Me and my friend Debs part 2
I wrote this up for you all - and for me - and for my beloved over there in India now gnawing his nails dying to find out what we've been up to! Debs then added her comments in; I've italicised them.
She permitted me to stop typing. Phew.
*Well, it would have been unfair to make her keep going. Besides she's not a very well trained little sub - totally lacks self control. You wouldn't believe the number of times I had to reprimand her for forgetting that she was meant to be typing! This was strange for me, I'm a sub, I've always been a sub, but with her it was very different. Her body just begs to be hurt. I look at her with longing. Twenty-two years I've waited for this. I love her, I always have. I'm excited, sooo bloody excited,and I'm angry - she's made me wait a long time. And I'm frightened - for goodness sake I haven't been with a woman for twenty years, what if I don't satisfy her? What if this ends with her feeling nothing but distain for me? The mere thought of it makes me want to hurt her more. She has the most amazing body, I love the curves! The curve of her shoulder, the curve of those beautiful full and round breasts, the curve of her belly, and her hips. Her nipples are to die for, I have to fight to keep my lips and tongue and teeth off them, I could abuse those nipples for hours and hours. I want her and I want to hurt her and I want to collar her and have her on her knees at my feet begging me to take her. And suddenly I'm just swept away with the power and the desire. Is this how all those Dom men feel? She's naked, I'm fully dressed. Oh the joy!*
Then she tells me to stand, she stands beside me, stopping to suck, squeeze and then bite and twist hard on my nipples on the way up - oops, look, she's already bruised me. She reaches down to my pussy and runs her fingers aolng my lips, just gently, and smiles to find me so wet. My clit throbs for her. She pushes a finger inside me, then two, I move my hips to feel them deeper in me, my head is back my eyes closed in pleasure, my mouth grimacing in pain as she squeezes and then twists really hard on my nipple with her other hand - and I do mean really hard, God. She licks, nuzzles and then bits my neck, sucking. I can feel the bruising start there, too.
She pulls her fingers out of me, I whimper slightly, wanting more; she releases my nipple, and I I let my breath out in relief. She sits on my chair, and announces "Right, now we're going to practice those positions." Earlier, I had shown her a task I carried out for the Academy recently, which describes a series of positions that a submissive can take. I had printed out the list and descriptions for the task. She takes it up, and reads the first:
Nadu
I drop to my knees before her, legs spread wide, back arched, breasts thrust out, my hands resting palm up on my thighs.
"Mmmm, that's beautiful. Keep your breasts thrust out, show them to me, present them to me. That's better. How wide are your legs spread? Are they spread as far as you can, are they spread wide anough to hurt?" I strain to spread them wider for her. She gazes on me with great enjoyment, a hunger in her eyes for my body. "There, when you stretch you legs open. I can see your muscles flex, and a little dimple forms, just," she reaches down and over, touching the very top of my inner thigh,"There." I look down at myself, very aware of my body, from the position I hold for her, and from her close observation of me. I see my sinews stretched taught, and strain as I try to edge my legs a little wider. My pussy is totally exposed and she stares, captivated. She shakes herself and sits back up.
"Right. Next. Tower."
I close my knees, and sit straight, palms down. She passes me my glass of wine. "Dribble some down you." I take a sip, and gently let the dark red liquid fall from my mouth over my body, rivulets falling over my breasts, down my belly, across my thighs. "Aaah!" She can't resist that, and leaps over to me to lick the wine off. Her toungue flickers hungrily over me, she makes little moans of pleasure - so do I. She licks from the outside of my thighs, where it has trickled down to the carpet, up to my waist, to my breasts. My nipples are pulsing, partly from desire, partly from the sharp twists she was giving them earlier, and they are sticking out furiously. She wraps her beautiful mouth round one, and grasps the other between finger and thumb. She can't stay gentle long. Whilst sucking the wine from the one nipple, she starts to pull and pinch hard on the other. She pulls my breast up and away, I rise up gasping, following the pull of her fingers.
"Stay in position, slut!" Oh God. I've never been with a woman before, one to one, and here she is, Domming me. I love it. Where did this Domme appear from, in my little subby friend? I try to sink back to my knees, but the pull on my nipple is too much. She lets go suddenly, I flop downwards, she gets up and returns to her chair.
"Sula."
I lie down on my back, arms by my sides, palm upwards, my legs spread as wide as I can. My feet are just near the chair. She gasps.
"My word, yes, that is nice! Oh, wow that is really provocative. God, I like that one." She moves between my legs, and I say (temerity!) "The next one is Sula Ki. Like this."
I raise my hips up. "What's that supposed to be?"
"The submissive raises her hips to beckon and encourage sexual usage."
"Call those hips raised? Come on, lift them higher!"
"It's difficult with straight legs. May I bend my knees?"
"Hmph. A little."
I bend my legs slightly and thrust upwards, pushing my pussy towards her face. She puts a hand under me, lifting my buttocks up higher, and envelops me with her mouth. Her tongue flicks over my swollen clitoris, she sucks on me and then thrusts her tongue inside me. I push harder, and she reaches up her other hand to grab a nipple. It is already sore, but she pinches it hard as she licks me, again, the pleasure and the pain making me gasp and contort.
