Coming Home For The Very First Time

They first met for lunch. He turned around and there she was, as if by magic. She was tall and stylish - a handsome woman; striking rather than feminine; boyish and androgynous, but still definitely a woman. Her photos did not do her justice.

He didn't have to think about it. He knew immediately that she was going to be the one.

She was calm and confident. He was nervous and knocked over a glass of water. She sized him up. He was older but in OK shape. He looked her in the eye. He was frank and seemed to hold nothing back. There was an immediate connection and he hoped more would come of it. He was a novice, though with a lifelong interest in kink that was getting stronger and harder to resist. She was more than experienced, she was a leader.

He knew what he wanted; more than that, what he needed. She thought she could do something with this man and she smiled inwardly at the thought. This was a good start; contact had been made. Every journey starts with a single step and he had made that step.

A gap in the diary and emails were exchanged. The date was confirmed. He was keen to explore orgasm control in the time leading up to the session. She would monitor him and constraints were agreed. He was to think about her several times a day and about what she might do to him. He was to think of pain, feel pain and arousal but refrain from orgasm unless she allowed it. She allowed it once a week. For the rest of the time he was to tease and torment himself. Regular nipple clamping was part of the programme. He was to become addicted to it.

He was astonished and overwhelmed by the power of the feelings that overtook him. His sleep was disturbed. He awoke every night with a fierce erection in the small hours. His subconscious mind was working for her. As the day of the session approached he became more nervous. Would he be able to handle what she might deliver? Would he be able to meet her expectations?

They met for lunch a second time the day before. He was calmer this time, but no less nervous. She knew what she was going to do and a space had been booked. They discussed options and possibilities. She knew what he needed and he had complete confidence in her judgment and ability. "It will be Awesome", she said.

The next day was fine. He was early. He parked the car round the corner and sat and composed himself. He locked the car and walked to the Place. He was still early. He sat at a bus stop outside and waited. At twelve noon he approached the door. He was wondering whether to ring a bell when she appeared. A kiss on the cheek and inside. An office space. She asked him to carry her bag and led him upstairs.

The room was windowless, large and sparsely furnished. The light was dim. There was an imposing throne. He had arrived. Now he would be tested. He was in her hands. There was no escape. She took the bag.

"Turn around and face away from me and put your hands on your head."

He did so. She walked around and inspected him. He was informed of the protocol and safe word.

"You will call me Mistress. You will not speak unless you are spoken to and you will only say, 'Yes Mistress' or 'No Mistress'."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Now I am going to undress you. Don't try to help Me."

She stood behind him and lifted his T-shirt over his head. He moved his arms to allow this. "Don't try to help me."

She pressed against him and gripped his body fiercely from behind. Her hands grasped at his flesh; getting the measure of him for later.

One hand moved down and began to unbuckle his belt. She slid the zip down and pushed his trousers to his knees. She moved away.

"Now kneel and remove the rest of your clothes."

He did so awkwardly, crouching and fumbling with laces, pants and socks.

She threw everything in a heap a few steps away. Now he was completely naked and deliciously vulnerable. He was ready. His breathing deepened and slowed. This was the moment he had waited so long for.

The cuffs, both wrist and ankle were applied. Then the collar and chain. The collar grounded him. He could feel himself beginning to slip away. Now he understood the power of the symbolism. He was hers and he relaxed. It was going to be alright. It was going to be better than that. It was going to be Awesome.

"Turn and face me; kneel and crawl towards me."

He did so. A worn Doc Martens boot was pushed at his face. He kissed it.

"My boots are part of me."

She looked down at his naked body, stretched out on the floor beneath her like a breathing statue. He had the right attitude. He was respectful, obedient and deferential. She knew she would enjoy dominating him. She knew he would thank her. She was well prepared and her confidence gave her a lift. There was nothing quite like taking someone for the first time. The sadist inside her growled.

"I am going to teach you how to present yourself to your Mistress."

"On your hands and knees, please, head down."

"Now sick your arse up and your back down. I want to see your spine curve. This pleases me."

She pressed his back further down. His arse was exposed. She smiled.

"That's better." She moved to his head and stood in front of the throne.

"Now look up, slip my dress up and remove my knickers."

He was kneeling and he faced her crotch. He placed hands either side of her waist and pulled the knickers down. He caught a glimpse of a shaved cunt. She replaced the dress.

She led him by the chain and he crawled to the bed. It was a four poster. It had a firm leather covered surface and leather covered pillows.

"Climb onto the bed, lie on your front and make yourself comfortable. You are going to be here for some time."

"You will not move unless I tell you to."

His wrist cuffs were tied to the bedposts. The collar chain lay beside him.

He heard the snap of rubber gloves. She pulled his cheeks apart, slapped on some lube and began to explore. Her fingers twisted and pushed. He relaxed and allowed Her probing hand to enter.

