First Session with MS
It has been a while since I have played, and finding a new partner, someone who just feels right is epically difficult. However, it has finally happened. I have been talking to S (from here forward I'll refer to him as Master) for a few weeks now. He is an awesome due over all but my goodness he has a sadistic streak a mile wide. We are supposed to be meeting and the following events are my chronology of those events.
I'll be there at 10 am or there abouts. However, I won't let you know when I'm leaving so you can't get too worked up while waiting.
He knows me so well. He knows how I work and how I think. We have talked so much about everything, about me, about him and our mutual interests. It's been a slow build up to this, both wanting to meet, but having to wait for a suitable time for us both, meaning we had a lot of time talking on video calls, sending voice notes and chatting to each other.
We had started our D/s interactions with assigned tasks and being held accountable for those tasks, providing proof and the like. It is something I'd never really done before but it was fun and it helped me to understand him better and measure our compatibility, as the response to my difficulties (when I had them) was as important as the praise. I realised that he had a sadistic streak a mile wide, and that he had a lot of the natural tone and air of a Dominant expecting to be obeyed.
I am trying not to get myself too wound up while I wait. I take some deep breaths and work through the morning routine, making my bed, laying out all the toys, as per the instructions, then laying out the clothes I've to wear, and hop in the shower. I take my time, making sure to shave everywhere, under my arms, my legs, and of course my cunt. Once I'm sure that I'm up to expected standards I get myself dry and dressed. Normally I'd have breakfast too but I couldn't even consider eating due to nerves.
I then busied myself completing boring housework tasks, emptying bins, clearing up the kitchen, hoovering the bedroom and generally just did anything to keep myself distracted. As 10 o'clock approached I could no longer distract myself and opted to pace between the bedroom and the front windows. After an age my phone buzzed.
I'm outside
I rush up to the front window and peek out, and the car is sitting there. The anxiety hits 10 so I grab my hoody and pull it on pulling up the hood as I head down the stairs to meet him, opening the door quickly and heading down the path. I feel the need to stim so stuff my hands into my jeans pockets. I stand at the end of the path, examining my shoes closely, not daring to even look up to meet his presence never mind his eye.
He walks up cool as a cucumber and does exactly what he'd promised. He reaches up and tilts my chin back before kissing my forehead and his hand sneaks round to the back of my neck where he grips, not too tightly and directs me up the path towards the house, keeping me just in front of him. I lead him inside, close the door (getting chided for not having keys to hand to lock the door - they were retrieved, and door locked) and lead him upstairs to my room, which I had so carefully prepared.
We entered the room, me holding my arm open in welcome and ushering him into the room, as much as someone like him can be. He settles himself in the chair I'd been told to provide.
"Kneel," the only word he utters.
I quickly drop to my knees, my eyes never having left the carpet anyway, my hands falling naturally into my lap, feeling my cheeks burn, not sure if I'm embarrassed or just plain awkward but either way the effect is the same.
"Come closer," he says, almost kindly, directing my gaze to where he wants me with his hand. I nod and scoot forward to meet the demand. I've waited so long to be this close, waiting so desperately to be the best version of myself all for him, so he is proud of me.
He runs his hands through my hair and I feel relief. I'd just recently had it styled and it was meant to be entirely a surprise, which meant I wasn't sure how it would be received. It would appear however that he liked it, given the way he was stroking it. It was so relaxing and I just wanted to melt into a little puddle on the floor.
He put his finger under my chin tipping my head up towards him. I automatically closed my eyes, waiting. He leaned forward and kissed me gently on the mouth, "Are you ready, baby?" he asks gruffly. I cannot even answer so I simply nod.
"When I tell you to, you will walk over to the wall and stand with your head against it and put your hands above your head,"
"Yes, Master," I respond quietly, knowing nodding won't be accepted this time.
"3, 2," I can hear the smile in his voice, "1, move."
