The Beginning of All

I was never a BDSM aficionado, but after being dominated by that unknown some things changed in my mind. As a volunteer and apprentice, I wanted to become a Dominatrix, but I knew the way to and from would take a while. Friday night. Full moon. I arrived at that club in a place far from the city, where I would try to be the Dominator and not the Dominant. But apparently that night would bring me many surprises. I was hoping to have a lot of clients that night, looking for me, to pick them up, to be whipped and dominated at my whim. After wearing my Dominatrix uniform, I put my normal clothes on my closet, slammed the metal door closing it with a lock. I was still afraid because I considered the BDSM extremely heavy for me, but when I remembered that unknown, I felt my pussy get horny. Looking in the mirror of the room where I would try to be a Dominatrix, I saw my image: my red hair pulled over my head by a black leather band. The black leather and black lipstick completed the image in the mirror. I laughed silently when thinking of walking out there with my leather boots, high up to the thigh in six-inch heels. The PVC corset and very tight black panties that revealed more of my ass than I would show outside the club. So again, in this part of town, no one would mind. - Ayeska, your first client is here. Will you come to the reception table, please? I sighed as I heard Ana's voice on the speaker and opened the door to my private camera, heading to the lobby, preparing for the number one customer of the night. — Your Dominatrix of the night, Ayeska, will be with you soon. - Ana spoke. - Uh-huh. Thank you. — He watched the place, the reception area of the Club had a low lighting. The atmosphere was dark, with cherry wood furniture, wall lamps emitting light and soft and sensual music. " What would your Dominatrix look like?" Your answer came in the form of a delicious, redheaded girl down the hall. The explosive grenade walking down the hall was a completely different person than he had seen and imagined. Dressed completely in black PVC leather, he covered every inch of his body, like a goddess, in boots up to the thighs in high heels, his red and shiny hair stuck in a ponytail swayed as she walked. Her breasts, round and swollen, threatened to come out of the unacceptable vest. She stopped in front of him, his head shook slightly, when she looked at his body from head to toe. The movement left his neck exposed, one of his favorite parts, in a woman. So tender, so sensitive, awakening the thought of possessing that slender column of flesh, burying its teeth in the back of its neck, holding it and fucking it. The creamy expansion of his throat would look good to put on a collar, too. As long as he held her. He was not a sub but the Master. I was there to test it. She was a volunteer and an apprentice and wanted to be a Dominatrix. I knew she volunteered there and worked during the day somewhere unknown to him. He still couldn't recover from the transformation. Her blue jeans and the huge blouse she'd been wearing were like night and day, compared to the sex bomb suit she was wearing now. Not that you cared about your current suit. Anyway, she turned him on. A tremendous excitement. He would scratch himself to throw it on the floor of the reception hall and push his hard cock into it, sink his teeth into the soft white flesh of his shoulder and hold it in place as he rode it to a hard climax. He shuddered. Not yet. The image she presented was of a woman used to send. At least externally. Her eyebrow rose, when she lifted the paper, looking at him with questioning. Yeah, he paid for it all night. An hour wouldn't be enough. I needed the whole night and more with her. I've seen her before, I've followed her. But I was gonna surprise her that night. — Are you sure about that? - She asked, waving his receipt when she left the counter. - Yes. — That's a lot of money. — I have a lot of money. Let's get started. Shrinking her shoulders, she moved with him toward the corridor. — It's your money. Follow me. He took his breath and tried not to drool while following his ass down the hall, vaguely lit. The tight corset thing and the little panties it wore adjusted, above the curve of its hips and narrowed through its buttocks, showing more than a little of its well formed rear. Your dick jumped. He didn't like women too weak. She had a woman's body. Real woman's body. Breasts, ass, hips, legs and thighs that favored a man riding among them. Yes, she was perfectly formed in all the right places. The places he'd like to lick, suck, bite and fuck. I would. All in good time. She might want to be the Dominatrix in this place, could supply all sorts of men who begged to be sent by a woman, but he wasn't that kind of man. He was the Master. But she didn't know. When he took him back to his room, he smiled at the confident swing of his hips. Yeah, she thought she was in charge here, but he was about to turn the table. Soon he'd have his bare ass and his mercy to be fucked. Her balls hurt, just thinking about giving, exactly, what she knew, what she was looking for, needed and desired. Something was missing in Ayeska's life. He! Sighing heavily, I typed the code into my private lounge and opened the door, moving inside with the unknown. I liked the moderate lighting there, the candlelights intertwined along the room. Not only did I suggest sensuality, they also provided wonderful hot wax when I wanted to use it on my clients. In addition, the odors and lighting calmed her down. Cuffs, metal shelves and steel tables weren't exactly the kind of furniture I enjoyed. So I made up where I could, making my room a shrine of