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my first time (part 2)

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. I was shocked and felt total anger at both hubby and D, but when he was discussing it with me I soon thought that it was more of a sexual adventure he wanted than to tie me up and beat the living daylights out of me, so reluctantly I kind of fell into it more than agreeing.
Shortly after discussing it with me he advised me that before he would take control of me that I would require to be fully inspected and that he did this with all females who he became Master of. Now that was the first time he had used the word Master and it sort of struck home and sent a real shiver down my spine. Anyway he had me stand in front of him legs apart and my hands on my head. He then proceeded to check every part of me, my mouth my breasts, my bottom and my pussy. I had been warned that I was to say nothing unless specifically asked, he seemed as if he was weighing my breasts, taking great delight in toying with my nipple ring and pulling and twisting it, through which I was making little moaning sounds which didn’t go undetected by either him or hubby. He did the same when he reached my clit and by this time I was really soaking and moaning every time he touched it. I was then instructed to turn around and get on my hands and knees with my ‘head down and bottom high’, I felt sure he was going to fuck me, but instead I felt one then two fingers inserted in my pussy. Now although I have children I was sectioned on each occasion, so my pussy is fairly tight, and this was noted by D. I then felt his fingers really delving inside me and I was pushing back against them and beginning to strive for that big release, when all of a sudden he slapped my bottom very hard and withdrew his fingers at the same time. This did make me cry out and he seemed pleased that he had got a response from me, so much so that he remarked to hubby ‘see she’s beginning to submit, she wants me to keep fingering her now’ he was laughing at this but I was terrified he would ask me because yes I was beginning to want it. I went to get up just after this but he pushed my head back down and said ‘your inspection isn’t over girl’, then I felt his fingers inside my pussy for a brief second and then he was rubbing my juices along the crack of my bottom, I tried to clench my bum cheeks together tightly and received a few slaps for doing so and then when I relaxed them I felt his finger pushing into my bottom, then he used another 2 fingers in my pussy and started fingering me in both holes, gawd I was so close to cumming, but he must have sensed it and withdrew them just at the point where I wanted them most. I was panting and moaning and hoping that hed finish me off, but no he didn’t. he instructed me that I was now to be shaven and for the period of time I was under his ‘guidance’ I would remain completely bald and smooth.
So there I am desperate to cum and he has me on my back and has sent hubby to get the razor and foam to shave me. By this time im extremely horny and desperate for him to touch me and fuck me even, but no he shaved me and then told hubby to hold my arms above my head. Only then did I see his cock, he deliberately took it out and stroked it in front of my face, and from the sight of it it was a bit bigger than hubby’s 2” to be exact now coz ive measured it lol. It looked more menacing than hubby’s though, whether that was the colour or not im not 100% sure. He then asked how horny I was and whether I was ready to be fucked good and hard, to which I almost screamed out yes. I tried to lift my face up and get it close to my mouth but D was completely in control and told me that ‘all good things come to those who wait’. He then put it back in his trousers, told hubby to keep my hands held and then traced his fingers from my neck all the way down to my newly shaven pussy. He was teasing me and he knew it, I must have been held there for well over an hour while he fingered my pussy, my bottom but every time stopping just as I was ready to go through the roof. Eventually he told me ‘you are allowed to come, but from now on just remember how much teasing I can do’, with that he told hubby to sit on my arms and pull my legs right back and up and get them as wide as possible. When I was in this position he put a cushion under my back and then proceeded to see saw his fingers in and out of my pussy and bottom. Gawd I thought I was going to die, then I began to feel it building again but at the same time was terrified hed pull them out and leave me high and dry again, but not this time he went for it, and made sure I knew he was in charge and said ‘just as you know you are going to cum I want you to ask your Master if you can cum. At that point I think id have agreed to anything and before long I was pleading ‘please Master may I cum for you’ it became more of a desperation thing on my part and then he agreed and really pushed his fingers in so deep, I felt my orgasm coming and my legs started to shake, just at that point he took his finger out my bottom and grasped my clit roughly, squeezing it and twisting it, gawd I was coming so hard when he did that, my bottom was virtually bouncing off the floor, I was gasping and moaning uncontrollably, and then he got his fingers right at the back of my clit and pushed it out and spanked it violently. I wasn’t caring, the spanking of my clit seemed to send shock waves through me and although it was painful I didn’t want him to stop. I came a few times more within that space of time, each time he would either pull or spank my clit or grab my nipples, each time though he treated them roughly, possibly to ensure I knew that he was doing with me as he wanted, but at the end of it I was totally exhausted, my nipples felt as if they were on fire and my clit was throbbing with all the twisting, pulling and spanking it had received. He didn’t fuck me that night nor did I get to play with him, he made it clear he was using me as he seemed fit and that the more I waited for his cock the more submissive to him I would become.
We ended the night with me giving him a goodnight kiss at our front door, still naked with my heels on, and he said he would let hubby know when he was coming round to continue my learning.
Comments welcome, and there is a lot more to come after this. Hope it wasn’t too long for you guys but I have to describe my feelings etc. ive onclosed a pic fo me in the dress that i had on that night
 
