Rachel felt that her heart was in her throat as she waited at the door. She was nibbling on her bottom lip and focusing on the ground between her feet as she waited for the man inside to open up and let her in.
The instructions that she had been given by her dominant were very clear; "Wear your lace thong, matching bra and your tiny red dress and ring my doorbell at 6pm sharp." He had said. Of course, as per the rules of the game they had agreed to play, Rachel had obeyed.
She was stood there, wearing her dress, the bra and thong underneath, and nothing else except for cruelly high, glossy black heels (a personal preference of his that she spontaneously decided to indulge). The dress was a bit too tight, even for her skinny frame, and drawing out her B-cup, pale breasts out far too much, even showing the black lace of the bra underneath. So many men (and one woman) had stared at her hungrily on the way here. Her cheeks were still flushed red from the exposure and the humiliation as she stood there, gingerly shifting her body weight from one foot to the other as she waited for the man inside to open the door.
Rachel felt like minutes turned into hours. Maybe it was an extra cruelty that she had to wait outside like this. Just to add further humiliation and give the neighbours a show. At least his flat was indoors, so she had the comfort of being indoors and less exposed to the outside air. But she was stood in a communal area and no doubt the old man who lived across from her dom was staring out of the peep-hole of his door at her ass.
She took a deep breath in and out, finally composing herself, but just as she had found herself becoming calm, she heard the tell-tale click and creak of the door as it opened, revealing the man inside. Her dominant.
David was taller than her, standing at six foot above her small, five foot four and skinny frame. He was also wider, the kind of useful wideness that wasn't quite overweight. He looked down on her with an excited smile, his eyes trailing down her torso and her legs and then back up. She could see in his expression that he liked what he saw.
"Good to see you." He said simply. That was a surprise. No 'Come on in, bitch'? Rachel had thought. When he had offered to dominate her and she had accepted, she had a few preconceptions about what it would mean. Did it mean she was his slave, that she had to sign a contract and obey him without question? She had quickly found that not to be the case. In fact, more often than not he had asked her what she wanted to do in the run-up to this first session.
"Thank you...um, sir?" She replied, unsure of how to proceed, her gaze shifted down at his shoes as her eyes flushed red. They were shiny, leather and expensive looking shoes, laced up with tight, well tied knots. She wondered if that was a foreshadowing of what to come. He just chuckled in response to what she had said.
"I like the enthusiasm but we're not going to get started until we're in the bedroom. Come on in." He beckoned her indoors, opening it welcomingly and closing the door behind him. It shut with a heavy-sounding click.
The hallway they were now stood in was narrow, not enough for the two of them to stand abreast, it was wooden laminate flooring and her heels clicked against the floor, as did his own. She could feel David's gaze burning at her ass as she came in ahead of him, and turned gracefully as she could to face him.
"You have a nice place." She said. It wasn't a lie. The hallway was well-kept. There was a pleasant smell of lemon-scented air-freshener. The walls were painted red.
"Thanks." David said, taking the compliment as he rested against the wall on the side of the hallway. "I'm glad you decided to take me up on my offer."
"Yeah...about that." Rachel blushed, again her gaze fixated on the floor. Her ankles were burning in her heels. She hoped he would allow her to take them off soon. "This is my first time, I don't really know what to expect."
David nodded in understanding, his voice was quiet and reassuring. She half-expected him to be upon her right in that moment, pressing and pinning her against the wall by her wrists above her head and having his way, stripping and groping her. She wondered whether she would say no to that, as she imagined it in her head.
"Well, the first thing to say is, I'm not going to do anything that you are extremely uncomfortable with. You told me your limits in your email before coming here, and you know I'll stick to them. You know your safeword, and if play gets too intense at all, you know you can stop it by saying that."
Rachel nodded in agreement. He had been over all of this before, but it was still reassuring. She nervously shifted her weight from one leg to another as she listened to him.
"As for what to expect tonight. I'm going to give you a crash course in BDSM. There will be bondage, orgasm denial, some pain, and a lot of sex."
"Pain, sir?" Rachel asked, before cursing herself mentally. She slipped again with the 'sir'. She probably was annoying him now. She bit her lip and waited for his answer, feeling suddenly small and intimidated.
"Consider it a spice to the pleasure." He said, before moving forward. A rough hand reached under her shirt, warm against her side and holding her still. Rachel looked up to David's eyes and saw them full of lust and need.
