alwayzron
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I’ve yet to read one of these posts that wasn’t a castle in the sky encounter that left both Dom/Domme and submissive hanging on the edge of their world as the universe collapsed around them in climactic rapture. No one addresses the negative experiences that happen to him or her. Although I wrote this in a humorous light, it was based, again, on a true experience that illustrates what can happen when two inexperienced people – specifically the sub - meet.
I parked in the small parking lot and walked to the back of the apartment complex, tripping over cats in the process. As directed, I found the door with the light on above it and knocked. As the door opened, I came face to face with Miss Jeanine for the first time. Why is it that people never look like their pictures in person? The picture I had received was of a middle-aged lady with reddish-blond hair and a soft smile. What I faced now was a woman of about 60 with grayish hair and a face wrinkled from years of cigarette smoke –which was presently curling from her paper-thin lip-stick smeared lips. Her wrinkled breasts, shoved into her housecoat, pillowed out from beneath the fabric.
Now before you think I’m being cruel, I have to defend myself by saying that age, weight, and physical attractiveness are not priorities for me. I was introduced to my submissive side by a dominant who was neither small nor beautiful by most standards, but who had a beautiful heart – which is all that matters. Still, I do have my standards. And as the next two hours progressed, I would find myself violating all of them. Lesson #1 … don’t let being horny stand in the way of your better judgment.
She ushered me inside an apartment that reeked of cigarette smoke and stale coffee. Her raspy words were interspersed with a smoker’s hack that I feared would claim her life at any moment. Offering me her hand, I tried my best submissive kiss-on-the-hand maneuver and thanked her for inviting me over. As is often the case with initial meetings, we talked for a while. Had this meeting occurred in a public setting, as it should have, I would have been able to call it off. Miss Jeanine spent 15 minutes showing me her collection of toys and talking about her other submissives. She told me to undress and directed me to sit on the carpeting in front of her. Lesson #2 … always sit on a towel when you’re in someone else’s apartment. The unidentifiable crusty things in the threads of the carpet scratched my ass, and I tried to sit still as my mind imagined any number of microbes crawling on me.
Miss Jeanine’s reasons for becoming a Domme were simple. As she grew older, she found the nightclubs and bars less appealing. However, as she still enjoyed sex, being a Domme provided her with an ‘unending supply of cock’ – as she called it – waiting to prance through her panties. She went to great details to describe her subs. There was the middle-aged guy that had an 8” cock that was pencil thin (she demonstrated by forming a small circle with her thumb and finger). There was the Army ranger built like a tank, but with a 4” cock, and there was the married guy who wanted her to force him to suck cock. The list was endless, it seemed. One guy, she stated, showed up, and then left. “I guess I scared him”, she stated. “No”, I thought, “I guess he had more common sense than the rest of us”.
Miss Jeanine threw a handful of cock rings my way and instructed me to find one that fit. Next, she threw me a leash and instructed me to connect it to the cock ring. Ordering me to my feet, she blindfolded me, and then took the leash and began leading my through the apartment. I assumed that she was leading me into the bedroom – which was correct. Still leashed and blindfolded, she ordered me to my knees. I heard the bed groan under her weight. Ordering me up onto the bed, she handed me a bottle of orange scented body lotion – it was the only thing that smelled worse than the tobacco – and ordered me to massage her body. As I started with her feet, I had to wonder when the last time was that she’d had a pedicure. It was like massaging a horse’s hoof. Still … the trooper that I am … I hung in there. Of course, where was I going? She had me by the balls … well, by the cock leash, at least.
I continued massaging the lotion into her gelatinous skin, the whole time being pulled forward by the leash. As I reached her upper torso, I discovered that at some point during my transit, she’d removed her robe and was naked, except for her panties. Her tits felt like sand paper, I kid you not. But I kept rubbing them, hoping they would become softer. The only thing that stayed soft in that apartment that night wasn’t lying on the bed. Running my palms over where her nipples should have been, I discovered nothing. Later, when the blindfold came off, I saw that she had, basically, no nipples whatsoever. I was forced to lie when she held her drooping breasts up up for me to inspect and asked, “What do you think?” I didn’t tell her what I thought.