thanks guys i'll get round shortly to letting you know of D's next visit. Meantime here's the pic i forgot to post at end of my true story
 

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hi guys i tried to upload my next meeting with my Master but it says it's too big a file, can anyone help. W x x
 
my 2nd meeting (1)

I waited a whole week for D’s return to continue my ‘guidance’, each night when hubby returned from work I’d be desperate to know if D had said anything or mentioned when he’d be round. I’m not sure if it was because he didn’t fuck me or what but I was beginning to wonder whether that one night had been just that, and purely set up by hubby with no more. So come the end of the next week I’d resorted to my usual ‘old self’ again and a little anger at being used had set in. So when hubby said to me on Friday night that D was phoning later it was met with a couldn’t care less response from me.
But D did call later, only to tell me he would be over the following evening and I was to be ‘prepared and ready’ for him, I was to have a bath, be shaved and as smooth as was possible, I was to dress as he ordered, and he would phone on his way over tomorrow night with specific instructions for my dress.
Well Saturday passed as normally as possible, the kids were off to gran’s, I’d had my bath and hubby had shaved me, the phone rang just before 7 and D gave me my orders ‘black stockings, suspender belt, high heels and nothing else. I was also to greet him at my door dressed as he said, lead him into my living room and then take up the position of ‘face down, bottom high’
I must admit hearing his voice and his instructions did give me goosebumps, but also I felt a little anger at him not contacting or even mentioning anything to hubby for over a week.
Half an hour later and regardless of the anger, I was face down with my bottom raised for him, but he didn’t touch me, instead he waited till I was in that position and then sat and started chatting to hubby. I knew I was totally on display to him and was made to further realise this when he ordered me to ‘spread the legs girl’, up until then my legs had been tight together but I meekly did as told and soon they were opened and I knew full well my wet pussy was there for all to see. But still nothing happened, he didn’t touch me or even let on that I was knelt like a dog waiting. Instead he continued to talk to hubby telling him of the things he had planned for me, how I would do things for him that I would never even contemplate for my own husband, and how those things if not ‘freely given’ can be ‘****** out of me’. In between the chat with hubby D’s voice would change and I knew the orders of ‘stick it out’ ‘tighten up’ were directed at me. I knew I was acting totally alien to hubby when I obeyed these orders but hearing him describe his various methods of ‘forcing other women’ and the punishment he gave them made me do it for fear of displeasing him.
I don’t know how long I was face down, but my knees were beginning to hurt, my breasts were squashed to the floor and my mind was trying to take in every little piece of conversation. Then I heard ‘you’re dripping girl’ and before I could even turn my mind to think of it I received a very sharp slap right between my legs. I never even heard him move, but he caught me square on my pussy and my legs clamped shut automatically as tears built up in my eyes. ‘Spread them’ were the only words he uttered. I didn’t know what to do I thought he was going to fuck me and here I was terrified to open my legs incase he spanked me again. God my mind was in a turmoil, I was seriously beginning to question myself and wanted him out my house. Whilst I was in the midst of plucking up the courage to tell him to virtually piss off he said ‘wendy you have had 1 minute to obey an order, by refusing you leave me no option but to punish you. This should remind you in future that I will not tolerate disobedience, now stand up, hands on head, legs spread and stick that cunt out!’
I was so shocked at his language, the use of the word ‘cunt’ hubby had never used that word in his life to me, and regardless of what some other women may say, I did not start dripping at hearing him use it. I was livid, if I had been a man I would have punched him. I really was at the stage of pure evil hatred towards this arrogant person (for want of a better word). I hadn’t managed to stand up as yet with all the things going through my head, and he noted the time it even took me to kneel upright, so much so that he came over grabbed both my nipples, so hard that when he started pulling them upwards I scurried to get on my feet. I grabbed at his wrists trying to ease the pain, only to be told that if I struggled or fought him it would get worse. God how much worse could it get, I was in agony the pain was searing through my nipples and still he wouldn’t release his grip on them. Through the anger and a thousand other emotions in my mind I could not plead or beg for him to stop, but just kept saying get your hands off me. I was past caring by now all I wanted was for him to get his hands off me and get to f*** out of my house. He must have held me there for what seemed like an eternity, each time he’d move his hands up or down id try desperately to follow his fingers, twisting on my toes and my whole body squirming and turning as he directed my movements. On more than one occasion I thought I glanced hubby rubbing his crotch as his wife was manhandled, tortured (coz believe me it was torture) totally humiliated and treated as nothing more than a piece of flesh, this is not how id imagined things would go and apart from the anger at how I was being treated, there was now another addition, hubby was seemingly getting pleasure out of my situation and not once had he said anything that gave me the impression he would step in and save me. I was brought back to reality by D saying ‘im going to let your nipples go and you will place yourself over your table with your feet on the floor and wait like a good girl for your punishment’ then he let my nipples go and oh my god the pain with the rush of blood back to them, my hands immediately went to rub them, but before I could he had them between his fingers again, twisting and pulling them, tears were streaming down my face but I wouldn’t give in and cry out. He then told me he expected me to do as I was told immediately not when I decided, and told me again that he was going to free my nipples and he expected me o do as he ordered. I virtually ran to the table when he let me go and placed myself as he had said, the cold of the table at least was easing the burning sensation in my nipples.
 
