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1st Time Domme V
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1st Time Domme V 1st Time Domme V A long minute passed. She slowly came back to Earth her tingling body slack in her sated state. Her mind coming back into focus and she realized where she was, by the feel of her slave’s body under her. She had nearly lost consciousness, something she had never experienced before. The sweat covering her was cooling her overheated body adding to the shivers of the aftershocks of her climax. It felt as if she was humming, not with her vocal cords but with her entire body. She wasn’t sure how long she had been here; time had been warped by the events that had led to her collapse on top of her slave. Under any other circumstance she would feel obligated to gather her strength and make sure her partner was satisfied. Of course, her mind reasoned, if she felt this way the odds were, normally, her partner would be a sated a she. Her reanimated brain began to dwell on moving ahead. She had promised herself she would give this her best. To be her best she must remain focused on the present. There would be plenty of time for reflection later. She did take a few more seconds to savor the inner warmness of her fading bliss, smiling at the picture of her with a cock. She began to move and felt one last shiver of faint pleasure when her still sensitive nipples rubbed his chest. Putting her hands on the backs of her immobile slave’s thighs, they were still in the air and propelled her upper body off his. Pressing down with her arms, her weight spread him open wider and the dildo slipped in a little deeper. She didn’t know if it was the surprise of it or fear of a new assault that made her sissy moan under her. She smiled and looked down at him. His face wasn’t the twisted ball of emotions she had seen a few minutes before. He still wasn’t looking at her. His head turned to the side and his eyes shut. Considering her breasts were dangling in front of him it was something she had never encountered with a man before. They always looked. It could mean only one thing she had shamed him enough by deflowering him he couldn’t look at her. His disgrace fueled her growing sense of authority and superiority. She glanced down, interested to see her fake cock as she pulled it from his still snug opening. His newly stretched hole was pressing against the invader trying to reject it. She had tied anal before and hadn’t made it part of her regular sexual routine. Her reasoning was she enjoyed sex with normal penetration and oral why should she endure something unpleasant just to gain another avenue to glory? Now as she contemplated things she may have to change her thinking. She was certain she had heard a difference in the tone of her slut’s moans and cries when she had been pounding him vigorously. He may never admit it but she thought he was starting to enjoy being fucked before she exploded in her body wracking orgasm. She pulled her hips back and watched as the big dildo came sliding out of him. When it popped clear she saw his body flinch and heard a tiny muffled grunt. Amazingly his hole seemed to pucker back to its original tightness almost as if trying to bar any reentry by another trespasser. Her slimy cock bobbed in front of her like a real member just sprung from sodden pussy. She felt the snug fitting end rub her swollen and super sensitive clit. Not exactly what she wanted at the moment, it may be time to remove her new appendage so she could move without the distraction. She could always wear it another time to arouse herself with the novelty, another perk of power. She fumbled with the snaps holding the straps in place. Her fingers were not as nimble as usual, but then her entire body was still coming back to normal tingling as the heat receded inside her. After she had the device off and had set it aside on the lower corner of the bed she gazed at her slave and saw her target right away. His manhood and balls were right there begging for her attentions. A small crooked smile appeared on her face. She had played with her share of male parts. She had never had a free hand to do as she pleased, though. There were always bounds. Now she would make the rukes and it excited her. She had researched this aspect of domination along with many others. At first she had been somewhat appalled by some of the things she had seen. After watching more she began to see the parties involved were really getting what they desired from the rough play in the videos. She knew many porn videos were exaggerated with the over the top sounds and gyrations of the actors. In the videos of the cock and ball torments she had watched she saw the Dominatrix usually became aroused. The subjects of the tortures, though screaming begging and even crying outright always got hard. She began to become aroused herself and want to experience what was on the screen. Without warning she reached out with her right hand and made a circle of her thumb and forefinger. Just as she had seen done, in the videos, she flicked her forefinger snapping her nail into the underside of his drawn in sac. It was a light tap but brought a reaction anyway. Her slave jerked and his knees started to come together to protect his jewels, stopped only because he physically willed them to stay apart. She heard a small grunt of surprise and when she looked up saw his eyes were open and staring down over his stomach concerned to see what was coming next. Feeling playful, instead of giving him another stinging finger snap she held her fingers out over his drawn in sac. Smiling she touched the wrinkled skin with the lightest touch of her finger tips of her fore and middle fingers. Ever so slowly she traced her way from the base of his now twitching cock to the underside of his sac where it met his crotch. The feel of his wrinkled skin and the soft yielding nuggets under it were erotic. Her body may have recovered from her convulsive orgasm, but her senses were still on an elevated level. She felt every tremor and twitch under her finger tips as she played with