I have been a shy girl for as long as I remember. I wore conservative clothes, did not speak to anyone unless talked to and lost my V- card just 3 months ago, at 20. That's also the only time I've ever had sex. As it turned out, all my ex wanted was my cherry. He wasn't very good when he fucked me either. He just entered me without any care or concern, caused a lot of pain as he broke my hymen and was done in about 30 seconds. It wasn't at all like I imagined. But my fantasies aren't exactly normal. I dream of being fucked like a dog in heat; I yearn to be collared and whipped mercilessly.
My fantasies eventually, a few weeks after he dumped me, led me to an anonymous online BDSM community. I spoke to the moderator of the website and arranged a meet at a local restaurant.
"Here we go", I mutter to myself at the entrance of 'Terra and Mare', a small Italian restaurant. I am to meet the moderator. I don't know his name. He is supposed to be wearing a white suit and pink pocket square. I scan the restaurant trying to identify my 'Initiation Guide'. I spot a man wearing white suit at the north-east end. But, I can't see the pocket square itself. I head towards the ladies' room so that I can pass by him. I glance at the man as I open the door.
Fuuuuuuk.
It's Romero, Professor Romero.
He glances at me and looks equally bewildered. I just open the door and walk straight into the restroom.
Of course he's bewildered. He's here to meet a girl and initiate her into BDSM, not to fuck his student.
I stand in front of the mirrors petrified. This is beyond embarrassing. But, deep inside, I'm also strangely excited. I'm getting wet. My nipples perk up and ache as they rub against my dress. My excitement had lead me to come braless.
I have two options here. Simply walk out of the restaurant and forget about this or I could go meet the dark haired, black-eyed God. I've always had a bit of a crush on him. But, this is different. I'm his student and if I go through with this, he's probably going to end up fucking me.
'Fucking me'. God, I want that to happen.
The wetness of my core soaks my panties as I build up my resolve to meet him. I open the door and he's staring at me with a gentle smile on his face. He has removed his suit. His muscles hug the white shirt as he gestures me to accompany him.
"Good morning Ms. Anderson" he says as I take a seat in front of him.
"Good morning, professor Romero. I didn't know you were the moderator" I say nervously. What is he thinking? Will he still to go through with this? Am I ready to go through with this? I am tense as fuck.
"Please, I am not your professor here. Call me Michael. If you are uncomfortable with me being your guide, I can have someone else talk to you."
No one else, please. I want you. Just take me here.
"Erm... No profess-" I begin
"Michael. You can just call me Michael"
"Yes. Yes... Michael. I am er... What I mean is, if it does not affect what happens in college, I think it's ok if you guide me." I bumble.
"Of course Elizabeth. I can call you Elizabeth?"
"Yeah... Yeah, sure"
Why am I repeating words?
"So..." he continues, "Whatever happens here is completely confidential. Don't worry about it. You said you had some questions."
"Yes... Yes, I did."
Stop repeating words.
"Well, what are they?" he probes
"I just wanted to know a little about what BDSM actually was. I... I know that it's about submission and there are... slaves?" I ask hesitantly.
He lets out a small chuckle as his red lips widen ever so slightly. He's still smiling as he says,
"People have a very narrow view of our tastes. They have varied interpretations but none that is correct. Yes, there are slaves in our world. But I promise, it's nothing like what you think it is. As a beginner, a novice, you just need to know the basics. We can get to the more complicated stuff later on."
"The basics?" I ask.
"Anything is agreeable in the community as long as it's safe, sane and consensual" he replies.
Continuing, he points out
"Now, there are a couple of ways in which we can proceed. I can either take you to the dungeon whe-"
"The what?" I gasp in surprise. What the fuck is a dungeon? Is he a serial killer or something?
He's grinning now
"A dungeon is just a room where 'scenes' take place. It's not an actual dungeon. It can be a large hall or an apartment room -anywhere we choose to conduct a scene is a dungeon."
"Oh. I was... I didn't know about that" I stutter, relieved that I wasn't to be killed.
"It's alright. So, we can either go to the dungeon where other members will guide you through this or we can do this privately at my place."
"I am not comfortable getting naked in front of many people. So, I guess, I'll take option two." I stammer.
I'm going to be at Professor Romero's house getting fucked.
I have never been this horny, ever.
"Well then, we can leave now, if you want." he proposes. I clench my thighs together
"Yeah. Yeah let's leave" I squeal.
"A like it when a girl's this excited" he smirks getting up with a devilish smile on his face.
I am beyond excited. I want him. I want him to take me like I belong to him. My slave tendencies are surfacing. As I stand up, the juices from my core are flowing like a river in flood.