my 2nd meeting (2)

I heard him say something to hubby and then I heard the living room door open, I quickly turned my head and could only see hubby sitting in the chair rubbing his crotch. ‘D’s away to his car for some things’ hubby said ‘but I’ve to tell him if you move, so better turn round and stay still darling’. Darling, aye right, the words cut through me, how could he call me darling, he was enjoying this and probably even more so because I could never be submissive towards him. I tried to tell hubby that I wasn’t happy with all this and wanted it to stop, now! Just when I thought there might be a glimmer of hope with hubby, I heard the outside door close and turned back, hoping hubby wouldn’t tell him anything.
‘Legs wider girl’, were the first words I heard after D came back. I moved them reluctantly, but soon felt his hands at my ankles as he pulled them wider still. ‘I’m using a spreader bar on your legs to keep them open and I shall tie you so you can’t get away before I punish you’ with that the bar was on my legs and I felt a kind of rope going round my thighs. Very soon I was unable to move the bottom half of my body, my legs were tied to the table legs and kept wide open with this bar. Then he came round in front of me holding more rope, which he used to bind my hands together. Once he had done this he told me to raise myself up on my hands, quite difficult to do when they were tied together but somehow I managed it. When the top part of my body was raised a bit he produced what I can only describe as very fine chord and proceeded to thread it through my nipple ring, this he pulled tight and tied it to a table leg, he then repeated this so there were 2 pieces of chord through my nipple ring, 1 tied to the right hand of the table leg and 1 to the left side. Next I was told to lay flat, he pulled my arms right out in front of me and attached another rope which he then took underneath the table and tied to the bar between my legs. I was terrified at this point, totally unable to move and tied in a most unladylike manner, but he wasn’t finished, he went to each side of the table and tightened the chords holding my nipple ring.
‘Now wendy, I thought it would be easier to tie you so I can save you the trouble of struggling when I punish you, you might even begin to like it’, this last part was said with a kind of sarcasm, but deep in my mind I had resolved myself that no matter what he did to me, I was going to hate it, and hate him even more if that was possible.
He had no idea of how much I hated him, and then I felt a finger tracing up my thighs, oh my god all through this I’d been too preoccupied with the pain and being tied that only now did I start to realise that my pussy was soaking, a fact that didn’t go unnoticed ‘you’re cunt’s dripping again girl’ he said as he took my clit in his fingers and began to massage it gently. My head was spinning, I could love this if I didn’t feel so much anger and hatred towards him I thought to myself. I tried to think of all the terrible things he’d put me through but the overpowering feeling was to let my mind sink into the wonderful things he was doing to me. He was sliding a finger in and out of me and rubbing my clit at the same time. Yes had I not been tied I would probably have tried to push him away but possibly because I wouldn’t have wanted him to know how much turned on I was becoming. As it was he could feel how wet I was, could hear my breathing, could probably see my bottom tightening as he toyed with my clit and invaded me with his fingers. This was heaven and hell in one, if he kept going I was going to come, I wanted to come so I could clear my mind and get back to reality and let him know my true feelings. He seemed to sense how close I was and started talking slowly and softly to me, telling me this is what happens to good girls, then reminding me I had been bad and would I take my punishment. He was playing not only with my body but my mind, I was trying to shake my head, but that put strain on the chords at my nipple ring. God this was pure evil torture, but down below it was bliss and he knew it. Then he stopped, leaving me panting, mind doing somersaults, and much as I hate to admit it even now, my pussy was wanting his fingers back there. That soon changed when I felt his hand right across my bottom, I jerked from the pure shock of it, but only proceeded to cause myself more pain from the chords that pulled on my nipple ring. There wasn’t one part of my body I could move, my legs were strapped tightly to the table and trying to move my arms only meant I was moving my chest which was in turn pulling on the chords. Not only was D punishing me I was torturing myself, but he continued to spank my bottom knowing full well I tried to jerk at each slap that fell. I don’t know how many times he slapped it, but there was a short delay at some point, the next one that fell made such a