When Stephanie arrived to sample some rough sex, she could not have missed seeing the implements I had deliberately laid out on the table – a scalpel...a large pair of scissors...a small pair of scissors...electric clippers...a hand razor...gauze dressing...Elastoplast...and - something every lady just loves to see!- a metal duck-billed vaginal speculum.
They were there to make her ponder exactly what I had in store for her that day... to remind her this would be anything but an ordinary session of love-making.
Not that she was expecting anything different.
Our recent weekend together had focussed on her vagina. First, opening it up and letting it have its first experience of being penetrated, screwed, drilled, fucked, dilated – or whatever the appropriate word is. And our subsequent sojourns in bed with her legs apart were primarily intended to ensure her now 'receptive' slippery slide was adequately conditioned to accept whatever penile penetration might then come her way.
But her experience on this next occasion was intended to be totally different.
When she rang me to confirm our meeting, I checked with her that there was no lingering 'just been opened up' feeling in or around her twat, checked that she was still happy to now sample something a little rougher, promised her that she would suffer nothing extreme or of lasting physical damage, secured a promise from her that – no matter what happened on this occasion – she would welcome me to dive into her fun hatch again the following week...and I reiterated she should arrive well-lubed, wearing an old pair of panties, and that she should bring along a spare pair of panties and her tube of vaginal lubricant.
And, most importantly, we agreed on a safe word: Grace!
We started that morning with a substantial embrace and some passionate kissing...then, sparked by my again thanking her for the previous wonderfully warm and intimate weekend, chatted briefly about her feelings now that she had surrendered her virginity. She indicated she was now planning to be, and looking forward to being, sexually 'active'.
A further hug, some more kissing, then gave way to a far less-romantic conversation:
M (for Master): So, welcome now to the most unpleasant couple of hours of your life.
My role this morning is to ensure you experience sexual pain and distress, something I'm sure you'll remember for some time...but I suspect you may very well also quite enjoy!
We have some rules, so listen VERY carefully:
I am your master...you are my submissive slave.
I demand respect, absolute respect. So, every answer you give me to any question will be followed by 'sir'. So, it's "yes, sir,", "no, sir," or "three bags full, SIR".
And you will only do EXACTLY what I instruct you to do. If I ask you to kiss me, you'll kiss me. You won't also attempt to hug me.
And, to most questions, you should only answer "yes" or "no". I'm not seeking any further unsolicited explanations from you.
And, you'll be punished for every transgression...with that punishment becoming progressively more painful.
Do I make myself clear?
S (for Slave): Yes, sir.
M: Well, let's see how much attention you've been paying. If you want to give an affirmative answer to a question that I ask, what do you say?
S: Yes, sir.
M: BEND OVER!
(Whack!)
M: Think again. What do you say?
(pause)
S: 'Yes, sir', sir.
M: That's better. But why have you stood up? – I haven't asked you to stand up, so bend over again.
(Whack!)
M: Now stand up straight. Remove your top...(pause)...
Remove your bra...(long, long pause)...
Master is now going to enjoy a little feel and have a little suck of those very attractive, very enticing tits. I'm certain you won't mind.
S: No, sir.
(Long pause...Sucking sounds)
M: Now remove your pants...(pause)...
Bend over. I didn't instruct you to remove your panties.
(Whack!, Whack!)
You lubricated yourself before you came?
S: Yes sir.
M: Right up your cock squeezer?
S: (pause)...Yes, sir.
M: Let me check how good a job you did.
(pause)
Oh, you ARE damp down there...you ARE enticingly warm down there...I can tell you ARE well prepared for all you are about to receive...And I bet this is the first time you've arrived on a date fully prepared and expecting to have your tight little cock pocket immediately stretched and distended.
S: Yes, sir.
M: Well, bad news for you - you'll just have to wait a while for that!...
Stand up...Replace your panties...(pause)...
Now, go to the shower...(pause)...
Squat...(pause)...
Pee...(long pause)...
I said PEE...
S: I can't...sir.
M: You haven't tried. We'll wait all day if necessary. PEE...
(Pause, droplets fall on the tiles in the shower)
That's better.
Now good girls don't pee their panties, do they?
S: No, sir.
M: Well, remove your panties and step out here...(pause)...bend over.
(Whack! Whack! Whack!)
M: Now stand up... Shower.
(long pause)
M: You don't appear to be doing a very thorough job, you little slut. Move over and let me in...And I'll start by giving those tits of yours a really thorough clean.
(pause)
S: Yow!
M: Don't like having your little tits pulled?
S: No, sir
M: Well you'd better get used to it, because you'll soon be experiencing a lot more pain than this.
S: Yow!...Yow!
M: Turn around little slut and let me wash that bum of yours...bend over...oooh, nice little asshole!... Very tempting, VERY tempting, VERY, VERY tempting...But I'll have pity on you just now, and leave that for a later time – but I know you'll be extremely disappointed that it's not being filled right now. Am I right?
S: (unconvincingly) Yes, sir.
M: Straighten up, turn around...your cunt, though, is not going to be similarly disappointed.
(pause)
S: Yow!
M: What's the problem. You've obviously deliberately left a little strip of fondling fluff down there – don't you like me doing that to you?
S: It hurts when you pull it like that, sir.
M: Well, why have you bothered at all to leave that pubic strip there? I can only think it is for men to play with. In any case, you'd be much more attractive, you'd be much sexier, if you just got rid of it and just went back to being a complete baldie.
S: Yes sir.
Yow! Yow!
M: Now I'm going to have a little feel of you all over down there, starting right here at your belly button.
(pause)
M: Oh, that's beautiful. That's one of the most enticing parts of the female anatomy – and I can't fathom why girls always feel they must keep it hidden away.
(long pause)
M: So, it likes having a finger up there, does it?
S: Yes, sir – especially when your finger does what it's just been doing.
M: Well, let's try to double the effect for you, with two fingers!...Ooo, you really do have a tight little cunt!
S: (softly) Yow.
M: Enjoying that?
S: Not particularly, sir.
M: That's good...so how about three fingers?
S: Please no, sir...YOW!
M: That didn't really hurt, did it?
(pause)
M: I asked you a question...bend over.
(Whack! Whack! Whack!)
M: What are you crying for?
S: I'm sorry, sir. It hurt, sir.