This is chapter two of this story. To gain the entire context of the story one should read the first chapter. As explained there, this is a true story; only the names of the guilty have been changed. This has been written in collaboration with literotica author cheveuxroux. She lived it with my help. Please feel free to email comments and of course, please vote.
Sometime late in the night, Stan arose and went off to his own cabin. Shawna slept the sleep of the fulfilled. Though there were a couple of times during the night when she awoke feeling that tinge of fear in the pit of her stomach that she had given her kinky desires away and she would never see Stan again.
Saturday dawned sunny and bright and the counselors went to work cleaning the camp with a renew energy. By mid-afternoon the camp was secure and the other counselors were boarding the van and headed back to town. Stan had approached Shawna early in the afternoon and told her she would ride home with him. As he spoke, Shawna felt that all too familiar twitch in her pussy at his apparent aggressiveness. He gave her no choice when he told her she would be riding home with him.
As the van drove out of the driveway, Stan walked up to Shawna and took her hand. He led her to his cabin.
“I think we need to talk.” He said straightforwardly. “I don’t know quite how to say this, other than to come right out and ask.”
Shawna sat stock still in a chair looking at him, fully expecting him to tell her that they had no future.
“Can I assume you’re into D/s?” he asked flat out?
“I really did yell that out loud?” she asked quietly. She already feared the worst.
“Yes, you did. Now answer the question.”
“Yes, I’ve dreamed for a long long time of being a subbie.” She said softly.
“I see.” He replied. Reaching for her hand he pulled her up to her feet and in close to him. Taking her face in his hands, he tilted her head so she was looking directly into his eyes.
“Then meet your new Master, little slut!”
Shawna’s heart all but leapt from her chest. He not only hadn’t berated her desires, but it appeared that he shared them. Pulling her into him, he kissed her on her lips; his tongue forcing it’s way into her mouth. It was, by far, the most aggressive kiss she had ever received. And she melted against him.
Stan ran his hand up Shawna’s back and tangled his fingers in her red hair. Using his hand as a guide her maneuvered her to the far wall and placed her against the wall much like a suspect about to be frisked by police. Inserting his foot between hers, he spread her feet. She had “assumed the position” as the cops call it.
“Don’t move, little bitch.” Stan said.
Whimpering with lust, Shawna was both nervous and excited. Although this scene was not playing out quite the way she had always imagined her first experience with a Dom would, she nonetheless was aroused by the prospect of her first real life experience.
Stan’s hands came around and fondled the girl’s big tits through her top. Then reached down and unsnapped the button on her shorts. After pulling down the zipper, he deftly slid her shorts down her shapely legs and she willingly stepped out of them. She had been nude in front of a man just once, earlier this week. And she was now very conscious of her panty-clad ass in plain sight for Stan to see. She was also very aware of how wet the crotch of her panties were. Stan’s hand now took hold of the hem of her top and raised it until she had to stand up to let him slide it off. Before letting her resume her spread position, he removed her bra. Those big firm tits now stood proudly for him to see.