living room looking for Clare to tell her I am going to head out. Then I see the woman, she is coming towards me, she is tragically overdressed wearing a teddy, I personally thing anything over a harness is overdressed and tits just look better with nipple clamps on them but still, she looks good.

Her body is covered, absolutely covered, head to toe in tattoo flashes, she must have over a hundred of them, all of them small, all of them self contained, no elaborate overarching design, just flash after flash. Coupled with her over the top anime hair, she made a striking sight.

I watch her as she makes her way over, idly wondering if she really is coming over, the young guy next to meet has stopped talking, he's looking at her as well. I don't blame him.

She stops in front of me and the young guy.

"Hi, are you David?"

"For my sins, I like your tattoos" I tell her as I look at her.

"Thanks! I am a friend of Claire, I wanted to introduce myself".

"Well, any friend of Claire's holds my interest" I tell her

"HI, I am Doug", the young guy interjects.

"Hello" she says to him, as she opens her mouth to say something else, Doug blurts.

"Do you want to dance?"

She seems a little taken back, looks at me, I don't say anything, there isn't much for me to say really, then looks back at Doug.

"Sure, I suppose"

And with that, Doug takes her to the make shift dance floor, hardly believing his luck. He looks like the cat which got the cream and the cow. I chuckle to myself, thinking, it's a sex party Doug, you should of asked her to fuck. Youth is wasted on the young, I swear.

I decide that this might be an interesting night after all, I settle down on couch, watching the girl with the anime hair, as she dances with Doug. She notices me watching her, I am not subtle. I don't know where this is going, I have been out of the scene for a year and truthfully, my kink-radar is pretty out of whack, but I know there's something about her.

I nurse my cigar, waiting to see how this will play out, after about 20 minutes, the anime girl begs off from Doug. Poor Doug, he looks crestfallen. She disappeared into the kitchen, Doug following.

A couple of minutes later, Anime girl comes out, without Doug, but with a drink. She makes her way back over to me. She nods at the empty seat next to me.

I smile, "Of course" I say as she sits down.

So, where I live, there is a lot of people with a lot tattoos, but most people have elaborate designs, but not Anime girl. Just lots of little tattoos.

She sits next to me, she doesn't say anything. It feels awkward, I am OK with awkward, in fact I feel comfortable in awkward silences. Finally, I nod to the tattoos, "Why so many? And why so disparate?"

She looks down at her self, my voice having broken her thought process, like it's the first time she's noticed that she's covered.

"Oh, well, I like the feeling of getting them done."

"You like the pain? Or you like the feeling after getting one?"

She looks at me.

"Truthfully? Both."

"Good Girl" I tell her. That makes things even more awkward, I take another drag from my cigar, as she looks at me from the side of her eye.

"So, you're a friend of Claire's?" I ask her, giving her a way out of this silence.

"Yes! We've known each other for a while, I met her and her ex a few years ago"

"Did she tell you how she knows me?"

"Why do you think I introduced myself?" She laughed.

"I see" not feeling the need to elaborate.

"Is that a mana sign from Magic?" I ask her, changing the subject, pointing at a swamp sign just above her belly button.

"Yes!" She says, apparently she's a big fan of MTG. I tell her I haven't played since Ravnica, she asks, the first time around, or the reissue. That makes me feel old. She's obviously looking for me to take control, but I don't. I am tired and I don't want to play tonight. We chat a bit more and she invites me to play MTG with her and her friends the next day at a gaming cafe. I accept, she asks for me not to mention how we met. She doesn't want them to know. I tell her a Gentleman never tells.

I stroll into the the cafe. I look around for her, but I can't see her, then I realize that there's a bunch of people playing in the corner. I come over and see her, but she doesn't have her anime hair, it turns out to be a wig. She's waving and surrounded by 6 other people in the corner, they're already playing, but it's a form of MTG I am not familiar with. I get introduced as a friend of a friend of hers, which is true, who hasn't played in a long time, which is also true.

And with that, I get introduced to MTG Commander, with it's insane power creep. The game has changed a lot since I have last played. But I am having fun, I chat with her friends, Anime girl is steeling glances at me, but we aren't really engaging more than on a surface level. She obviously wants something from me, but I am patient, I don't need to force anything, besides, it's been an enjoyable afternoon.