subtle lights and sexy smells. It's time to start the act. — Move to the center of the room. - I said, using my "I'm-in-command-do-what-I-talk-or-then" tone... By ignoring him, I moved to the wall looking for devices, like "me-beat-me-machute-me-do-like" from his bookcase, selecting a long black whip with tips, surely, to produce marks on his ass. He remained in the center of the room, his enigmatic gaze fixed on me. — Look at the floor, not me. - I said in a command voice. It wasn't typical of men like him, but she could have sworn she saw a smile throw on her lips before she dropped her chin on her chest. — Hands behind your back, together. I came up and walked around. And I watched him. The jeans he wore pressed his thighs and showed a well-formed butt, his shirt stretched and tightened through his wide chest and abdomen. The sleeves of his shirt wrapped up, freed his biceps. His hands made me salivate, man's hands, big with long fingers, which I could imagine very well pushing hard inside and out of my pussy. This one was throbbing, that man turned me on. It wasn't good, because I had to dominate it and not be dominated and all I could see inside my mind was him fucking me, eating me. "Oh, what a man like that could do to me." I had to focus on my learning. I had put it in my head that I wanted to be a Dominatrix, period. — That's how we're gonna work. Let's take your clothes off and I'll put you in the chair. — I explained, snapping the whip above the metal of the chair in front of it. - Then I'll have some fun with you. And you're gonna like this. You didn't answer. Good boy. But I noticed two dimples in his face. Like he smiled. — You think it's fun? — You could say that. I almost laughed. A sub never talked to a Dom like that. Maybe he didn't understand the rules of domination and submission. — Have you done this before? — Not... like this. Your voice made me wet. Low, with a slight contempt as if I knew something I didn't know, fell on my nerves and made me think of sex, hot, naughty and perverse. Words whispered in the dark. Commandos, articulated in that severe voice, making me bow to your will. God, she really needed an orgasm! — Let me explain how it works, then. I tell you what to do, and you do. When I ask you something, you answer, followed by “Lady” , a term of respect for your Dominatrix. You will only speak if I question you directly. Understood? - Yes. — Yeah, what? - Yes, ma'am. Somehow I doubted the sincerity of that answer. It didn't matter. He had a lot of whips, handcuffs and spankings to beat. He'd let this place feel like he'd gotten a lot more than his money bought. - Take your clothes off. - I ordered the tip of the whip against your palm to give effect. The sharp pain against my tender skin reminded me how much I wanted to be at the end of one of these things. Without wavering he grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing a large expansion of well-worked chest muscles. I wrapped my fingers in my palms to keep my hand from running through your chest. Your smell turned me on. And he'd take my concentration. He took off his boots, so he went to the belt buckle. The sound of rough metal against leather made me tremble. The sound of your zipper opening made my mouth dry and at the same time salivate. Oh yes, he was a sub, certainly. The evidence of his excitement was hard to ignore, given the size of it. Just staring, staring, down, your erection, His cock was thick, long, with a purple head that screamed through my mouth. He was the first customer to make me hot. Most of them didn't do anything for my libido. In my fantasies in those brief moments with him; he was strong, domineering, beating my bare ass while making me come many times. His reality as a submissive, had not yet been computed in my mind. My vibrator would get a hell of a workout when I got home. — Sit down so I can tie the strap to you. — I have a better idea. Why don't you kneel down and suck my dick? Despite the warmth I felt between my legs, from the harsh command of his words, I knew he only challenged me. "-So that was the game he wanted to play." I lifted my chin, lifting the whip handle, to rest on my shoulder. — How dare you! You will be punished for disobeying me! My arm went forward, intending to let him feel the pain of the whip through his chest. But leather never reached my goal, its movements, as fast as lightning, momentarily paralyzed me in place. In seconds, he plucked the whip out of my hand and was crushed in the very strong embrace of the naked man. — I've had almost enough of this fucking game. Now we'll do it my way. The shock froze me instead. I looked for your eyes. Recognizing the oh-so-male alpha. There were no servile ways of a submissive, not bowed down before, no look of fear hopeful for his brazen disobedience. His dick still up, tight against his pelvis and he didn't seem worried about being naked, while I was completely dressed. Well, like, fully dressed, considering my costume. So what kind of game was he playing? No submissive would take control of your gift. — You're not a submissive. There was the same smile he had shown earlier. — Hardly. I like to take control. And I want a woman to want me to take this from her. A dizzying excitement began to build, along with my irritation at having been touched. But for what purpose? Why would he come in here and pretend to be something he wasn't? — Do you mind telling me what's going on? - I asked. Your lips twisted in a sarcastic smile. This "non-acceptance-of-nobody" in his expression meant a man who was in charge of his own destiny, and everything had to be in his own way. — Do you want to spend the night talking about it, or do you