The woman who enters the room is nothing like I imagined – in fact, she is so
normal
, so average, that I am both relieved and disappointed.
"Madame Ariane" is in middle aged, not particularly tall, slightly plump. She wears an ordinary sweater and jeans – no leather, no chains, nothing that I would have associated with a domme.
"Your sister wants me to introduce you to the pleasures of pain and the art of being a slave," she says, as she eyes me up and down. I nod, not knowing how to address her properly. Is there a protocol for these occasions?
"I gather she doesn't want to do it herself, because she doesn't like to work with family," she continues. Was it a statement? A question? I stand still and wait as she circles me, looking at me.
"Get undressed," she orders. A protest rises in my throat because of the suddenness of this command –
after all, we hardly know each other
– but I think better of it and dutifully take off my sandals, shorts, t-shirt – then I hesitate for a brief moment, but Madame's looks tell me that she means
all
my clothes, and so bra and panties quickly follow the other items which I have casually thrown on a chair.
She walks around me again, inspecting me. She takes my right hand and gently places it behind my back, just above my buttocks, then does likewise with the left. I feel an electric tingle as she briefly touches my inner thigh, indicating for me to spread my legs wider. I stand there fully exposed,
feeling
fully exposed.
I hear rustling behind me then see her step in front of me again, stark naked. I lower my eyes.
"Look at me," she commands, and I do. For a middle-aged woman, she is in good shape. She is tanned, has good muscle tone, large, heavy breasts the sheer weight of which makes them sag quite a lot, with small but prominently erect nipples. She is a natural blonde – or does she bleach her hair
down there
? Surely not...
"Are you disgusted by me, by my being so much older than you?" she asks. "Oh, not at all," I assure her, quite genuinely. "Good," she replies, "because we cannot work together unless we are comfortable with each other."
It is the last I get to see of her, because she now puts a blindfold over my eyes, which totally deprives me of sight, of light... I am completely within myself now, in a world of my own, where everything is black, where there is no reality.
As she adjusts the blind, I feel her naked breasts touch me here and there, and it thrills me – this intimacy with another woman whom I don't even know.
She places one hand on my bottom, her thumb creeping inside the crack of my cheeks, and by pressure of this hand and an occasional steering touch on my shoulder, she pushes me into another room, a sound-proofed room as I can tell at once as we enter, because even the normal background noises of traffic and city are suddenly swallowed up.
I bump against something knee-high – it must be a bed, or something. I am guided onto it, subtle pressure here and there bending me until I am on my hands and knees on this leathery, quite hard, surface. My knees are pushed apart, then I am forced down on my elbows, and I am aware of how exposed I must look in this position – my bum thrust out, legs wide apart, giving easy access to all those most vulnerable parts between my legs. I am embarrassed, strangely enough not because of my general exposure, but because my anus must be so visible... why does that disturb me?
I am not given much time to contemplate, as I feel a bar being attached between my knees, keeping them firmly apart.
If I arch my back downwards, I can feel my breasts making contact with the cool leather beneath me, and I become aware just how rock-hard my own nipples have become without my being aware of the transformation.
I feel Ariane's nipples, and indeed the full and heavy bags of her breasts, sliding across my back, and it sends thrills through my whole body right down into my crotch. She strokes me gently, her hand resting on my buttocks, her fingers over my slit, probing the wetness that is already there.
Suddenly I feel a great weight on me – Ariane must have dropped herself onto my back – and I collapse downwards, my tits getting squashed beneath me with a sudden jolt, causing a lot of pain, a jab at first in each breast, followed by a dull, thudding ache. I want to clasp my hands to my tits, to squeeze the pain out of them, but I can't because they have been grabbed and cuffed behind my back.
Ariane is sitting on my back now, pushing down heavily on it. I feel her slit against my spine... is she wet, or do her pussy lips just feel cool?
Her hand is back on my bottom now, still sliding up and down my slit with her fingers then, suddenly, I feel a stinging pain in my right butt as she slaps it, another sting as she slaps the left one, then a series of slaps, making my bottom wiggle with each explosive contact.
Gradually, the target area widens – she is now hitting my upper legs and lower back as well as my cheeks. Her slaps fall lower and lower on the inside of my thighs, then gradually working their way up to my shaved and exposed cunt, until finally the first slap hits my engorged lips. I buck in pain, nearly throwing Ariane off, but with my legs forced apart and my hands behind my back, I cannot get enough leverage to raise myself...
The slaps continue raining on and around my sensitive womanhood, I cry in pain, but, at the same time, I am getting incredibly hot, physically and emotionally. I feel my lower lips engorging, both from the punishment they receive and from my getting so incredibly turned on.