With a last flick of her tongue and vicious twist if my nipple, she drops me and regains her chair. She licks her lips, and smiles wickedly, taking up the paper again.
Bara
I turn over, my face down and turned to the left, my wrists crossed behind my back and my ankles crossed, ready for binding.
"Those wrists aren't ready for binding. Cross them properly. That's better."
She runs her hands over my back, through my hair, twining her fingers into it and pulling slightly. She trails her fingers down me, my every nerve tingling to her touch. She smoothes her hand across my buttocks, giving them a passing playful slap. Then another less playful.
We have a bit of a discussion about the next positions, and choose not to do some. I show her Ko-lar, going to the foot of her chair, where she sits, and kneeling with my back to her, my arms raised above my head, crossed, my head bowed, ready for collaring. I love the feel of this position and really wish I had a collar for her to put on me...
"High Lesha," she announces. I stand, my back still to her, arms crossed behind my back, my head turned to the left ready for the leash, my eyes lowered in respect.
"Hmmm, difficult to see if your eyes are properly lowered from here." She comes up behind me so that she is just touching me, menacing and provocative, moving slowly round to my left and staring at me, daring me to look at her. I hold my eyes down and can feel myself trembling slightly. She smiles, moves away.
"What's next. Bracelets."
I turn and kneel, and at this point she says "Oh sod this, I just want to get you in a position I like. Spread your knees and hold on to your ankles."
I spread, showing her my pussy again, and lean backwards to grab my ankles. My breasts are thrust out, flattening slightly against my body ("Oh no they weren't!" she says, reading this!). "Are you holding your ankles, slut?" I nod. She inserts a finger inside me again, I'm still wet, slithering. She smiles and leans over me, taking a breast in each hand and pushing them together hard. She takes both nipples into her mouth at once, sucking and nibbling, then biting, then sucking - God that is so fucking wonderful, I feel like I'm going to cum just from her doing that. I cry out with pleasure.
"Oh, do you like that, slutty? Is that good, little whore?"
"God, yes, that's bloody amazing, nobody's ever done that before!"
"What?!? Are you really telling me that there's not a single bloke who's ever sucked both your nipples at once?"
"Well, not that I can remember, no."
"God, have you been with the wrong men." She caresses and squeezes by breasts, taking each one into her whole hand and digging her fingers in hard. I scream slightly.
"Oh, did that hurt you, baby?" With a wicked grin. She squeezes again, then grabs both nipples and pinches, twists, pulls. They are getting very tender now, and she is really hurting me. It is fantastic.
"Up. Stand up now. I need a belt. Find me a belt, quickly."
I am so turned on now, I am slightly confused, dazed, and I fumble trying to take my best belt out of my jeans. "Hurry up!" she slaps my arse hard. I try not to shriek, she slaps me again, I drop the jeans, bend to pick them up, she slaps me again, harder. I manage to get the belt out, and pass it to her.
"Oh, you dirty little cow! You naughty, kinky little whore!"
She looks at the belt I give her with pleasure. It is about 1.5" wide, leather, with studs forming a diamond pattern, interspersed by larger jewelled pieces. It is very pretty. I swallow. Those studs start to take on a new meaning.
"I want you on the bed! You'd better make it, fast!" We're in the guest room, which has a futon. I pull the mattress out, struggling with it because it is very heavy, and just lay it out on the floor. I have to go and fetch bedding for it, she rants at me to hurry up. I bring in an undersheet, sheet and duvet, go back to fetch pillows. As I'm bending to put on the fitted sheets, she says,
"Um, hello, I see closed legs there, that's not good enough, come on, spread them. That's right. Wider. Yes. Now bend down and tuck in the sheet... yes, that's right..." her voice trails off as I bend down, legs wide, first at one end of the bed where she can see my tits swinging, my waist narrowing, the curve at the top of my arse; then at the other end, where my buttocks are presented spread before her as I bend, my pussy thrusting through, begging to be touched, fingered, licked, used.
"Get onto the bed, into Slaver's Kiss. Now. Quickly!"
I fall onto the bed on all fours, lower my head to the sheet and thrust my arse in the air as hard as I can, quivering with fear and excitement. She must be able to see me trembling. I feel rather than hear her move up behind me, hear the sound of the belt being run through her fingers, whisked in the air, she snaps it to make a sharp cracking sound and I jump. She laughs. Then she hits me. Not too hard at first, then sooths the smart, hits me again, harder. And again. I gasp and whimper, but don't want to cry out. She strokes my cheeks, just starting to feel the after sting. She hits me again, the leather of the belt making a wonderful loud smacking sound against my flesh. She is hitting harder each time, I jerk forward but keep my head down, have to bite my lips not to cry out. It feels so good. The pain.
"Say thank you."
"Mmm - I - what?"
She lashes the belt across me again, lower, on my upper thigh, and again on the other side.
"I said, say thank you."
I am finding it very hard to speak, I am way away, I mumble, lick my lips, my mouth dry and not under my control. I manage to squeeze the words out in a strained, pathetic little voice,
"Thank you!"
And she rewards me with a smack to my pussy.