want me to give you exactly what you want? — I don't understand. — Yes, you do. You want a man to take control of the situation. You want a man who will arrest you naked and make you do what he wants. You want a man to eat and fuck you, until you lose your mind, until you're crying and begging to stop. You want a man who won't stop. Oh, God. The humidity flowed from my channel, excited by words, with the promise to fulfill my fantasies that I just dreamed. He knew, he knew exactly my needs. " But how? Was it possible? He really didn't know anything about me. Then how could I know my desires?" — You're asking yourself a million questions right now, Ayeska. Don't. Make your mind at ease. I know, because I'm the one to meet you. I can give you what you want, and you can give me what I want. Don't look for an answer where none exists. It is what it is. Your words made no sense. I should be afraid, but the weird thing was that I wasn't afraid at all. Curiosity, yes. Excitement, oh hell yeah. But I wasn't scared. He was direct at least, but I had a million questions. But couldn't those questions wait until later? Right now, he offered me something that I wanted and needed very much, I could almost enjoy just thinking about all the ways he could give me pleasure. — One word, Ayeska. That's all I need to hear. One word. I knew the word he was looking for, and the fact that I asked for it made all the difference to me. I knew if I didn't do this, I'd regret it forever, so I gave that stranger the word he wanted to hear. - Yes. The whip fell to the ground with a soft blow. He kept me from his arms, but only for a few seconds. With one hand he held around my waist, with the other he held my ponytail, pulling it until tears fell out of my eyes. His mouth descended on mine, harshly, his tongue invading as if claiming the prize. The surprise and heat came together like a load of liquid electricity in my veins. For the first time in a very long time, I felt like a prize. His lips spoke of possession, of taking, of stealing, hard and furious. I held on to him, burying my nails in the stiff flesh of his shoulders. He devoured my lips and tongue until the world stopped spinning on my axis. His mouth was hard, punishing, telling me the rules of the game with every stabbing of his tongue. He would. I would. And I'd appreciate giving him whatever he wanted. Tonight I'd have what I was looking for. Or preferably, I'd let him take what he was looking for, and in my turn I'd get exactly what I needed. He pushed me and I cried, needing to be naked and feel that contact body to body, I took a step back, when he pushed me again, letting him lead where he wanted. He stopped in the middle of the room and broke my kiss contact, turning my back on him. The warm fingers smoothing my skin as he began to untie the laces of my corselet. He seemed to be in no hurry, but the time it took him to untie the tapes gave me a broad opportunity to think about what he was doing. His knuckles passed through my back, when he pulled the vest separately, his fingers dragging slowly above my spine, producing chills. My pussy hurt with the need to feel a hard dick inside her. I had to fuck! — Leave your boots. — he whispered above my shoulder, pulling the vest away from my body and squatting until he took off my panties. When he got up, he turned me to face him. He had the look of a hungry predator, his eyes a darkness as he passed through my body. He reached above me, pulling the fists of a rope that oscillated stuck in a steel bar on the ceiling. — These look like fun. Give me your hands. I offered them while he was sliding his fists on my wrists. When it was over, my arms were up with tension on the rope, automatically, tight. - Damn, you shaved cunt... So smooth and smooth. Can you imagine how you'll feel when I put my tongue in it? The heat burned my sex, by the image your words presented. I blushed, but I didn't answer. Instead, I watched ecstatic how he reached and dragged the fingertips above my collarbone, smoothing with his palm between my breasts and resting there. My breathing gave me a tremor as if I were begging him to touch the pulsing nipples. — You want me to touch you? - Yes. - Well... I want to touch you. I'll touch you. And you will touch me. We have all night to explore and get to know each other. I wanted this, I thought about it for a while. But I don't want to rush things. " Had he thought about her?" The thought sent a thrill to my nervous endings. He knelt down and took my ankles, positioning my feet next to his fists attached to a mark on the floor. When he finished, he looked at me. — The smell of your sex fills the room air. Dark and musky. Do you need to come, Ayeska? - Yes. — I replied, the beating of my heart accelerating. He was the symbol of the bad boy that good girls shouldn't get involved. I've always been a good girl. And now I was handcuffed, vulnerable and at your mercy. But instead of fear, a sharp sting of warm expectation made me feel between my legs, making my clitoris pulsate with the desperate desire for that stranger's dick. Just tonight and I'd be satisfied, full of images to fill my fantasies for a long time. Then I'd go back to being an apprentice. To be a Dominatrix. I had a feeling that sex with that stranger would be an unforgettable experience. His hands passed over my body, when he slowly went towards my boots. I wish I was allowed to take off my boots, so I could feel your strong fingers touching me and massaging my muscles. When he reached the place where my boots ended and the skin of my white thighs were exposed, he lingered there, rubbing his fingers around the outer end of my boots. Then he moved up, finally