Around 6 o'clock the group starts to break up, one by one they flutter out to their respective evening pursuits, Anime girl stays, so do I. We are finally alone.

Suddenly she is very nervous. At this point I figure that she wants to try being a sub, but she's nervous about it. So, I don't really like "breaking in" subs, I prefer subs who know themselves. But I don't want to be presumptuous.

I smile, enjoying the feeling of unease. I decide to press a little.

"Don't be nervous, tell me what you want?" Telling someone not to be nervous usually has the opposite affect. I enjoy it none the less.

"Claire told me you were a dom"

"Claire would know" I said, shrugging.

More silence, the unspoken question, hanging there, but I am not going to offer anything. Consent is important as is communication. She should be able to articulate what she wants.

Assumptions can create a trouble.

"So" she says, looking so uncomfortable.

"Yes?" I arch my eyebrows.

She snorts, laughs, obviously not used to this, "I was wondering, if" another laugh.

"If what?"

More silence, it just hangs there, she is twisting her hands at this point. It's so funny, at the party yesterday, and today she was so confident but not now.

"Look, you're very nice, but truthfully, I don't really play with beginners, there's probably better doms out there". I tell her, putting her out of her misery.

"I have had doms before" She says defensively.

"Really? Why are you so nervous then?" I ask her, genuinely surprised.

"Well! Claire said you were the hardest dom, she's ever had" She blurts out. This makes me laugh, so I think I am lovely, but other subs think that I am a harsh Master. I don't see it.

"OK, OK" With the ice broken we start the proper conversation.

"So when was the last time you did a session, and what are your turn ons and offs?"

Plans were made and at 8:30 that night, I found myself in front of her house, my bag of gizmos and gadgets in my hand, as I knock on the door. She opens the door, wearing the same clothes when I had left her.

"Hello!" She says with a nervous smile,

I smile back, step in the threshold.

"Hello what?" I ask her

I watch her tense slightly, "Oh shit! Sorry, Hello Sir"

"Good Girl" I tell her, stepping close to her, her heavy chest, brushing against mine. She looks up at me, turns red, and then looks down. I put my hand under her chin, tilting her head up again.

"Now, Strip for me" I breathe into her ear. I feel the shudder and her instinctive reflect to pull away, but she doesn't. She steps back a small step, looks at me and then starts to pull the hoodie from her frame, I watch her tits bounce.

Next came the bra, it's a front clasp. God I love a good front clasp bra, I mean no bra is best, but still if you're going to have one, front clasp is a solid choice. I watch them sag a little as the bra falls from her shoulders. She isn't looking at me, just simply downward, obviously embarrassed. I make a show of ogling her.

Then she steps out of her jeans and stands in front of me, completely naked, hands by her side. I say nothing, just staring at her. Taking it all in. She has a lovely cunt,

"Spread your cunt" I tell her, she hesitates for a second, but then her hands reach for her cunt. Slowly she spreads it, she has a large labia, and a large clit already sticking out prominently. It looks lovely.

"Aren't you being such a good girl for me?" I ask her as I move toward her. She doesn't move, I drag my nail across her shoulder into her nape. Leaving a gentle red line, along with a set of goose bumps where ever my nail went.

"Yes sir" She mumbles as my lips find their way to her ear again.

"Are you wet for me?" I ask her, as I run my fingers down past her tits, past her belly button and find their way to her spread open cunt. I slip two of my fingers into her and cup them upward, rubbing at the roof of her cunt.

She grunts, her leg twitches and she shifts her weight.

"Don't fucking move" I growl into her ear. As I move my fingers in and out of her

She gasps, goose bumps forming all around her neck now, her hands start to move

I smack her left tit with my other hand, not hard but a sharp slap.

"I said don't fucking move" I grunt again into her ear. This time I push up with my fingers, drawing her to her tip toes. I wrap my other hand around her neck to keep her still, then I start pumping my fingers deeper and deeper. Slowly tightening my grip, not to choke, just make her feel my presence.

I let go of her and extract my fingers, I bring my fingers up to my eyes, I stare at her wetness dripping from them, I chuckle then wipe my fingers on her right tit.

