I take great delight in remembering the first time with my Mistress. My arse starts to tingle and the all too familiar feeling in my panties begins to build until I'm squirming deliciously! As I play it out in my mind yet again I can feel each and every swipe onto my bottom and hear each word she spoke to me.
I'd had a couple of encounters with a Domme before, and had lightly experienced the crop and the cane and a few more 'toys', but nothing prepared me for what I was to receive on that first night with my Mistress!
She asked if I could go to her on the Friday and of course I said yes. We had become good friends over the past few months leading up to that night and talked often about BDSM and what each other liked. We had kissed a couple of times previous to that evening and she had teased me verbally and by email on a few occasions, but no real physical contact had taken place. Also at that time we hadn't established a Mistress/sub relationship but I was so excited when she asked me if I wanted to 'play' – and that's exactly what it was – play, and not punishment, although some would argue that the results looked as if it was a punishment!
I was unsure as to what to wear. It was damp and windy so I settled on wearing black boots, a long black skirt with a strappy vest top under a zipped cardigan, and wore my infamous black bra and lace panties. I got to her house at the correct time and we had a hug and a few tender kisses on my arrival. We made our way upstairs to her living room where we sat and talked for about an hour. My nervousness began to slowly ease but never really disappeared completely.
We discussed what I'd experienced before and then she let me hold some of her 'toys', letting me get acquainted with a few by touching them and swiping them into the air. She also held them herself and smacked her palm with them, allowing me to hear the stinging swipe as it fell into her hand. She was just as intimidating as the 'toys' and I was crumbling with every passing second!
I was genuinely frightened at the prospect of letting her 'play' with me with these instruments of pleasurable torture, but the excitement that coursed through me was greater than the fear, although fear at times can also be an aphrodisiac – well it can with me anyway.
She placed the 'toys' back on the hooks on the wall and walked over to the spanking bench and manoeuvred it to the middle of the room. "You ready then?" She smirked, raising her eyebrows as she did so, causing her gorgeous ice-blue eyes to flash at me.
I nodded my acquiescence and softly added an "Okay!"
I had already taken off my boots and cardigan when I got to her house and now stood before her in my skirt and top. She walked over to me holding something in her hand. "While you're with me, you'll wear this..." She held up a collar, probably two inches high or maybe a little more and it had the word "BITCH" on it. It was the first time I had worn a collar for someone – yes I had one at home that I tried on for a few minutes every now and then, but after that it was always put away in the hope that I was to be asked to wear it for someone one day.
She then lifted up my top and edged it up over my arms before throwing it onto the sofa. I remember her gaze fixating on my tits and her commenting on how gorgeous they looked in my bra. I specifically remember blushing at her compliment.
She ushered me over to the spanking bench and stood behind me, pushing me over it, crushing the black latex cushioning with my heavy tits. Her hands began to roam over my back and shoulders, her nails digging in, causing me to writhe beneath them. She then unfastened my bra and pulled it from me, dropping it to the floor. She remained close behind me and her hands raised my skirt to the top of my panties where her fingers travelled over them, kneading my curvaceous arse through them before teasingly lowering them down my legs. It was done in such a delightful way that I moaned as her fingers glided over my skin as she lowered them to my feet. She then hooked her fingers into the top of my skirt, and that too was slowly edged down until it pooled on the carpet. I stepped over both garments and she kicked them to the side.
I was now bent over, completely naked over the spanking bench waiting for some delightful sensations to be unleashed upon me. Her hands continued to wander over my shoulders, my back and then lower, down to my arse, my outer thighs and the back of my legs. She expertly used the tips of her fingers to sensually arouse my skin. Her nails would dig in and scrape over me, leaving red marks in their wake.
She left me for a moment to get the flogger and moments later it was lashing against my shoulders, arse and thighs. She did this for a while, and it stung like hell as it rained down over my shoulders. I remember it hitting my thighs and arse repeatedly, and I writhed over the bench, moaning into the latex.
She disposed of the flogger and returned to me, her hands on my arse, feeling the warmth, then "SPANK" – right on target, the sting exploding across my rump. Another and another, alternating between each cheek, harder and harder, the deep smacking sounds resonating throughout the room along with my yelps and moans.
Her foot came between my legs and she nudged my ankles, wanting me to part my legs further. I did so immediately and felt her fingers crawl up my inner thighs, nails sharp, digging in painfully until they got to my pussy. I groaned at the contact. I knew I was wet, and was slightly embarrassed at being so moist. She probed my pussy, dipped her finger in and out then toyed with my clit. Her hand came to my tits and she took one of my nipples between her thumb and finger and she twisted and stretched it. The pain was so intense. She then placed her hand in my hair and tugged my head closer to her. I could feel her warm breath on my ear. "Don't you dare come!"
Oh god, the way she spoke to me was a high in itself. She knew exactly what to say, and more importantly how to say it. I think I answered her with a feint, "I won't!" before her hand pushed my head back down and she came to the front of me, taking the cane from the hook.
Jesus Christ, the cane. She did it hard. Swipe after swipe, my knees buckled and my hands grappled with the cushioning on the bench. My breathing was rapid and I was gasping as the hot fire swept across both cheeks of my burning bottom. I'd had the cane once before but never like this and my knees gave way a couple of times and she let me recover before inflicting it on me again.
I could have said 'amber' or 'red' at anytime, but I didn't want to. I was thoroughly enjoying the sensations that I was experiencing. My knees that buckled under each swipe turned me on. The tingle and sting that spread like splintered hot sparks across my backside turned me on, the way she spoke to me turned me on. There was no escaping how I was feeling.
As my legs buckled again she abruptly told me to stand up and stick my arse out. I did as I was told, and was rewarded with an almighty swipe. I yelped and shrieked and she came up behind me – so close that she was right up against me. She moved against me and put her hand in my hair. She twisted and twirled her fingers through it, tugging it making me gasp with pleasure. I loved her hand in my hair. Her other hand came between my thighs, and slipped itself into the moist humidity of my pussy. She tugged my head towards her and in my ear she said, "Such a hot cunt!"
I felt my pussy flood in her palm. She makes that word sound so dirty and nasty when she says it, and I'm astounded at the way it affects me. It just arouses the hell out of me.
I feel the cane again, although this time it's sliding to and fro between my pussy lips. Her other hand moves to my mouth, and she covers it completely, gagging me as she slides it some more before withdrawing it completely and unleashing it one more time across my buttocks. I scream a muffled wail into her hand and I soon have her close to me again.