I jump to my feet and hastily move just as he told me to, not daring to induce more wrath, as I already knew I had accrued punishment due to bratty and inappropriate responses previously. Quickly I put myself into the position he demanded.
"Higher" was the only word he uttered as I felt him move behind me. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, and I could feel his eyes roving all over me. I couldn't help but feel like meat on the block at auction; being scrutinized for fault.
He had me spread my fingers, move my hands to examine them both front and back, lifting my dress and running his hands all over my body, goose bumps following his every touch. I close my eyes against the sensory overload, a small whimper escaping my lips.
"Turn around and put your hands up again," he whispers into my ear. I do as bid and turn around once more. He lifts my dress again.
"Open," he says, holding the hem in front of my face. I obey and he snaps, "Hold it," so I do. His hands resume their exploration of my flesh, running over my breasts and down between my legs. I can feel my cheeks burning brightly at the invasion of my most intimate space. I cringe, knowing how wet I already am from his treatment.
"Spread your legs, whore," he orders, his leg already nudging mine insistently in the direction he wishes it to go. I acquest as quick as I can, spreading them as far as I dare.
"Good girl," he says kindly stroking my cheek with one hand while the other dips between my legs. I can feel the wetness gathering and a shiver goes down my spine as his fingers graze over the top of my already engorged clit. I close my eyes against the sensations and bite down hard on the hem of my dress, stifling a whimper that wishes to escape.
I hear him retreat to his chair, and wait, not knowing what is next, scared to think too much for fear my brain will run away with me, utterly humiliated at being so exposed to his gaze, but knowing that at the same moment it is making my pussy twitch with a need that cannot be denied.
"Come here," he orders, patting his thigh and as an after thought he adds, "You can drop your dress."
I sigh a little with relief and let the dress drop before I kneel at his feet again, he pulls my hair gently to rest on his thigh and I sigh with contentment. He runs his hands through my hair, stroking my head and generally being very affectionate. I clearly my throat and whisper, "Do you like my hair, Master?"
His hand pauses in my hair, and he replies, the smile clear in his voice, even though I dare not meet his eye, "Yes baby girl, I love it. It is long enough for me to pull, and it suits you."
I blush again, wondering if my face is now bright enough to light the room, "Thank you, Master, I was so nervous you wouldn't." I continue to lean into his hand, enjoying the smell of him, and the sensation of him stroking my head and hair.
"Against the wall, again," Master demands. I whimper but comply as quickly as I can, wondering what is coming next. I close my eyes and wait. I feel him walk up behind me and lift my dress, tucking it into the neckline, essentially exposing my back and ass to the air, "Do not move," he orders.
Those words make me tense, my body pressed against the wall, not knowing for sure what's coming till I hear him slide his belt out of the loops in his trousers. I stifle a gasp as the tension builds, I can feel my legs shake slightly, knowing that what's about to happen is going to hurt, the only question being how much. I ball and un-ball my hands and take some deep breaths as I wait, knowing there is nothing I can do to prepare for it.
Then I hear it, the whistle of the belt through the air, about a nanosecond before the strike lands, firmly across my buttocks. I jump at the stinging and before I have even had time to draw breath and the sting ends another blow lands, right on top of the first. It takes my breath away, and I squirm, to no avail. The blows come fast and accurately layering over one another, not much variance in their position.
It doesn't take long, maybe 4 or 5 strikes before I am apologising profusely and begging for mercy. My legs are shaking, and my breathing is shallow from the sheer intensity of the situation. I want so badly to protect the vulnerable skin of my ass but not being brave, or maybe stupid enough to move my hands off the wall without permission. The blows keep coming for what feels like forever, but it transpires to only be 10 of them.
"Okay, baby girl," he murmurs, stepping closer to me, his hand caressing my bruised flesh, "how about we tie you down before we finish your punishment, eh?" I simply nod, taking deep breaths and allowing his strokes to comfort me.
