NightNurse
07-26-2007, 09:38 PM
So I've decided to be brave and jump right in here.. Please don't be tooo hard on me because it really is my first time.. ;)
First Time
by NightNurse
My breath caught in my chest when he tied my hands behind my back. I don't know why it felt so unexpected. We had talked about it online for so long. I guess I thought the first time we met in person, everything would be casual. I almost giggled out loud when the word "vanilla" crossed my mind. I had never heard sex described as a flavor until I found the BDSM site where I met Michael.
We had chatted a little about our lives and daily frustrations. Our conversations then always turned to sex. He was so graphic and descriptive, telling me step by step what he was doing to me. He told me things that I had always fantasized about. Each time I had tried to block them from my mind. Surely there was something wrong with me for thinking such things. But here was a man who seemed to read my thoughts. He knew the things that had turned me on for so long, and introduced me to more. After a few months of talking online, I'd orgasm without even touching myself.
After tying my hands Michael kissed me. It was a long deep sensuous kiss like i'd never experienced before. When I breathed his name, he grabbed me hard, looked me in the eyes, and said,'You will address me as Sir is that understood?" His abrupt change in demeanor caught me off guard, and i just stared wide eyed at him. He repeated himself, louder this time, "You will address me as Sir. Is that understood?" I stammered, "Yes, i understand." He slapped me hard, and asked, "You understand what?" I felt the tears burning my eyes, not because the slap was so painful, and my left cheek was stinging, but because i was stunned and afraid now. What had i gotten myself into? I answered,"I understand, Sir." He took his thumb and lovingly wiped away the tears under my eyes. He said, "Good girl. You realize i have to punish you because i had to ask you twice?" The steely look in his eyes told me i needed to answer him. My voice shook with the words as my blood ran cold. I tried to calm myself by thinking of how exciting our conversations had been, and how i had craved his touch in real life for so long. But my mind wasn't cooperating. All i could think was I was now in a strangers house, and at his mercy.
Sir put his hands around my shoulders and led me down a hallway. The only light was from candles lit along the way. The opening into his dining room was separated by a post in the middle. He stopped me in front of it, then turned me to face the post with my forehead against it. He roughly grabbed my hair and pulled it to one side. Then he growled in my ear, "I thought i told you that i wanted to see your hair up. I'll have to just find a way to fix that myself." He proceeded to run his tongue across my neck and shoulders. The sensation immediately affected my entire body. The swipes of his tongue were leaving trails of electricity over me. The strokes were masterful. Quicker than a flick of lightening. Then slow and sensuous, swirling. I never knew where it would touch me next. It was almost as if he was carving his initials in me with his tongue.
Then, with his hand wrapped tightly in my hair, he jerked my head around to see the pair of scissors he held. The silver blades caught a flash of candlelight, and I saw his evil grin. "I told you I would take care of this myself." I could not believe this man was going to cut off my hair. The warm sensuous feelings of his tongue on my neck evaporated, as my blood once again ran cold. I heard the sharp noise of the scissors, and my head was throbbing because he was pulling my hair so tightly. Suddenly he let go and I felt my hands go free. He then held a red silk ribbon in front of my face. His deep laugh almost made my heart stop. He proceeded to pull my hair up again and wind it with the ribbon. I willingly had gone to him knowing what he was going to do to my body. I wasn't prepared for him to do it to my mind as well.
When he finished tightly winding my hair with the ribbon, he roughly turned me to face him. He reached to the dining room table and picked up a leather paddle. I hadn't paid attention to the items arranged on the table. Now, I didn't want to know what was there. He very lightly ran the smooth leather down the side of my face. He looked into my eyes as he did it. His face held no expression.He then said,"Get undressed." I didn't dare hesitate. I knew if I didn't undress myself, he would do it for me. My jeans slid off, but my hands shook so badly I didn't think I'd ever get my blouse unbuttoned. I was standing in my underwear when he said, "All of it." He never even saw the lace bra and panties i had so carefully picked out just for him. He just stared into my eyes as i took them off.