Rolling over, she ordered me to massage her back. Now, I enjoy giving massages. I enjoy the feel of warm skin under my hands. Warm skin! Her’s was not warm. As I rubbed her back, I was left with the impression that either she had Braille tattooed onto her back or she had a bad acne problem. It wasn’t Braille.
Finally, she pushed me to the foot of the bed and ordered me to remove her panties.
“Suck my pussy”, she ordered.
Now, I had no idea where that thing had been, nor what had been put in it over the years. Lesson #3 …. Never stick your lips in uncharted waters. But still …. I was a submissive … and submissives do as they’re told, right? So away I went. Surprisingly, her hygiene wasn’t as bad as I was worried it would be. Now, I’m no stranger to ‘doing the deed’, in fact, I consider myself gifted in that area. Most women I’ve pleasured have provided some manner of aural indication that all was going well. Miss Jeanine, I was beginning to fear, had turned into a mute. No noise … no motion … no indications. Just as I was thinking about stopping, she stated “Let me have one more orgasm”. One more? I wasn’t even aware that she’d had even one.
Ordering me to lie on the bed, she made the startling announcement that she ‘wanted cock”. Lesson #4 … if you shouldn’t put your mouth on it, don’t put anything else in it either. By now I was pretty bored with the whole situation and was thinking of reasons to leave. Elvis had already left the building, if you know what I mean, and try as she might, Miss Jeanine was unable to bring him back for an encore performance. Dissatisfied that she wasn’t going to ‘get cock’, she made the equally startling announcement that ‘someone was going to get cock’ that night. As there were only two people in the room at the time, and as Miss Jeanine was obviously not going to be the recipient of ‘cock’, I quickly determined who was.
Lesson #5 … Strap on fantasies are often just that. There are no shortages of ass-rape fantasies where young vixens and divas penetrate submissive studs, impaling them with 9-inch schlongs that were left unlubricated for ‘punishment’. Answer the clue phone people. Nothing 9-inch long will slide willingly into any orifice without adequate lubrication and patience. Miss Jeanine had provided me with neither adequate lubrication nor patience. Putting me into the ‘knee to chest’ position, as she called it, she prodded my ass roughly with her lubricated fingers – using her index finger first, and then index finger and middle finger.
As I knelt there, with my knees against my chest, Miss Jeanine fumbled with her strap on and harness. This truly was something I was wanting to experience, and was thinking the night might be salvaged after all. I was wrong.
Kneeling on the floor behind me, I felt Miss Jeanine spread my ass cheeks, followed by the cold feel of the head of the dildo. Pushing toward me, she kept trying to feed the head of the dildo into my ass, but with no luck. Using her fingers, she ‘primed the pump’ once again before trying the dildo anew. Finally, the head of the thing pushed into my ass and I thought I was going to die. The pain was excruciating. But … remember .. I was a good sub, and good subs don’t complain, don’t stop scenes, and always do as they’re told. I don’t think she managed to get much of the dildo into me. I couldn’t tell. After about 5 minutes of pushing into me, she stopped and pulled out. That pretty much was the end of the scene. I dressed, thanked her for her time, and lied again when she asked if I wanted to come back.
My ass was physically hurting as I drove home. Later, when I undressed, I discovered that I was bleeding – nothing major, but just enough to scare me. My novice mind panicked. How do you tell an ER doctor that an unlubricated horse-cock had been shoved into your ass? I showered and kept a warm compress on the area, which sounded like a good thing to do, but probably wasn’t. I learned some valuable lessons from this. As I shared this story with a friend/play-partner, she could only shake her head in amazement while scolding me for my foolishness. She was correct. Have fun … but be safe and, by all means, be sane!
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