His free hand stroked the hair out of her eyes and then took a ball of it in his fist from her scalp, yanking hard and sudden. Rachel yelped and squealed, standing on her tiptoes, stunned by the sudden and harsh turn. He pulled back on her hair, painfully forcing her neck outwards as her gaze shifted to the ceiling. Rachel was breathing sharply through gritted teeth.
"Too much?" He asked, snapping out of scene but for a moment.
Rachel looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with a dark look.
"Not enough, sir."
Rachel's instinct should have been to push him away, to fight, slap her hands against his chest and fight, thrash and scream. But it wasn't. Instead, she shuddered and moaned lightly, while he backed her into the wall. Her eyes closed and she savoured the feeling. There was something enjoyable about this. The pain of his hands in her hair was...erotic. She shivered with need.
Rough hands went under her dress and groped and felt at every part of her body. Her pale, milky skin was soft to the touch and smooth. A quiet moan escaped his lips as he groped her. Rachel squirmed to his touch, wanting more as his fingers explored her curves.
Her clothes came off quickly. She was silent as he pulled down the dress. He admired her body as it stood there in her matching black lace thong and underwear. Her face was flushed as red as the dress that now lay in a crumpled pile on the floor, but she knew not to hide her body from him, instead placing her hands behind her back to allow him best access.
"Good girl." He said quietly, before he started playing with her body again. His hands were on her. Her belly, her chest, breasts and hips. His touch was warm and almost electric. She shivered in need as he ran his hands around the waistband of her underwear, arching her back almost invitingly, pushing out her breasts and her hips towards him.
"Please sir, fuck your submissive girl." She sighed, the heat between her legs growing.
The palm of his hand rubbed on her underwear over where her pussy lips were covered. His touch made her tingle and gasp in surprise at how pleasurable the feeling was. Her cheeks red, she bit her lip and tried to cope with how hot the touch made her feel. He ground his palm against her lips now, rubbing slowly back and forth as his other arm wrapped around the small of her back, pulling her in close.
Rachel moaned, wriggling her hips against his hand, trying to increase the friction. She squirmed against his hold, a show of defiance more than a real struggle. Still, she couldn't resist looking up at the man who was holding her now, feeling secure in his grip and loving the feeling. She had fallen into submission now as her eyes begged him.
"M-More, please." She asked, still wriggling with her hips.
He chuckled darkly, letting go of her.
"Kneel down for me right there." He ordered. As Rachel did so, David left the room but for a moment.
While he was gone, Rachel squirmed uncomfortably, for some reason daring not to move from her position on the floor, knelt with her legs spread at the knees, her arms folded behind her back, her chest thrust outwards to make her breasts more inviting to him. She bit her lip, wanting to rub at her lips, but resisted the temptation. She had read plenty online to know that she wasn't to touch herself without his permission.
David returned holding a few toys in his arms. He set them down beside her in a pile. A whip, some steel nipple clamps, and a set of leather collar and cuffs. She whimpered, looking at them and then up at him.
"They look pretty scary." She said quietly.
"Give them a go, but don't hesitate to tell me to stop." He said imperatively, before kneeling down in front of her, starting on the nipple clamps. First one and then the other. She squeaked in mild shock as the first one was applied to her left breast. The metal of the clamp was cold to the touch. Her sensitive, pink nipple was already hard from earlier, so it wasn't hard to apply the clamp. She let in a sharp breath through gritted teeth.
"Fuck, that stings." She gasped. It was true, her nipple felt a little burning sensation as the nipple bit into it. It was like a persistent, dull pain, but then it quickly fell into the background.
"You know your safewords." David said simply, before moving on to clamping her next nipple. Rachel nodded. She didn't want him to take off the clamps, in all honesty. Not quite yet. The feeling of having to take the clamps, of giving him control over her pleasure and pain, it made her heart beat a little faster.
The second clamp was less shocking to her than the first. She knew what to expect. It came on easily enough and Rachel easily processed the stinging, which faded again into little more than a background reminder, something that made her nipples that bit more sensitive. It wasn't as bad as she had first imagined.
Then, he set about applying the collar and cuffs. They were made of good quality leather, and felt comfortable against her neck, wrists and ankles. One by one they were strapped in place, making her feel more and more submissive, like she was falling down a rabbit hole. She bit her lip, feeling conscious of her clamps as she knelt there, looking up to him as she waited to find out what he had planned next. The anticipation was exciting, as she slowly wriggled her chest from side to side to make the clamps pull on her nipples, to intensify that feeling. Heat was building her legs, the pain making the pleasure a bit more intense.