her new toy. The tips of her fingers explored at will roaming from the base of his cock downward and around his balls. She watched his face change from concern and dread to a wary stillness. His uncertainty about her intentions amused her. There was no uncertainty in the twitching member above her fingers, it was growing longer and harder by the second. Seeing his physical reaction let her know he was still yearning for satisfaction. Her amusement turned into a smile. Things were going better than she could ever have expected. It wasn’t the fact she was causing a hard on, she had done that plenty of times. This was different in ways she would have been hard pressed to put into words. Part of the difference was always before; in her vanilla sex life things had followed expected norms. She would have a couple different options at this point, from her hand or mouth to her pussy. These efforts, which ever she chose, all ending with her partner ejaculating would be the usual. Here she had other options and was planning to find out if the end was as enjoyable as her prior sexual endeavors had been. If what had transpired so far was any indication she could expect to be pleasantly surprised. It was so much fun to keep him on edge wondering what she would do next. With a sudden movement she removed her playing fingers and positioned her hand under his jewels. Her palm was down and her thumb and forefinger formed a large letter “C” with the opening towards her objective. Sliding her palm along his crotch toward the base of his wrinkled sac she watched his face get as stiff as his cock. Feeling him squirm under her gave her a rush of power and made her change her view to where the action was. Her thumb and forefinger wrapped around either side of his melon sac where it connected to his crotch. She then pinched the ends of the two digits together capturing his balls inside the nearly closed circle. She squeezed them together until they looked like miniature footballs crammed in a sack. Then she pulled her hand up an inch or so stretching his sac out from his body. She studied them for a few seconds. Admiring her handiwork brought back the wicked Mistress smile. His manhood didn’t seem to mind the mild discomfort, yet, it was still in its angry and proud erect state. She looked back up at her slave’s face. He was staring wide eyes at his most precious pieces. His concern was evident. “Look at me,” She commanded sharply. Timidly his eyes rose from his pinched and stretched balls to his Mistress’s face. They were full of pleading. “These are now mine, understand slut?” The mocking in her voice dared him to object. She didn’t get the answer she presumed she would, instead she heard, “P-Please Mistress can I put my l-legs down? They are so tired.” His tone was full of the pleading she did expect. Keeping her grip with her right hand she raised her left. As she tapped the back of his thigh with the palm of her hand, she said’ “What’s the matter can’t my little sissy take it? She made a claw of her free hand and ran her fingernails down the length of the back of his thigh, leaving tiny red streaks in their wake. It had been a long time for him to be in the position he was and his arms and legs must be tired and stiff from lack of movement. It wasn’t really important for him to have his legs in the air. She decided to relent. Giving his balls a squeeze and a little tug, she said, “Since this is the first time I will allow it. But remember this, I will expect better in the future. Keep those knees apart. Sluts always have their legs apart.” Staring at him she saw his frowning face staring at her hand. Holding tightly to his balls she waited until he lowered his legs. Once he was flat on his back she pulled them up a little further. Using her left hand she tapped the trapped jewels with her fingers. They weren’t hard taps but they were enough to regain his complete attention. She knew because his body went rigid again. Looking up again she saw the imploring and frightened look in his eyes. It was as good as an aphrodisiac making her start to tingle again. “I asked if you understood I own these now.” She demanded. “Do you get it slut? I own ‘em and will do as I want with them.” She pulled them a little higher making him squeeze his ass cheeks together and raise them off the bed a fraction of an inch. The squeakiness in his voice was no surprise, considering his situation. “Yes Mistress, they are your balls.” She could have sworn his answer was followed by a tiny sob, but she wasn’t sure. Letting it slide, she began to run the fingernail of her forefinger around the tight skin that was pushing his miniature footballs together. He shivered up and down the entire length of his body. A small sound somewhere between a whimpering in distress and begging for more escaped him. She laughed and pressed a little harder with her fingernail. Doing as she pleased was almost intoxicating. Her inner heat reignited and she shivered along with her slave. Feeling playful and wanting to torment him. It wasn’t that she wasn’t torturing him now; she just wanted to test her wings, in a manner of speaking, and try a different tactic. She stopped scratching and gave the taunt skin a pinch and twist with her thumb and forefinger. Before his yelp of pain pealed across the room she had let go of his balls with her right hand and grabbed his pulsing pole. Chuckling as his eyes grew even wider she held the real cock as firmly as she had her fake one. Slowly she ran her hand up the shaft feeling the pumping veins under her hand. It was warm, almost hot, and throbbed in her hand to her amusement. Running her hand back down to the base she heard a sigh from her slave. He pushed his hips upward, uncontrollably, much the same as he had when she was pulling his balls. Her chuckle changed to a laugh. Abruptly she cut it off and roughly tanked his erect member. “You fucking slut. How dare you? Who the hell do you think you are, shoving that thing at me?” She forcefully wrenched her new cock to a ninety degree angle from his stomach so the head as sticking straight up a couple inches