alwayzron
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Kerin, although fictional in name, is factual in person. I met her via a classifieds ad. Besides her obvious physical beauty, I was awestruck by her intelligence and charisma. There is no doubt, that someday, you’ll read one of her novels, or will be vote for (or against?) her in a national election.
The bed creaked slightly as she climbed on top of me. The scarves, holding my wrists to the headboard, tightened from the weight of her body and I struggled to relieve some of the strain. Straddling my waist, she glowered at me.
“I’ll tell you when to talk, bitch”, she yelled as she slapped me.
My face stung and I’m certain her handprint was left on my cheek. My head swam in dizziness as I fought off the pain. Backing against me, she impaled herself onto my hard cock and we both yelped from the unexpected jolt of pleasure that surged through us.
The ad was a simple one: “Wanted: white submissive male willing to let me explore my Dominant side. Must be willing to be spanked and slapped.” The Barnes & Noble we chose to meet at was an equally simple location, but a good choice at that. At mid-afternoon, the place was neither busy nor deserted. I arrived early, hoping to catch a glimpse of this lady prior to our first meeting, but saw no one fitting her description. I walked around the block a few times, killing time, and as I reentered the bookstore, I stopped to let my eyes adjust from sunlight to artificial. She was sitting at a small table with a cup of coffee and a book. Striking! It was the only word I could find to describe her. Her blond hair, pinned up on the back of her head, stood in stark contrast to the black skirt, black shirt and black heels she wore. The glasses she wore as she read completed her impressive business demeanor and made for a very dominant appearance. I approached her nervously.
“Kerin?”, I asked. She replied with a smile.
We talked for at least an hour, mostly personal chit-chat concerning our pasts as well as some BDSM experiences and the expectations we had. I found her to be most captivating. A Political Science major in college, she had contacts with many national political figures and was currently free-lancing as a writer. I still have no doubt that great things lay in store for this unique and talented lady. In time she stated that her parking meter would soon expire and that we had two choices: She could drop another quarter into the meter or we could go to her apartment to talk more. I opted for choice number two and we left the store.
Her apartment was small - as most are in Southern California – but nice. Essentially a two-room apartment with the living room connected to a kitchenette. A small bathroom was visible in the hallway, as was another door that I would learn was the bedroom. She invited me in and I removed my shoes, as was customary with my southern upbringing.
Kerin explained that she had been a submissive in a previous relationship and wanted to experience life from the other side of the paddle. I couldn’t imagine her kneeling before anyone. She carried such an aura of authority and Dominance that it was impossible to think of her in any other role. Specifically, she sought a man that would allow her to slap him in the face. No problem, I thought at the time.
“I think we’ve gotten comfortable enough”, she stated finally. “I think it’s time for one of us to be a little uncomfortable”.
She directed me to stand and to undress, instructing me to remove and fold each piece of clothing neatly before placing them at my feet. I laid the last garment of clothing on the floor and stood naked before her. All submissives have their ‘favorite’ moments – those specific times during each scene when the adrenaline begins its initial onslaught. For some, it’s the first strike of a paddle or crop, for others it’s the initial contact between them and the Dominant. For me, this was the moment. There’s little in this world more submissive and vulnerable in feeling than being made to stand, or kneel, undressed in front of a clothed Dominant. And as I stood there now, I felt the welcomed rush of blood to my brain and the quickened breathing that accompanied my body’s ageless fight-or-flight mechanism. Although I would neither run nor fight, my body prepared for it just the same, adding to the initial anxiety and head-rush that I was feeling now.
Kerin stood and walked around me slowly like a shark inspecting its prey.
“I want you on your hands and knees”, she commanded. I readily obeyed.
Still walking around me, she ran her hand down my back, allowing it to rest momentarily at the base of my spine before slapping me hard on the ass with her bare hand. The sound reverberated off the walls and I worried that the neighbors would hear. Again, she slapped my ass, and again. I could feel the heat from her swats on my skin. Her emotions seemed to strengthen with each strike, like a hurricane gathering its forces. Giving free reign to her passion, she unleashed a torrent of slaps that left me wondering if she would ever tire. Seemingly satisfied with her efforts, she stood back to survey her handiwork.
Walking in front of me, she extended her left foot towards me and told me to remove her shoe. This I did, followed by her right shoe.
“Unbutton my blouse”, she directed.
I reached up from my position to do as told and was stopped by a hand to the face.
“Do not use your hands!”, she ordered. “You’re resourceful. Think of another way to do it”.
With my hands at my side, I took the button of her blouse into my mouth and started working it through the buttonhole, which was not as easy as I thought. I managed to get the first button undone and was working on the second when she pushed me away. With a look of impatience, she unbuttoned her blouse and cast it on her couch. Looking at me momentarily, she unzipped her skirt and added it to the couch as well. She stood now in front of me in a black bra and matching thong. Her impromptu strip tease was entrancing, and I was unable to suppress the ensuing erection that was now screaming for attention. Reaching out with her bare foot, she pressed against my hardened cock, pushing it painfully downward.
“Well”, she stated, “it looks like you’re not too uncomfortable after all, are you?”. I had no reply, somewhat embarrassed by my predicament.