Then He gently put his arms around my waist and directed me to the table. The contrast between his roughness and the gentleness was very disconcerting. He bent me over the table and pushed my head down so that my left cheek was against it. The surface was cool on my skin that was still stinging from the slap.
He picked up some lengths of rope, tied them around my wrists, then tied them together under the table. He then bent down and tied my ankles to the legs of the table. I took a deep breath and thought about my situation. My body was stretched so that I could barely move anything. Even picking my head up off the table was difficult. I flinched when I heard the sound of the paddle striking something, along with his wicked laugh echoing in the room. He must have been hitting his leg with it to get my attention. It wasn't something he needed to do. My attention was fully his.
I don't really know how long this went on. I was a mixture of emotions. Terrified was the first that came to mind. I was determined not to cry, but I could feel the tears pooling under my cheek as they slid from my eyes. My body was shaking violently from the fear.
Then I felt it. The first strike.. and before I could process the burning in my mind- the second strike.
He stopped for what must've been only a second and then continued. The blows came faster and faster. I couldn't catch my breath, and now my buttocks were screaming in pain. He alternated each cheek, and before i could register the sensation in one he was striking the other. The heat started to envelope my entire body. Each stroke burned hotter than the last. It seemed to go on forever. Then he abruptly stopped. Never saying a word he started to run his hands down my back and over my swollen cheeks. So lightly and gently. Then his hand slid between my legs.
I heard him chuckle as he explored the wetness he found there. My body had betrayed me while I was trying to battle the feelings traveling through it. My tears had long since been replaced with beads of sweat. I even remember the fragrance. My perfume had long since disappeared. It was all me.
My eyes vaguely registered the items of torture he had so artfully arranged on the table above my head. My mind couldn't imagine what he would do to me next. I only knew I didn't want him to stop here.
I felt the weight of his body leaning over me as he put his mouth next to my ear. "I knew you would respond this way, my good little slut. Shall I continue?
This was all so tortuous. I knew that I shouldn't, but I couldn't resist. My voice sounded foreign to me as I managed to slowly say, "Yes, Sir..."
My rational thoughts were left behind, as my sanity quickly passed me by.
First Time
by NightNurse
My breath caught in my chest when he tied my hands behind my back. I don't know why it felt so unexpected. We had talked about it online for so long. I guess I thought the first time we met in person, everything would be casual. I almost giggled out loud when the word "vanilla" crossed my mind. I had never heard sex described as a flavor until I found the BDSM site where I met Michael.
We had chatted a little about our lives and daily frustrations. Our conversations then always turned to sex. He was so graphic and descriptive, telling me step by step what he was doing to me. He told me things that I had always fantasized about. Each time I had tried to block them from my mind. Surely there was something wrong with me for thinking such things. But here was a man who seemed to read my thoughts. He knew the things that had turned me on for so long, and introduced me to more. After a few months of talking online, I'd orgasm without even touching myself.
After tying my hands Michael kissed me. It was a long deep sensuous kiss like i'd never experienced before. When I breathed his name, he grabbed me hard, looked me in the eyes, and said,'You will address me as Sir is that understood?" His abrupt change in demeanor caught me off guard, and i just stared wide eyed at him. He repeated himself, louder this time, "You will address me as Sir. Is that understood?" I stammered, "Yes, i understand." He slapped me hard, and asked, "You understand what?" I felt the tears burning my eyes, not because the slap was so painful, and my left cheek was stinging, but because i was stunned and afraid now. What had i gotten myself into? I answered,"I understand, Sir." He took his thumb and lovingly wiped away the tears under my eyes. He said, "Good girl. You realize i have to punish you because i had to ask you twice?" The steely look in his eyes told me i needed to answer him. My voice shook with the words as my blood ran cold. I tried to calm myself by thinking of how exciting our conversations had been, and how i had craved his touch in real life for so long. But my mind wasn't cooperating. All i could think was I was now in a strangers house, and at his mercy.