We exit the restaurant and get in his car. As we are driving, he brushes his hands against my thighs sending jolts of high electricity through me. I carefully pull my dress a little higher without getting his attention.
"Let me do that Ms. Elizabeth" he quips as he pulls my dress so high that he can see my panties; rather, see through them given that they are completely drenched.
"You seem to be looking forward to this quite a lot" he sings as his hand brashly comes closer and closer to my panties.
This is just agony.
I don't know how to reply and I'm out of breath. I just keep quiet. He pinches my thighs slightly and I let out a deep gasp. God, why did that feel so good? He continues his rude exploration while maneuvering the wheel. We're on an empty highway and he's not even doing 40. He's torturing me, making this last and I love it.
I groan loudly as his hands reach my panties. They stay there this time. He rubs his hands with expertise on the white fabric as I wither like a tickled kitten.
"Oh... yes..." I moan, without any embarrassment now. I'm his and there's nothing more to it.
The pressure on my pussy increases constantly as he takes me to heights I've never been before.
"Does that please you Ms. Elizabeth?" he teases as he circles my clit.
"Yes, yes it does... professor" I pant as I wiggle my hips to meet his fingers.
He's pushing his fingers into me through my underwear. I push back at his fingers, hard. My hands find their way to my breasts and I start rubbing my nipples over the dress.
"Take em off" he growls tugging at my panties. I have just about enough energy to do that. I swiftly remove them exposing my pussy.
"Beautiful Ms. Elizabeth." he pats my cunt almost causing pain. I am in heaven. This man, with one hand, is giving me more pleasure than the dildo that I secretly use from time to time. He traces his exquisite hand around the lips of my dripping pussy.
Just put a finger in it. Please, oh God, please.
But he just continues teasing me as he takes a right turn to a dusty road in which doesn't seem to lead anywhere. As we head downhill, he plunges his index finger deep inside me.
"Fuuck... yes..." I scream as his finger probes the most private parts of my body.
"You like that Ms. Elizabeth?" he says as he removes his finger.
No, don't do that. Put it back in me you asshole.
"Yes... yes professor. Don't remove your... finger... please" I beg to no avail. He raises his finger to my face and asks
"Have you ever tasted yourself Ms. Elizabeth"
Fuck, this is embarrassing and hot. He wants me to taste my juices.
"No professor." I say trying to calm down.
"Taste it" he growls
I hesitantly lick his finger tasting myself for the first time. It tastes almost like nothing. Just a salty slime. He suddenly grips my chin tightly and orders
"When I ask you to taste, you are to take my finger in your mouth completely, you understand that?"
"Yes sir" I whine with fear.
The fear adds to my arousal as he takes his hand and ravages my pussy with two fingers this time. I squeal and squeak with delight as he brings his fingers back to my face. This time, I don't hesitate. I hold his wrist with both my hands and suck them. I see him grinning with the corner of my eye as I tongue in-between his fingers. He takes his hand away harshly and resumes fingering me. I notice no cars or people anywhere. I throw caution to the wind and remove the sleeves of my dress baring my breasts. I knead and squeeze my boobs flooded with a sense of intense pleasure. The professor is flicking my clit like an expert harpist playing complex compositions. Moments later, I have the hardest, the biggest and the most intense orgasm of my life.
I almost fade out as we come to a halt in front of a rather big house. It's not a mansion but it's huge compared to my apartment. The automatic gates close behind the car and I look around to see where we are. There's no one or nothing in sight. We are in the middle of a field and all I can see is miles of agricultural land all around us.
"I'll get the door for you, don't you dare adjust your dress." he says. I can see the enormous bulge in his pants as he walks around to open the door of the car.
"Come on out Ms. Elizabeth. No one can see you here" he extends his hands and helps me off.
As soon as I stand up, his lips are on mine. He assaults my tongue with no mercy. I kiss him back. Our tongues are locked in a duel as he extends his arms around my back and pushes me on to the hood of the car.
The cool evening breeze pains my nipples. I have no control over what's happening here. He seems to know exactly what makes me feel good. His left hand rises from my back to my neck. He holds me by my neck as he pulls me towards him. Pinned down on a car with my breasts exposed and panties missing, I feel the most relaxed and secure I've ever felt.
He pulls away, leaving me breathless. He looks at me and I look at his flawless tan skin and the small stubble on his chin. He adjusts his smooth, dark hair and commands:
"First thing, Ms. Elizabeth, you are to wear no clothes inside this compound unless I ask you."
A chill of fear passes through me. I've to be naked all the time? It also excites me to no end.
"Yes. Outdoors as well professor?" I ask hoping he would say yes.
"Inside the compound, Ms. Elizabeth. That includes the garden and fountain area as well, yes. Anymore questions?"
"No... no professor." I answer.