Extending her left leg, she stated “I want you to start with my ankle and work your way up my leg until I tell you to stop”.
This was a submissive’s dream come true. Starting at her ankle, I kissed, licked and nibbled my way around her lower leg. As I worked my way higher, I lightly ran my tongue across the back of her knee - one of my favorite places –alternately licking and kissing her soft skin. At first contact of my tongue, Kerin drew her breath in sharply. Continuing to tease her, I slowly worked my mouth to the inside of her leg and began to caress her inner thigh with my lips.
There are times when submissives realize that it is they who are really in charge of a scene. And this was one of them. As I gently and teasingly applied kisses, licks, and soft breaths on her bare skin, I could tell she was responding positively. I unabashedly began teasing her, running my kisses close to her erogenous zones and then backing off. She slapped me across the face, realizing what I was doing.
“On your knees”, she ordered. I was beginning to wonder if she were really as inexperienced at this as she claimed to be. Her commands seem to belie the novice within her.
“Tell me”, she said amusingly, “which places on my leg were the most sensitive”?
I knelt there, momentarily, trying to decide what she wanted from me.
“Your ankle”, I said, “and the back of your knee”. I awaited her response for what seemed an eternity. Her reply came in the form of her hand across my face again.
“Where else?!?!” she demanded. I had no idea, and no answer, which resulted in another slap.
“The inside of my thigh!” she corrected.
By now, my face was stinging as equally as my ass and I knew why her ad stated that the sub must be willing to be slapped and spanked. These seemed to be two of her favorite pleasures, although I was seriously beginning to doubt that they were mine. Setting her eyes straight into mine, she extended her arm out towards me.
“Start at my wrist”, she commanded, “and start working your way up until I order you to stop”.
Again, I began my caresses, starting with each finger, then kissing her palm and working my way to her wrist. This time, I made a mental note of each location that elicited a response from her. Reaching the inside of her elbow – another favorite location – I began the same actions as for her knee. Finally, I made my way to the inside of her upper arm before she stopped me. Again she told me to name the sensitive locations of her arm. This time my answer was prepared in advance. Smiling, she nodded her approval.
“On your hands and knees”, she ordered. Walking behind me, she pushed me forward with her foot. Steering me towards the hallway, I tried as best I could to interpret her directions, but was unable to - each wrong response resulting in a sharp slap on the ass. I finally ended up on my knees at the foot of the bed.
Standing to the edge of the bed, she unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor. Sliding her panties off, she let them fall to the floor and crawled onto the bed. Propping herself up onto her arms, she looked at me between her feet.
“Now, I want you to use that talented mouth of yours and, starting with my feet, work your way to my neck”.
I couldn’t have been happier to oblige. She had skin softer than any I had felt, and a skin that was truly sweet to the taste. My tongue delighted in its contact and I set about my task in diligence. As I approached the inside of her thigh, I made mental notes as to which areas elicited which response. Completing one leg, I started on the other, and by the time I reached her pussy, my shoulders were aching from supporting myself. I contentedly fell onto the bed between her legs and gently, softly, reached out with my tongue to make initial contact with her sweetness. Shivers ran through both her body as I tasted the innocence of her treasure. Alternately, I would suck her lips into my mouth, running my tongue across their soft delicate folds while watching for her reactions. Moving to her clitoris, I couldn’t help but notice that her reactions lessened and I moved my attention back to her pussy, happy to see that she began responding once again. Content with my progress, I maintained the steady pace of my tongue and lips on her delicate flower. In time, I felt her hips push downward towards my mouth. With one hand she pulled my head into her pelvis and arched her back. I looked up to see her grasping the bed sheets with her other hand as an almost imperceptible squeal of half-human half-goddess pleasure heralded her climax. As her nipples hardened and a flush broke out across her chest, she screamed aloud in abandonment as she held my head in place.
As her orgasm subsided, she pushed me aside and climbed off the bed. Directing me to lie on the bed, she took two scarves from her closet and used them to tie my wrists to the bedposts. Straddling me, she put her hands on my chest to steady herself and began rubbing her torso across my stomach. The heat from her pussy burned my lower stomach and I found myself trying to lift my hips to her in response. Closing her eyes, she became lost in her lustful efforts. Her mouth parted slightly in a moan and she tilted her head just slightly to the left.
“You’re beautiful”, I told her, not sure if she would hear me through the fog of her lust.
“I’ll tell you when to talk, bitch”, she yelled, regaining her composure and slapping me. Resting against my stomach, she slapped me once more before rubbing her pelvis against my stomach once again. After a few minutes, she pushed herself backwards onto my hard cock. It was an unexpected sensation and we both cried out in pleasure as our flesh made contact. With her hands on my chest, she rode me, slowly at first, using me to pleasure herself. Throwing her head back, she cried out “ahhhhh!” as she shuddered in orgasm once more. Resting on me, I could feel her muscles contract around my still hard cock. Our bodies separated as she leaned forward to untie my wrists. Then, collapsing onto my chest, she snuggled against me. I held her. Her breathing slowed and her blond hair fell across my chest as she rested, leaving me to reflect again on who has power over whom in a Dom/sub relationship.
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