touching my naked skin. On your knees, your face was on the level of my pussy. His look focused there and he put his hands on the back of my thighs, tightening my buttocks and pulled my mound closer to his face. "Yes, please, oh, please, lick me!" But he stopped, breathed deep and closed his eyes, then rested his forehead against my belly, tightening the pulps of my buttocks with his fingers, digging hard into my flesh as if he were trying to fight for control. He leaned over and passed the tip of his tongue against the heap of flesh covering my clitoris, so he firmly fixed his mouth there. I didn't realize I stopped breathing until I felt like I was short of air. Fighting for a breath, I could only whine when he moved his tongue like a serpent above the heap of my flesh. He devoured my flesh like he was starving for me. Desperately hungry, nibbling and licking all my moisture. Your voracious attack fueled the burning fire inside me, my legs were shaking softly, and if I wasn't handcuffed, I would have fallen. As if the feeling of your tongue smoothing and passing above my naked pussy wasn't erotic enough, seeing it just made me push my pelvis forward, eager to feel your hot tongue wandering all over my channel. I had no choice, no escape, I could only accept the relentless storm, generated by the licks in my sex. He separated my folds and licked their lengths down, so he stuck his tongue into my pussy. A low groan escaped from my lips and shuddered against his eager mouth. His tongue took me to nirvana, and I tried to get closer, roaring the climax that would surely produce loud enough screams to knock down the walls around me. Just a few more seconds and... He stopped and got up. The fresh air of the room hit my hot, wet cunt and I immediately felt empty without the heat of his tongue. My body shook when it hovered on the edge of orgasm. Confused, I looked at him. The relief passed me when he pressed his body against mine, reaching above me to close his fingers around my wrists. His dick was hard and hot steel when he slipped between my thighs, swinging it against the swollen and pulsating mountain between my legs. — Do you want to come? - He spoke, pressing his mouth on mine and letting me taste my own juices. When he walked away, I moved my head: — Yeah, you know I do. — Kiss me. I threw myself, leaning forward and found his mouth, and desperately wishing he'd come back down and finish what he started. He grabbed my wrists and pushed his erection between my legs until he burned my little grille. I wanted to beg him to stop, so beg him not to stop. Never. I just wanted this need, this torment to end. I must have groaned loudly, because he moved down on my face, caressing my cheek very tenderly, that I could have cried. So he smoothed his palm above my chest and hips. Gemi when he touched my sex with the palm of his hand and began to swing from side to side. I cried against his mouth, devouring his lips, savoring his own desire at the same time that I watered his hand with more moisture. My breasts touched your chest, my nipples clenched on sharp, sensitized ridges. All this going straight between my legs. And he moved his hand, controlling it completely. How could someone who didn't really know me know that I had such a conscience about his body? Did I send out some kind of signal? — Hold on and don't come until I say your voice excites me more and more. He held my buttocks with his free hand and pulled me against him, slipped two fingers on my pussy and began to give hard and fast stabs, inside and out of my soaked pussy. Part of me wanted to fight him, let him know I wasn't easy, that I wouldn't give him complete control. - I... can't. - I said, rubbing my teeth. I knew he wanted to dominate me, control me. I wanted this complete domination of myself, but at the same time, a part of me wanted to take control. Even if I couldn't help myself. When he pulled my hand, I mentally admitted defeat, knew he would do anything, anything to get that pleasure again. - Right. - I said in big breaths. - I'll do it. — Good girl. — He kept his gaze on my face when he plunged his fingers between the creamy folds of my rift, strangling hard, punishing with stabs that hurt and excited so much that I wanted to wrap my legs around his arm and force his whole hand into my pussy. The orgasm hovered. I could easily leave and he knew it, even if he kept tormenting me with his fingers. I had to stop myself. I had to hold on. This is what he was looking for. If I gave him what he was looking for, he'd give me my climax. — Do you want it now? - The severe whisper of your voice was like sex with the devil. I felt like I was giving up part of my soul for him. And I didn't mind that moment. I'd give him anything right now. — Yeah, I want this... Now. Please... Now. — Then come to me. Pour all the juice out of that cunt in my hand. Make your vaginal canal tighten my fingers, hard. Do it, Ayeska. Do it now. I'm telling you! You're mine! My slave! My body shuddered and leaned out of control. I danced and screamed, my pussy shaking and squeezing against his already, finger-deep, until I did exactly what he asked me to do, flooded his hand with my joy. I enjoyed every second, until that stranger removed his fingers and I hung there, weak, incapable. When I could finally lift my head, he was a few meters away, his arms crossed, his erection long and thick and his head purple. I knew then that what I had experienced was the beginning of something. The best was yet to come. AYESK # Copyright reserved. Its reproduction, total or partial, and its assignment to third parties are prohibited, except with formal permission from the author. Law 5988 of 1973#