"Good Girl, now, why don't you show me to your room?"

She looks at me, legs slightly shaking, her mouth half open. I just wait for her.

Finally, "Yeah, sure, sir" and stumbles a bit as she turns around, as we make our way through her place. I step over her clothes as I follow her. I stay just behind her, my breath caressing the back of her neck. I want her to feel my presence around her. She opens the door and turns around to let me in.

"Oh Sugar, after you, I insist." She walks into the room. I place my bag on the ground, sit on the bed and motion for her to sit next to me.

"So, we are going to have some fun, now, I just want reiterate, now matter what you say, no matter what you do, I will not stop. There will be no stopping, the only way to get me to stop is either to say Red, or Yellow. Anything else, anything at all, I will ignore. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir" she says, looking at me.

"Now, you will do what I ask you to do, you will not hesitate, if you do, or if you do not do what I ask, you will be punished, do you understand?"

"Yes sir" this time, less certain than before.

"I want you to be a Good Girl for me, I want you to please me, will you be a Good Girl for me?" I ask her, looking squarely in the eye.

"Yes Sir, I want to be a good girl" she says, her voice deadpan.

"Excellent! Well let's begin shall we?"

"Yes Sir"

"Now be a good girl and lie down on the bed, tits up", patting behind me. She crawls onto the bed, lying down behind me, I open up my bag and lay out what we will be using that night. Making sure she can see everything I take out. Two sets of nipple clamps, one set clover of course, but the other a simple set, both complete with chain, two long pieces of chain, spreader bar, 2 pairs of cuffs.

"Hands together Sugar" as I attach the cuffs to her hands and clip them together.

"Good Girl", shifting myself to her feet. She doesn't move, but she watches me as I attach the cuffs to her ankles.

"Don't want to have those legs close do we?" as I attach them to the spreader bar.

"Now, you're going to be brave for me aren't you Sugar?" I ask her.

"Yes Sir"

"There we go! What a good girl you are, now deep breath" As I attach the first clover clamp to her nipple.

A whine then anguish yelp as it bites into her nipple.

"Now, now, be a brave Sugar", I tell her as I stroke her other nipple.

She looks at me for a long time, then nods slowly.

"That's it!" and then place the other clamp.

Another yelp, her body twisting as it grabs her flesh.

"Deep breaths sugar, you're doing so well!"

I attach one of the long chains to the center of the nipple clamp chain.

"Knees to your chest Sugar", she looks confused but does as she's told, it's a bit awkward for her with the spreader bar on, but she does a fine job. I then attach the chain from the nipple clamps to the center of the spreader bar.

Her eyes open wide when she realizes what I have done. She can no longer bring her knees down without pulling the clamps off her nipples.

"Yes Sugar, no one likes a fidgety slut do they?"

"No Sir" she says, trying to shake her head without it moving her body too much.

"Now, another deep breath Sugar, this might hurt a bit", I tell her as I spread open her cunt, she looks at me pleading. Shaking her head no. "Please sir, please don't, it's already so sensitive"

"Oh Sugar, that's not being brave is it? Come on now, be a brave girl for me" I tell her as I trap her clit between the legs of the clamp.

"Deep Breath" I tell her as it closes onto her clit. She tries to push her legs down and close them, but it just ends up twisting her body because of the spreader bar, then she pushes her legs down which causes her nipples to stretch, this elicits another cry as she shoots her knees back up to her chest.

"Now Now Sugar, remember, being fidgety isn't a good idea is it?" I admonish her.

"Please Sir, please, it hurts, it hurts so badly", Her eyes start to get watery.

"Oh Sugar, I didn't approach you, you approached me, and Sugar, Claire warned you. This is what you wanted, you're not going to quit are you? Good Girls don't quit Sugar"

"No Sir! I will be a Good Girl! I promise"

"There we go! Let's continue shall we?" I push her knees a little further down, not enough to cause pain, but enough to make sure that nipple clamp chain is nice and taut. I take the other end of the clit clamp and attach it to the spreader bar as well.

She's now locked in fully, if she moves her legs too far up, the clit clamp will pull, if she moves her legs down, her nipple clamps will pull. She is now fully prepared.