above her hand, making it an easy target. She lightly slapped it back and forth several times with her left hand. “You better be still and let me play with my cock. This isn’t for your pleasure, asshole. It’s for me. You want me to have fun with my cock don’t you? If you do that again you will make Mistress angry. Now lie still like a good slut and let me enjoy my cock. Since it sure isn’t any good for fucking I will just have to find other things to do with it.” He yelped again as the blows landed on the bare fleshy knob. It was easy to see he had heard her scathing comments. He cut off his cry, biting his lip and his body went as stiff as the cock she held. It may even have been more immobile than his member throbbing and twitching in her hand. Holding the palm of her left hand near the vulnerable mushroom shaped head, where it was in plain view, she stroked him again. He bit down harder on his lip but remained motionless. Leaning in closer she jacked her hand several time in succession. The heat it generated made her deep intimate heat rise another degree or two. His body though motionless quivered like a tuning fork as hestruggled to remain open and available to his Mistress. She thought she could actually see the pulsing of his cock head as she felt the shaft beating into the palm of her hand. As crazy as it sounded she would also swear it had grown even larger while she was holding it. It was exciting and she gave her toy a few more slow strokes. Her slave was back to his scrunched up face and lip biting. She could tell he was stuck sandwiched between his yearnings and the desire to please her. She loved it. This was so much more fun than just giving a guy a regular hand job. Just to see what he would do, she tightened her grip, squeezing the hard pulsing staff. She released the grip and tightened it again, she repeated the squeezing and releasing several times smiling as his hips began to rock from the rough treatment his cock was being given. She stopped when her grip was its tightest, “Now, now you little fucker, we’ve already talked about this. If I want you to act like a and wiggle or pump your ass I’ll tell you. I mean, you should be glad any woman even looks at this pathetic thing.” She gave a couple compressing pumps to keep him in his place. “It’s just sad, good thing you have a man pussy or you’d be totally worthless. Maybe we could find a horny mouse or rat or something. You know someplace where it would fit.” She laughed out loud, throwing her head back in a pure blast of the pleasures of power. She glared at him as if defying him to disagree. He was silent and unable to meet her gaze. He turned his scarlet face away a small whimper accompanying his<b> humiliation. </font></b>She was flowing again. Remembering the reaction to the head slaps she had another idea. The smile was becoming fixed in place. Sometimes a girl did stumble onto a real bargain. Holding her real cock firmly, but not squeezing too hard, she lightly placed the very tip of the fingernail of her left forefinger on the tip of the bare flesh of the head, next to the Cyclops eye. Glancing up she saw he had felt the feather touch on his super sensitive organ’s supervisor. His panic was stronger than his shame. He had turned his head back, not the whole way, but far enough he could see her finger. Keeping her touch a light as a snow flake falling gently to Earth she moved her fingernail over the naked flesh. She could see his thighs shiver and heard him moan. The most arousing thing was the twitching she felt under her hand. It was a certainty she was driving him to a point where it would not matter how much he wanted to obey her. His body would betray him. When his hips pumped, as his cock foretold, it would be an excellent excuse to punish and humiliate him. The wicked smile broadened. She ran her nail around the odd shaped appendage several times. The shivers in his thighs became quivers. Another moan, louder, filled the room. She began to feel the tight hollowness in her stomach and bit her own lower lip. She changed tactics and ran her fingernail over the lower rim of the head. It was all that was needed and more. His moan turned to a shout of surprise, even though she knew he was watching. It was a good thing she had an solid grip on her slave’s cock or the force of his hip thrust would torn it from her hand. His body reached an arched position, his shoulders and heels the only parts of him touching the bed. His hips were at least a half a foot from the pillow they had rested on. If you would have seen him from a profile view his body would have resembled a long bow drawn a far as possible by a medieval archer. Her reaction was to push downward with her cock filled right hand. Driving her knuckles into lower abdomen like a boxer throwing a jab, she cut off his shout of surprise. It changed to a painful whoosh as his hips were driven back to their original resting place. His cry of pain that followed was weak from his lack of breath. She let go of her toy. Glaring angrily she slapped the throbbing cock and then lowered her aim and slapped his balls for good measure. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Are you such a greedy slut you cannot follow the simplest order? You were told to stay still, weren’t you?