cracking sound that it rang in my ears, it didn’t feel like his hand, but god it hurt. I got 3 more of these before I seen what it was, some sort of leather heart shaped ‘paddle’ with a purple heart right in the middle of it made from some sort of ‘furry’ material. D took great delight in showing me it and telling me that for the moment ‘another 6 and it will all be over’. I didn’t know what hurt the most, my nipple, my bottom, or just my pride. It was definitely the leather side he was using, I was sure of that. The first 4 of the 6 were slightly less than the others I had, but when he gave me the 5th I nearly ripped my nipple ring out, the shock of the pain made me forget my nipple ring was tied and I jerked so hard that I must have raised myself up off the table about 6 inches, not only that but I knew I had let out a scream, my breath was coming in very short gasps, I think had my legs not been strapped to the table they might have given way under me, and by this time tears were rolling down my cheeks and landing all over the table. ‘only 1 to go girl’ D said as he rubbed my bottom, I’m sure he said ‘let’s hope we have to do this again sometime’ but at that particular point he could have said anything and my mind wouldn’t have understood it. Then came the last 1, he made me wait and wait while he rubbed my bottom, stopping now and again, each time letting me think this was the last one, but no he would return to rubbing me, then stop, rub me again, and so on, and then I felt it, now regardless of what anyone says, when you know you are tied etc like I was, you would think that you’d know not to try and raise yourself up but trust me when you are hit with that blinding pain there isn’t anything you can do to stop yourself. Yes I admit it I screamed, I cried, I was exhausted, I felt like you feel when you have those flu symptoms and every bit of your body has lost its energy and just wants to give up. The muscles in my arms ached from the tight way they were pulled out in front of me, my legs were trembling, my nipple felt ten times worse than it did when it was pierced (and that was agony) and my bottom, I couldn’t even begin to tell you how it felt, there aren’t words to describe the pain, agony that was coming from my cheeks.
I don’t know how long I was laid there after that last one, nor what D was doing in between times, I do know I was whimpering and quietly sobbing so hopefully him and hubby wouldn’t hear me, then I felt his fingers at my pussy again, rubbing and squeezing my clit. How the hell could I be absolutely soaking, probably the wettest I’ve been in my life after what he’s just did to me, I thought. Didn’t have much time to contemplate this because I could feel the head of his cock pushing at me, he didn’t take his time he simply rammed it in and began fucking me, that’s the only way I can put it he fucked me, pounded me if you like as if there was no tomorrow, each thrust made my body move forward across the table, tightening the chords on my nipple ring, the pain was virtually unbearable, and even although I was still making screams, they were more like guttural animal grunts I think as he used me. I can’t say it was gentle or loving or anything along those lines, but oh my god my mind was now on a different planet, I was loving this part of it. Then I could feel it rising in me, I knew I was going to come, and then my world crashed round about me, I was telling him not to stop, after all he’d done to me, the pain the punishment, I should have been like an ice queen (didn’t think that at the time it was only afterwards when hubby and I talked about it all that these thoughts came into my mind). He didn’t stop, thank god he pounded my pussy even harder, long deep thrusts, the pain in my nipple was a second thought on my mind as I came all over his cock, my body trembled virtually from head to toe, my pussy was trying to tighten itself around him, and yet he still pounded me, relentlessly. He fucked me for at least an hour, god what stamina, I came 3 times more, each time my body became more and more spent of what little energy I had left.
My pussy was beginning to feel a little tender, my bottom still felt on fire, and my nipple ached like nobody can tell. Then I felt him grab my cheeks, I heard his breathing change and he growled as he shot it right in and up me. I thought he was trying to get his balls in too he was pushing that hard against me, grinding into me, I could feel his softening cock twitching inside me, then it stopped. He was finished with me and let me know it because he didn’t even speak to me, I heard him saying to hubby ‘untie her use some cream on her ass and nipples and ill be round during the week’. With that he left, I was raging, had hubby untied me before he got to his car I would have thrown something at him. But needless to say I didn’t, hubby untied me bathed me and soothed my bottom and nipple with cream.
 