"God, I really want to hurt you! You have a body that just cries out to be hurt!" Slapping the top of each cheek in turn, each hit is hard now."Oh, look at that arse! You are marking beautifully."
She suddenly grabs one buttock really viciously, digging her fingers into my soft flesh. She has stong hands and short but remarkably sharp nails.
"Oh, you are so going to have bruises tomorrow, you dirty little slut."
With one last flick of the belt just to remind me that she can, she moves away. "Just stay there. I just want to look at you for a while." I hear her lighting a cigarette, picking up her glass.
After a moment, she offers me a cigarette and a drink. She brings my glass and tobacco and papers over.
"See how good I am to you, baby? Yes, you can have a drink and a cigarette. No, don't sit up, I want you to keep that arse in the air for me. That's right, you have to hold position as much as you can."
I struggle to roll my cigarette. She kneels behind me and starts to lick me. I really cannot roll anything while she is doing that. I wiggle at her, and she slaps my arse, pulling away. "Come on, hurry up. Are you smoking yet? What's stopping you?" I fumble with the packet, trying to smooth some tobacco into the paper, as her mouth descends on my pussy again. Her tongue just circles my clit, teasing, refusing actually to touch it though it is aching for her to, I am aching to cum.
"I, I can't, please..." I whimper. She laughs and thrusts her tongue into my cunt, her chin pressing between my cheeks and making my anus twitch. I moan, giving up on the idea of trying to roll a cigarette, and relaxing my whole chest against the bed.
She stands up and sits back down again.
"I want you to get a vibrator and use it on yourself for me. You'd better find it really quick or you know what'll happen." I kneel up and look at her, slightly blank, befuddled again. She picks up the belt and I quickly open the cupboard and pull out the toy bag. I start to rummage through it desperately. I pull out the lingerie that is on top. I go through everything, but I can't find the vibrator. I know it's there. She comes and stands by me, watching me frantically pulling thigs out, my hands shaking. "Come on, can't you even find your vibrator, for God's sake? Are you trying to con me, slut? Hurry UP!"
"It's in here, I know it is, I'm sorry, I'm trying." At last I find it, mixed up in all the lingerie I'd discarded in the first place. I lie on the bed on my back, she sits back in the chair facing me. I spread my legs. "Suck it for me." I take the tip of the vibrator in my mouth, push it in slowly, keeping eye contact with her, and pull it slowly out. She breaths and clenches her thighs. I flick my tongue around the end of it, then push as much of it down my throat as I can, slowly, let it slip slowly back out again, my lips wet round it. Gently, I fuck my mouth with the vibrator.
"I want you to put some heating lube on. But not on your clit. Everywhere except your clit." I grapple in the bag again, find a tub, and dip my fingers in. I rub it over the vibrator. I turn the vibrator on, fairly low, and place its tip just at the opening to my vagina. I push gently and it slides in, there is no resistance, I am so wet anyway. And I am so horny. I push it in deep, moving it ini circles to get at all the different sensitive points inside me, and start to rub my clit with my other hand. I am throbbing desperately, I really really want to cum, but I just know that I am not supposed to.
She gasps and comes over to me, sinks to her knees between my thighs, takes the vibrator gently from me and starts to lick my pussy. This time, she is not teasing. This time, she intends to make me cum; and cum; and cum. She keeps the vibrator pushed inside me with her chin, and starts to circle my clit with her tongue, sucking, nibbling, finding the nub and flicking over it, flick, flick, flick. I start to tense over my whole body, pushing against her, feeling the vibrations running through me and in such need of her tongue, her mouth. I cum. She doesn't stop. I think I want a short break but she keeps going. I allow myself to relax back into it, she is delicate and forceful, fast, slow, soft, hard. I push myself up against her, raising my arse in the air to push her harder against me, yearning, enjoying. I cum again. She doesn't stop. I'm gasping, writhing, clutching at the pillows or the sheets, the cow isn't going to stop.
She pulls the vibrator partly out and starts to move it around so that it is pushing against my G spot, and rubbing and vibrating around the tender opening. I have never felt this sensation before, it is marvellous. She rubs my clit gently with her thumb, then slightly harder, the vibrator producing the most wonderful sensations in me. I cum again. She puts her mouth back down on me, no come on now, I don't think so, but she doesn't stop. I cum again. I don't actually know how many times she made me come (although afterwards she apologised for being out of practice and asked me if I had cum at all- I wasn't particularly articulate at the time but I'd just like to say to her now - DUUUH!!). When I eventually put my hands down to push her head away, she still didn't stop. She took the vibrator out, reached up and started to tweak my nipples really hard, really indcredibly hard, twisting and pulling them, I thought I was going to cum again just from her doing that, and then she leant down and put just the tip, what felt like the very pointed tip, of her tongue, right against the most sensitive bit of my clitoris.
Dear God. This was heaven.
Wonder what we'll do tonight?
*She might well wonder. Wasn't she paying attention?? I can't believe how much she's forgotten! Her arse is bruised from the spanking I gave her with a hairbrush. I don't see any mention of that for a start! Tonight the poor little sub is going to be severely punished, me thinks!*