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Her hand landed a series of slaps to his cock. It seemed to bob and dodge as it flipped and flopped with every blow. He cried out at the sudden pain. It wasn’t an unbearable but being the first he had experienced it was sufficient. The pins and needles coursing from his balls to his brain caused the involuntary reaction of him trying to bury his hips in the pillow and get his most precious parts away from the assault. “You see? See what you made me do. I just wanted to play a little bit with my little cock. No, no, you have to ruin things. What a fucking ! That was just a taste. Don’t anger me again. When I want my little worthless cock I will get it, understand? You are nothing but the thing holding my toy and I expect you to be still.” She gave him a disgusted look and one final slap to his balls. She waited a couple seconds until he settled back from her last blow to his jewels. Once her chastised underling was still and spread open for her to continue she grabbed his semi erect manhood. Keeping her eyes on his face she began a slow steady stroking. Her thumb and forefinger went all the way over the bump at the base of the head. It caused a shiver every time she touched the hypersensitive bare flesh. On the down stroke the side of her hand and little finger drove between the base of his quickly growing cock and his tight packed balls. Not every time but perhaps one out of three down strokes she used enough force to cause a grunt of discomfort. She saw his face changing. It became a mixture of hope, need and pleading desire. There were changes going on under her hand as well. Being responsible for a man’s hard cock never failed to arouse her, this time was no different. Feeling the pulsing member grow larger and harder to her ministrations had her flowing again. Knowing she was not going to do the normal thing and finish him off made her hotter. She, like many women, enjoyed bringing pleasure and loved the sight of cum shooting from an angry cock. The idea of controlling when a man was allowed to ejaculate excited her tremendously. Her body was humming when she felt him nearing the peak. Stopping her pumping the second she felt the increased pace of his throbbing and saw his hips start to palpitate. Constricting her grip on his pulsing pole until she saw him become still and heard a murmur of disappointment and frustration, she threw her head back, laughing as she rejoiced in her new found supremacy. What a rush, she could do as she pleased and he would accept it all for the privilege of being allowed to worship her. The pressure she applied worked in short order and his cock became semi stiff instead of the raging snake ready to spit its venom. His red face was the picture of dejection. His hopes dashed in an instant by the squeeze of her hand. She looked down and sure enough there was less cock sticking out of her hand. It had shrunk. She was discovering how to use her dominance over him. Every new revelation added to her confidence and she found she wanted more. She was beginning to crave control as much as her slave craved being used and humiliated. “I see you cannot control yourself. There is just too much slut in you.” She was squeezing and releasing her grip as she spoke, watching him. “When I want you to cum I’ll tell you. A worthless slave with a useless cock needs to learn his pleasure means nothing to anyone.” Her pumping kept up. She was squeezing his shaft tightly and to her surprise it started to rise again. She added her left hand by running the nails of her fore and middle fingers over the wrinkled skin of his sac. Continuing her verbal assault, something she had learned from the video research. Hearing a Dominatrix abuse a shaking and fearful slave had aroused her. Actually doling out a verbal battering had a magnified effect to just watching. Her body shivered with her arousal. It would be difficult to say which was rising faster her desire and confidence or his cock. Her slave was silent and struggling to remain unmoving. The contrasts of emotions he was experiencing were driving him toward another rug in the downward heading ladder of slavery. The mixture of pleasant teasing and harsh treatment to his manhood were taking him along a pathway the opposite direction of his new Mistress. She was growing in supremacy he was shrinking into submission. He became fully erect again. She could feel the pulsations of his arousal. The firmness of his shaft made it harder to squeeze. She smiled. This was rich. Her juices were flowing she decided it was time to make sure he understood how things were going to be. They had discussed many things, with him going so far as to pledge he would allow her complete control of his pleasure, or denial thereof. It was unspoken but implied the times he would be permitted any completion of his desires would be rare. She changed from the squeezing stimulation back to the tried and true method pumping her hand up and down the shaft of his very alert manhood. His breathing became fast and shallow as he started another climb up the hill of ecstasy. Hers was steadier and heavier because her lust was deeper. He was looking for release of built up tensions from weeks of thinking about exactly what was happening. She was looking for more than physical satisfaction. Her mind was taking over and telling her she was where she was meant to be. She was searching for the pinnacle of gratification, to be worshipped and obeyed without question. Keeping up the measured jacking of her hand she chuckled and said, “I think you’re pathetic. Why would I want to keep you as my slave? All you think about is your cock. Do you think I am doing this for your benefit? No asshole, I’m doing it to see if there is any hope for this thing you call a dick. I don’t think there is any, hope that is. It’s useless for anything but amusing me.” He was very close. So close his eyes screwed shut and his body started to stiffen as much as his cock. She had him right where she wanted him. Abruptly she stopped the pleasurable teasing. She pulled his cock to an upright angle from his stomach. With her left hand she delivered a series of stinging slaps to the upper part of the shaft and the head, sticking out above her hand. His reaction was instantaneous. He withered under her attack, crying out in a combination of surprise and pain. She felt the surge of pleasure she was denying him. For good measure, when she released his cock she slapped his balls a couple times causing more discomfort than pain, but serving to show him she could be cruel if she chose. He wouldn’t be squirting any man seed today. Looking at his pitiful appearance made her laugh again. It made her horny and in need of attention. What kind of attention, she wondered. There were so many possibilities. She was tingling just thinking about how she wanted him to please her next. |
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