footnote to my 2nd meeting

Yes hubby and I did have sex that evening too, the loving sex I’m more used to, but although it was and still is great my mind kept jumping to the way I’d been used and the humiliation I’d experienced. Hubby talked to me about all the things that had happened etc and I found myself getting turned on as he recounted everything. I knew I shouldn’t get aroused by what had happened but I couldn’t help it.
More to come guys if you wish. I had 7 months of Master D, using and guiding me.

Wendy x x
 

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a little fill me in on events (true story)

During the 7months of my ‘training/guidance’ under Master D, various things happened which were at that time milestones for me, these are the things I will post from now on to let you see and hopefully understand how I came to be as submissive as I now am.
D continued to visit us at least once a week, sometimes twice, and most of these times I was dressed to his requirements. I always greeted him at our door, dressed as ordered, then I had to adopt the required position, either kneeling face down, standing in a corner hands on my head and legs apart, on my back with my legs and arms tied, or tied across my table as described when he first fucked me. Regardless of what position I was in each one of them left me totally ******* and trust me being like that when D was just sitting there chatting with hubby humiliated me more than you could imagine. The things hubby and D discussed totally horrified me and set alarm bells ringing in my head, things like having a little office party in the sub’s home, ordering in a take away and making me answer the door, D asked hubby if his boss would give him a rise if the little sub was a good girl. That sent shock waves through me, because hubby’s boss had before had a little grope at me on a previous night out, I’d told hubby about it but because it was just a drunken fumble and all he did was really feel my stocking tops through my dress and tell me id great tits then hubby and I laughed it off. His boss did phone and apologise a couple of days later so all in all hubby and I felt there was no harm done. Imagine how I felt when hubby told D all this, adding in things like, he keeps asking if her tits are still as big, does she always wear stockings etc etc.
Anyways this is just a little post to fill you in on things that happened, which I would say weren’t anything major, D always made me come no matter when he seen me, he didn’t always fuck me, I didn’t have to suck him off each time he was there, but looking back on it now I can’t remember a time when he didn’t either slap my breasts, my bottom or as was becoming his favourite slap me directly on my clit. He made it known he loved the way my body jerked and my tits bounced when he did it, I’m not surprised he always seemed to catch me unawares and it always seemed to be so much harder and intense than if he slapped me anywhere else. Maybe the fact that I was now always shaven and he’d work my clit and it would be standing right out when he slapped it made it even worse, but gawd it made my head spin no matter when he did it.
Okay guys this is just a little fill me in, you’re comments are always welcome. If you want me to e-mail you what I’ve written so far then leave me your e-mail addy and I’ll send it in a word document.
I’ll be posting my next part shortly, this is when I first visited D at his hotel room.

Wendy x x
 
ive written my next part of my true story but its a little long to post, anyone wants to read it then send me a message with your e-mail addy and ill forward it to you

wendy x x
 
I wish; I wish!!! Please continue, as soon as practical. Thanks.
 
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Very, very hot Miss Wendy, hope to hear, and see more
 

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