Laurence

I met L in a bar where we used to hang out on weekends after work. She was seated not far from me at a table with a friend. As I walked past their table, I noticed an accent that told me she was from the same country as me. I politely asked her if that was the case, and we chatted briefly about what we were doing in this Midwestern town. She was working on a master's in veterinary sciences. I noticed her friend checking me out, and since I had left my friend alone, we exchanged phones, and I went back to my mate, who was impressed that I had gotten a phone.

We got back in touch and saw each other for dinner with some of our compatriots. I was seeing someone at the time, so I had no motives other than friendship in our relationship. We would go to a concert or a movie every now and then. I introduced her to my significant other, and it seemed that our relationship would be a casual one.

That summer, the movie "Van Gogh" was playing at the local art cinema. I called her to see if she wanted to go and see it since my girlfriend was out of town for family business. As I got ready to meet her at the movie, I realized that I had carefully checked how I looked and thought to myself that maybe it was more than a casual hookup.

But I thought that she wouldn't be interested in more and brushed my concerns off and made sure I looked reasonably decent none the less.

When she arrived, I noticed she had put on a short skirt, even though she had told me in the past that she hated skirts and never wore them. The little voice in my mind said that maybe she was not as uninterested as I had believed her to be.

After the movie, we had a drink on the terrace of the lake and chatted for a while. We talked about the fact that young students might have crushes on me, and I confessed to her that I was not interested because in my fantasy, I was not necessarily the leading one. She almost immediately asked, "Are you more on the submissive side?" I acquiesced, and she seemed interested in that facet of myself. The conversation kept going, with no special focus on that part of me. She did make a few jabs at the fact that I would have a hard time at customs if I carried toys, but again, these were fleeting remarks. I walked her home, and we parted ways. I had a knot in my stomach, feeling like I should have made a move on her. As I got home, I thought a quick wank would cure the problem, but it did not. I almost called her, but then thought I was making things up in my mind.

I had lent her some CDs, and later that week, she called about getting them back. The conversation (strangely) went back to what I had told her, and she confessed in a detached way that she was my opposite in the kink world. She liked to be the top. I melted and asked if we should get together, but she told me I was with someone, and she was not interested. But she nonetheless described some of the things she was interested in and how she could envision a relationship where the two parties would see each other once a month to realize their fantasies. I felt like she was toying with me a bit, but there was not much I could do about it.

We ran into each other not long after that call, and we had coffee together. She mentioned that the friend she was with on our first meeting had found me very attractive and that she had an interest in me. Her friend was a bit older than us, married, and not necessarily happy in her relationship. I asked her if her friend was a domme, and she laughed and told me that she did not think so. She described her as a female cat, sensual, and playful. I had the impression she was trying to set me up with her, and I told her I had all the vanilla sex I needed at home and had no desire for another vanilla relationship.

She then smiled and said, "Maybe you could do it because I ask you to."

I smiled and thought that could be an interesting twist to things. "As your whore, you mean?"

"Not as my whore, but simply as my instrument."

I nodded and said the prospect was enticing, and I would be okay with it on the condition that she told me what I was supposed to do. She looked at me and said, "What gives you the idea it would be anything else?"

She told me that this could happen at her place, but she needed some time to sort out the details.

She rang me up ten days later and asked me to meet her at her place later that day. I showed up, and she explained how things were going to work. The deed would take place that Saturday afternoon. She explained what I was supposed to do, how I was to act, taking the lead, kissing her, licking her, where to lick, how to lick, then how I was supposed to fuck her friend. She explicitly forbade me to cum in her friend. I was supposed to stay hard and not cum. The only way I was allowed to cum is if her friend sucked me and she (the friend) wanted me to ejaculate in her mouth. I agreed to all her conditions and told her that the only reason I had agreed to doing it was to obey her. She told me she understood and expected nothing else than perfect compliance to her desires.

Her friend's name was Isabel, and I was to meet Isabel at L's apartment on Saturday at two. L had told me to shave my pubis, and she told me what to wear and which perfume to put on. I felt like an instrument in a seduction piece between L and Isabel. To this day, I have no idea if Isabel had any knowledge of what L knew and wanted.

I arrived earlier at L's apartment, and L was there to greet me. She checked me out and told me, "Show me your pubis."

I lowered my pants and boxers, and she inspected me rather like I was some animal at a fair. She grabbed my balls, squeezed them lightly, while she had me turn around, and with her other hand, checked my arse. She was satisfied I was shaved and clean. She headed out and before leaving, she said, "Remember you do as I told you, and you do not cum. You are not here for your pleasure but hers."

"Yes, L, I know your conditions, and they excite me, and that is why I am doing this," I answered.

"Good boy," she said as she gave me her first kiss on my lips.

Shortly after, Isabel rang, and I opened to her. She walked in, and I helped her to the sofa, asking what she would like to drink. She smiled and said, "I'll drink you, my dear."