Sir put his hands around my shoulders and led me down a hallway. The only light was from candles lit along the way. The opening into his dining room was separated by a post in the middle. He stopped me in front of it, then turned me to face the post with my forehead against it. He roughly grabbed my hair and pulled it to one side. Then he growled in my ear, "I thought i told you that i wanted to see your hair up. I'll have to just find a way to fix that myself." He proceeded to run his tongue across my neck and shoulders. The sensation immediately affected my entire body. The swipes of his tongue were leaving trails of electricity over me. The strokes were masterful. Quicker than a flick of lightening. Then slow and sensuous, swirling. I never knew where it would touch me next. It was almost as if he was carving his initials in me with his tongue.
Then, with his hand wrapped tightly in my hair, he jerked my head around to see the pair of scissors he held. The silver blades caught a flash of candlelight, and I saw his evil grin. "I told you I would take care of this myself." I could not believe this man was going to cut off my hair. The warm sensuous feelings of his tongue on my neck evaporated, as my blood once again ran cold. I heard the sharp noise of the scissors, and my head was throbbing because he was pulling my hair so tightly. Suddenly he let go and I felt my hands go free. He then held a red silk ribbon in front of my face. His deep laugh almost made my heart stop. He proceeded to pull my hair up again and wind it with the ribbon. I willingly had gone to him knowing what he was going to do to my body. I wasn't prepared for him to do it to my mind as well.
When he finished tightly winding my hair with the ribbon, he roughly turned me to face him. He reached to the dining room table and picked up a leather paddle. I hadn't paid attention to the items arranged on the table. Now, I didn't want to know what was there. He very lightly ran the smooth leather down the side of my face. He looked into my eyes as he did it. His face held no expression.He then said,"Get undressed." I didn't dare hesitate. I knew if I didn't undress myself, he would do it for me. My jeans slid off, but my hands shook so badly I didn't think I'd ever get my blouse unbuttoned. I was standing in my underwear when he said, "All of it." He never even saw the lace bra and panties i had so carefully picked out just for him. He just stared into my eyes as i took them off.
Then He gently put his arms around my waist and directed me to the table. The contrast between his roughness and the gentleness was very disconcerting. He bent me over the table and pushed my head down so that my left cheek was against it. The surface was cool on my skin that was still stinging from the slap.
He picked up some lengths of rope, tied them around my wrists, then tied them together under the table. He then bent down and tied my ankles to the legs of the table. I took a deep breath and thought about my situation. My body was stretched so that I could barely move anything. Even picking my head up off the table was difficult. I flinched when I heard the sound of the paddle striking something, along with his wicked laugh echoing in the room. He must have been hitting his leg with it to get my attention. It wasn't something he needed to do. My attention was fully his.
I don't really know how long this went on. I was a mixture of emotions. Terrified was the first that came to mind. I was determined not to cry, but I could feel the tears pooling under my cheek as they slid from my eyes. My body was shaking violently from the fear.
Then I felt it. The first strike.. and before I could process the burning in my mind- the second strike.
He stopped for what must've been only a second and then continued. The blows came faster and faster. I couldn't catch my breath, and now my buttocks were screaming in pain. He alternated each cheek, and before i could register the sensation in one he was striking the other. The heat started to envelope my entire body. Each stroke burned hotter than the last. It seemed to go on forever. Then he abruptly stopped. Never saying a word he started to run his hands down my back and over my swollen cheeks. So lightly and gently. Then his hand slid between my legs.
I heard him chuckle as he explored the wetness he found there. My body had betrayed me while I was trying to battle the feelings traveling through it. My tears had long since been replaced with beads of sweat. I even remember the fragrance. My perfume had long since disappeared. It was all me.
My eyes vaguely registered the items of torture he had so artfully arranged on the table above my head. My mind couldn't imagine what he would do to me next. I only knew I didn't want him to stop here.
I felt the weight of his body leaning over me as he put his mouth next to my ear. "I knew you would respond this way, my good little slut. Shall I continue?
This was all so tortuous. I knew that I shouldn't, but I couldn't resist. My voice sounded foreign to me as I managed to slowly say, "Yes, Sir..."
My rational thoughts were left behind, as my sanity quickly passed me by.