"Good boy."

She moved away. He heard a buzzing sound and a vibrating plug was inserted. The buzzing now vibrated outwards from within. His prostate was tingling.

Now for the floggers.

She started gently at first. She was thorough. She whipped his back, buttocks and thighs. She whipped the soles of his feet. It was like a caress. There was no pain, only sensation. The intensity was gradually building.

His flesh was her canvas. She knew where to strike, how to strike and when to stop. She knew what he was feeling. She had been there. She watched him slipping further away and smiled.

"You can make a noise if you like."

He began to moan. He had never felt like this before. His moans got louder. Every time she hit him he moaned. It was an almost an orgasmic release but strangely was not sexual. His release was coming from somewhere deeper and more primal. She had reduced him to a bunch of nerve cells craving her attention. This was where he needed to be and he was grateful.

Was it pain? He wasn't sure. It was good and he wanted more. He was floating and he was relaxed. He could not remember ever being more relaxed. She had taken him somewhere. Time had stopped. Mistress was in control.

She had worked up a sweat. Flogging is a physical business. She slipped off her dress and continued, wearing just a bra. The harness and dildo would come later. She was looking forward to that.

She placed two fingers in her cunt. Her body was responding. They came out glistening. She thrust them into his mouth. He sucked on them. They tasted of her. He knew she was enjoying their time together.

She moved close to his head and fixed a gag in his mouth. There was a hand signal instead of the safe word if he needed it. She reminded him.

A lit candle appeared beside him on the bed. She picked it up and began to drip the melting wax onto his back. The heat radiated through his skin as it dried. A new experience.

The plug was removed and switched off. His cuffs were released from the bedposts.

"Crawl off the bed backwards."

He did so and was led by the chain to a cupboard around the corner. It was filled with an array of implements.

"Pick three things for me to use on you."

He picked three floggers. They looked similar. Was he ready for something harder? He was unsure.

He was led back to the bed and lay down as before.

"I am going to whip you one hundred times with each flogger. Do you understand and accept this?"

"Yes Mistress."

The beating recommenced. She was fast. She was hitting him as quickly as he could count. A hundred strokes sounds a lot but it was not enough. He wanted it to last forever. She cupped his balls in one hand while she flogged with the other. It signified possession and trust. It grounded him anew. She held his soul as well. She was his mistress. The three floggers were used in turn. The sensations were similar. Next time, if there was a next time, he hoped she would challenge him with something firmer.

She climbed on the bed, placed a booted foot on the centre of his back and stood on it.

"My boots are part of me."

Then the spanking began. She spanked his buttocks and thighs. She spanked his perineum as hard as she could several times. It was very good. She tapped his balls, softly at first and then harder. It was the only time he came close to feeling pain and still he loved it.

She relished the control. His submission was total. She was buzzing from the adrenalin. She knew at this point that she could do anything to this man. She moved away and there was a pause. The ass fucking would be next. She slipped into the familiar harness. The dildo was new. She had chosen it for his first time.

He sensed that she was kneeling between his legs. The tip of the dildo was placed at his entrance and began to slide in. He relaxed and allowed it. The ass fucking was prolonged and energetic. He lifted his rear and moved in rhythm with Her. She was on top and in control. She had mounted him and he was completely taken. His whole being was hers. This was the culmination of her dominance. She owned him. It was what he had always wanted.

She withdrew and removed her dildo. He was unshackled and she pulled him to a kneeling position on the bed. She moved to face him and pressed her body to his.

"You can hold me."

He fastened his arms around her, one around her back and one on her left buttock. He pressed her close. She was his for this minute - now and forever. He would always remember. His cock twitched in a vanilla moment.

He was helped from the bed and led to the bathroom where he showered and dressed.

She gave him cherries and lollipops.

"You will need sugar. Eat them now."

An embrace, a kiss on the cheek and he emerged blinking into the bright sunlight, back in surreal world. He walked the short distance to the car and drove home, sucking a lolly.

She packed up her things, locked up and was soon on her way. She had a strange light-headed feeling, a feeling of invulnerability, of having overcome and of pride in her achievement. She swaggered on her walk back home. Later there was a sense of benevolence. She had given him something no-one else ever had.

Two hours later he was still shaking. He looked at the marks on his chest where the chain had embossed itself as he lay on it and smiled.

He had found his mistress. It had taken forever. It was like coming home for the very first time.

His bottom felt slightly sore in a good way.

He noticed that his ribs were bruised. He pressed his hands on them and enjoyed stimulating the pain.

In the following days he felt healthier, more positive and more relaxed. He had crossed a line. He knew what he was. Nothing could take that away now.

Two weeks later he put a hand in his jacket pocket and pulled out a lolly. A memento. Proof. It hadn't been a dream.

He didn't know what tomorrow might bring but he knew where he wanted to go.