The first kiss was a bit awkward, but she was a good kisser and playful. We kissed and fondled each other on the sofa, and I invited her to the bedroom. I pushed her on the bed and playfully removed her knickers. I then proceeded to kiss her thighs around her sex, teasing her (exactly as I had been told to do). With the tip of my tongue, I probed her lips, partially opening them, sliding my tongue in ever so slightly and blew some air on her clit. She was lying down and seemed to enjoy the teasing. I went back to kissing her and used my palm on her sex. She obviously enjoyed that, pressing herself on my hand. I went back down, but this time I ignored her sex and parted her arse cheeks and stuck my tongue on her arsehole.

She moaned, "Oh, yes."

I licked her arse, my tongue dancing around her hole, but with no penetration. I then started to rub her clit with my hands, and she responded by undulating her hips against me. I then went back to her sex, licking around the clit, never touching it, teasing her, with a finger in her arse. She was grunting in frustration. I then put my lips in a ring and sucked on her clit. That had an immediate effect on her. I kept sucking gently, licking and biting ever so slightly until I felt her thighs contract, and her hands pushed my head against her.

I smiled, got naked, and gently pushed her away when she tried to suck me (as I had been told). I just told her I was going to fuck her now. She laid on her back and looked at me smiling, parting her legs

.

"Fuck me now then," she said.

I proceeded to fuck her very slowly, with long strokes. I was not to feel any pleasure, and a few times, I had to pull out to make sure I was out of coming range. I told her to take things slowly, the pleasure would only be better. I got my excitement out of knowing I was being used by L. When I felt that her pleasure was imminent, I accelerated with strong thrusts and kept at it until she pushed me away. We laid there, side by side, and playfully, I said, "Oh, and by the way, my name is..."

L called that evening to ask about that afternoon. I told her exactly what had happened, what I had done, and how Isabel had reacted. She was quite satisfied with what I told her and mentioned that she had spoken to Isabel, who was also very satisfied and looking forward to another meeting. I laughed and asked if I was going to become her surrogate sex toy. She answered that I would be what she chose me to be. I was a bit taken aback and said, "Yes Laurence, I'll be what you want me to be."

"Good, now tell me what you liked this afternoon?" she asked.

I told her I liked following her orders, working on Isabel's pleasure without worrying about mine, and I also admitted that Isabel had a lovely body which she knew how to use. Alas, I said at last, she is not kinky at all, she did not even pinch my nipples.

"My poor boy, how much do you really like pain?"

"I think I like it a lot depending on if the one giving me the pain is aroused by it."

"You must understand that I do not seek your arousal or your well-being. I might want to hurt you with the condition that you do not end up in the ER."

"I understand that, and the fact that you say that drives me wild with desire."

She paused a second and said, "You have an erotic idea of what pain is. I am not certain that you have much else."

"That is true but hearing what you just said makes me want to come to you and offer myself for what you desire."

She paused again and then simply said, "Do come now, bring some webbing."

We lived about ten minutes away from each other, and in absolutely no time, I was in front of her building. I rang, and she let me in. I quickly got to her flat, and the door was already open. I let myself in, and there she was standing in front of me. I was a bit unsure of what to do, so I went to kiss her, but she grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, and stuck her tongue in my mouth in an animal-like kiss. I let her take the lead and played with her tongue with mine. We were literally eating each other's mouths. Still holding my hair with one hand, I felt her other hand slide under my shirt, and she very slowly started to scratch my torso as I felt her knee rise in between my legs. I kept on kissing her, and when she accentuated the pressure with her nails, I did let out a little "Yeeeesss, thank you." She drew back, looked at me in the eyes, and slapped me hard.

"Did I say you could talk?" she asked.

I looked down and whispered, "No, sorry."

"Lose the clothes," she said.

I got naked and noticed four welts on my torso. I was already hard. She had grabbed the webbing I bought, and she told me to bring my hands behind my back. She then proceeded to tie my arms and hands.

"Try to set yourself free," she said.

I tried, but she had done quite a nice job. I was, in effect, completely powerless. She walked back to face me and told me that there would be no safe word or escape. I acknowledged this with a nod of my head. She then kissed me again as an animal might do, biting, kissing, licking, and this time, one of her hands went to my nipple, and the other grabbed my balls. She paused the kissing and looked at me in the eyes and said, "Let the dance begin."

She started slowly. The squeezing of the balls was, at first, pleasant, as was the nipple pinching. She was looking at me in the eyes, and I was drinking the ecstasy of the moment. She then started to pinch and squeeze much harder. I could not help but start to whimper. This, in turn, seemed to encourage her to step it up a notch. She whispered in my ear,

"Take it, show me you are worth my while."

I pulled my head back and focused on the situation. Everything was hard because I had not let go. I was searching within me to transform the pain into arousal, but to no avail. She probably felt that it was too much too soon, and she let go of my balls and grabbed my other nipple. She started to kiss me again, her knee caressing my crotch. Even though she pinched hard, I was able to enjoy it, savouring the mix of pain for the nipples and the tenderness of the kiss. She then led me to her bedroom by the cock and had me kneel in front of her. She pulled her trousers and knickers down and just said, "Make me come fast."