"Don't you look pretty Sugar?"

She looks worried as she fully realizes the position she has been put in, a tear forms and rolls down her chin. "Yes Sir" she says, her voice containing a whole gamut of differing emotions"

I playfully tug on the clit clamp, which causes her to thrust her hips forward and groan.

"Good Girl!"

I move my fingers over her inner thighs, getting closer to her hot cunt, I can feel the heat radiating from it, but I don't touch it, I skip over it to the other thigh. She thrusts her cunt forward to try and get me to touch it.

"Now, Now, Sugar, no one likes a needy slut do they?" I tell her as I pinch her inner thigh, causing her to flinch, which set of a predictable chain reaction, first the grunt, then the reaction to close her legs, which caused another grunt which caused her to push her legs downward, which stretched her tits, which elicited a cry which caused her to push her legs up, which triggered an anguished howl which stretched her clit.

"Oh dear Sugar, I don't think you're really thinking this through are you?"

"Please, please, just touch me a little, please, it's all so much" she begs

"Is that what you really want? You want to be a greedy whore, already?"

"Please sir, it's been so long and it feels so much, please"

"Oh Sugar, if that's really what you want", I start by putting a finger into her. Drawing it back and forth over her lips before pressing it into her. She grunts and pushes her cunt forward a little.

"Does that feel better Sugar?" I ask her.

"Yes sir, Thank you"

I then insert the second finger, this time I start pumping my fingers into her. Slow and rhythmically, thrusting my fingers in and out. She starts to grunt, her moves her hands to the spreader bar. Holding onto it as I start to get faster.

"Hmm, it's getting a little tight down there Sugar, I think we might need to spread it a little more" I tell her as I slip a third finger into her, I form my fingers into a cone as I pump my fingers in and out of her. Pumping harder now, she's grunting to each thrust. I keep going. I take the chain for her nipples and push it upward, causing the whole of her chest to raise with it, it solicits a whimper from her. I don't stop pushing my fingers deep into her.

I stop, then slip my fourth finger into her. It's tight, she's crushing my fingers as I try and push them into her.

"Oh Christ" she says.

"Breath deep" I tell her, as I slip my thumb between my fingers, still pushing.

"No, No, you're stretching me so fucking wide" She grunts. I still thrusting, instead I start a persistent push, stretching her cunt to fit my hand. It's now a battle of wills, her cunt against my fist. My fist sinks deeper until it gets to my knuckles, her cunt is crushing my fingers, but I can't push past my knuckles.

I know it's only a matter of time, I keep the pressure up, relentless with my pressure.

"Please, please, it's too big, please" she is muttering, mostly to her self then me.

"Deep breaths Sugar" I reassure her as I keep the pressure up, another few millimeters of closer to my knuckles.

"Oh god, oh god, it's so fucking big, oh god", she is twisting and twitching, constantly pulling and stretching the chains, a constant dance of the different clamps. Her stomach inflating and then becoming flat with each deep breath.

"Good Girl, keep going" I tell her, another millimeter, we are very close to the zenith of my knuckles, There's only 2 more knuckles that need to go in.

"Oh noooo" she says, I feel her cunt giving up more ground, I start rubbing her rose bud with my other hand.

No words now, just grunts from her, pushing against hand. We both know she's going to take my whole hand in her, it's just a matter of time. The room is damp, my hand is starting to cramp. I don't care, she is taking my hand up her, no matter what.

Finally, it slips, her cunt gives way and then my whole hand shoots deep into her. Her legs shoot down, ripping the clamps from her nipples, the bar hits my arm, ripping the clip from her clit as well. Her whole body lifts off the bed, pushing her body against the bar frame. Gut churning cry, followed by another and another. Her whole body is shaking, her cunt is clamping shut and expand on my hand, crushing it one second and inflating like a balloon the next. I watch and feel her orgasm, I feel it all through my hand, I watch her legs clenching and shaking, both of us attached, her lost in the depths of orgasm, me studying her.

I take my left hand and push it against her stomach, holding her, letting her calm down, slowly but eventually the clamping and expanding on my hand settles down. Her breathing slows, but she is still squirming.