I focused on her clit, not wasting any time with teasing, just grabbed her clit with my lips and very gently sucked on it, nibbling oh so slightly. She was already very aroused, and she came quickly on my face. She finished getting undressed and opened her closet, pulling out a little whip. She looked so incredibly sexy, standing there naked with a whip in her hand. She told me to lay on the bed, slipped a pillow under me so that my arse was poking up, and gagged me with her knickers.

She started the whipping slowly, on my back and arse. At first, it was not painful enough, but I was wise enough not to ask for harder. She said, "I am going to mark you whether you like it or not." And the blows got harder. What had been a light burning sensation turned into a very intense pain, each blow radiating pain around it like a jolt. It got to the point where I was dreading the next blow, screaming my pain into my gag. She paused a bit and then continued with harder blows to the back and arse. I lost count of how many blows. My existence was just focused on receiving the next blow, screaming, and waiting for the next one to come and screaming when receiving it. She seemed to like that quite a bit. She walked down to me and whispered in my ear, "You are so sexy when you scream like that."

And the whipping continued. I was now trying to avoid the blows, screaming and screaming, and she continued. Then I broke down, I begged her to stop, I pleaded with her to stop, but she went for a couple more blows. And then she stopped. She sat down by me and told me that she wanted me to offer myself to her blows for two more blows, and then it would be over. I tried to raise my arse, and she encouraged me to do so. I arched my back and begged her to finish me. She thanked me in a playful voice and gave me the two most painful blows I had ever received. She came to me, had me kneel again, and simply said, "You know what to do."

I licked her again as if she was a goddess I was worshipping (which in a way I was). This time it lasted longer. I was observing her body reactions, licking hard or soft, sucking, nibbling, until she came with a little moan.

She stood up looking at me and smiled. She asked, "Would you like to drink me?"

I nodded that I would. She told me that I was not to miss a drop, or she would pee on my back. I stood there, mouth opened and waited for her to relieve herself in me. She peed very slowly, and as soon as my mouth was full, she told me to swallow, which I did, and she continued until her bladder was empty. I then cleaned her out. She had me walk to a mirror so I could admire what she had done. I was a human zebra, white and red, and at least four stripes had bled. She told me she was proud of me and that I was beautiful like that. She asked me if I wanted something else to drink, and I told her I would gladly have some water. She went to the kitchen and returned with a glass of water and a wooden spoon. I drank, for I was very thirsty, and we sat on the bed where she started to kiss me again. Her hands were roaming over me, tracing the marks she had left, and then she went down to my cock and balls and noted that there were no marks down there.

"We can't have that now, can we?" she said.

I agreed with her and told her my whole body was hers to play with. She had me lay on my back this time, legs wide apart. Then she decided I would be better off laying on the floor with my back on the bed, legs apart. She then said, "I am going to spank you with this spoon. Before any blow, I want you to present me your cock and balls as well as your thighs."

I did as I was told and laid there with my legs as wide apart as I could. The first few blows were on the thighs, and they burned. After each blow, I thanked her and presented myself again to her. Then the blows landed on my cock. It was painful and arousing at the same time, which made it easier to present myself. I had a raging hard on, and it seemed to excite her. Next, she spanked my balls, and the pain level went into a new dimension. I could not stay silent anymore. I was whimpering and screaming, but again after each blow, I would thank her and present myself to her. She then went on a series of blows that were almost continuous. No more thanking and presenting. I completely lost control of myself. To our big surprise, I ejaculated, not having come. She grabbed my head and gave me a deep kiss, thanking me for that. Then she straddled my head and told me, "Stick your tongue out."

And she rode me until she came again. We then laid on the floor as she inspected my inner legs, marvelling at some of the bruises I had on my cock and balls. She then pouted and told me she wanted to torture my cock to make me come. I asked her what she had in mind, and she got up, went to the bathroom, and came back with these little hard plastic brushes you can use for flushing your teeth. She then said, "I will wank you from the inside with one of these. I want to feel your hardness as I slide this in and out, and if you want me to stop, you must come."

She pried my cock open and started to slide the brush in. It was extremely painful. It burned, and I felt like my cock was ripped apart from the inside. But at the same time, it was incredibly arousing, and I got hard almost immediately. She laughed and said, "You are such a slut."

She managed to put it completely in and started to wank me. As she did so, she fucked my cock with the little brush. I was going crazy with pain and lust. The hand that was wanking me started to squeeze me as well, so that the brush would hurt more. I stopped moaning and started to scream in pain. She cooed me, "Come on, you can do it, come for me."

I started to rock back and forth with her hand, but I could not find enough pleasure to even contemplate coming. She went on encouraging me until she saw that I was probably not going to come that way. So, she let go of the brush in me and slapped my balls very hard with her free hand. And the magic worked again. I came like I have rarely come, but absolutely no orgasm. She laughed and called me a masochistic slut. She gathered my sperm on her hand and had me lick it clean. She asked me, "How do you feel?"

"Wonderful, I have lived my utmost sexual experience."

"Did I go too far?"

I paused and thought a bit, then answered, "Not at all. I am fine with the rules, no ER, but you set the rules."

She kissed me deeply again and told me, "Next time we will go much further. I will introduce you to needles."

"Oh really, can't wait."

"Oh yes, you will wait. And now make me come with your fingers and mouth."