My First Experiences

[Priapus]

I was in my third year at York University when I met Audrey. I was dating a girl named Gerri at the time and we had been fucking for about a month or so. I confessed to Gerri after a particularly heated bout of love making that I would love to spank her. She assumed that I meant a few polite little love taps on the bottom. She giggled and thought that would be fun. I knew she had misunderstood by the casual way she joked about my request. So, I brought out some magazines. These were my personal jerk-off collection. They showed women trussed up with their beautifully caned and stripped asses, their tear stained faces. I had been drawn to this type of porn since I first started to play with myself.

I would imagine their tight bottoms quivering under the strokes of my cane. I could hear them begging and crying. I would force them to commit sexual acts which were humiliating and degrading and I would become the complete Lord and Master of their wills. I would see how far I could push them. They were to surrender completely to my every depraved whim. I longed to spank them…to hurt them. I wanted to spank and torture their asses, their cunts, their sensitive tits. Leather, corsets, knots, school girl outfits, flitted through my masturbation fantasies. I longed to force a pretty and shy girl to perform for me with myself and others. If it was filthy..if it was humiliating…I wanted to make her do it. The more repulsive it was to her, the more I needed to bring it about. I had never tried to enact my darkest desires. But they were growing and festering within me. I had broken off three sexual relationships since coming to college because the sex was not satisfying for me. I decided that I would broach the subject with the next one and Audrey was my first attempt at doing so.

She leafed through the magazines in horror. “You are sick. She spewed.” I went into the kitchenette to grab a beer and heard her ranting as she dressed and she stormed out of the apartment. I felt somehow elated. I had expressed my desires and I felt superior to her in a strange way.

The next day was Saturday and I was going to rent some videos and do some reading and perhaps even get started on a history essay that was due Wednesday. I was surprised at ten o’clock in the morning by a knock on my door. There was a cute and petite girl standing awkwardly at the entrance to my flat. “You don’t know me. I…I’ve seen your picture …but…but I’ve never met.” She was looking down at her feet and taking quick furtive glances up at me. “I’m Gerri’s roommate. She…she came home last night in a terrible state. She was crying and ranting and told me all about you and your magazines and all. She was so angry.” Then she offered her hand in greeting. “My name is Audrey. I’d like…I’d like to meet you.”

I was trying to register everything that was going on. Did this mean what I thought it meant? I took her hand and pulled her into the apartment. She did not resist and I was emboldened and completely aroused by this. I stood her in the middle of the room then brought out a kitchen chair and placed it a few yards in front of her. I sat down and stared at her. She was looking down at her feet again. I had fantasized over a situation like this so often that I knew exactly what I would do. Could this possibly be happening I wondered?

“Did it excite you? What Gerri said?” I questioned her like a vice principal. She nodded her head. “I said, did it excite you?”

“Yes,” she said. “It excited me.”

Both of our faces were flushed: mine with arousal and hers with shame. I motioned for her to turn around and show herself to me. She was petite and had a lovely pert little ass which thrust out the back of her plaited skirt. Her nipples were erect and her breasts not large but definitely ample. Her hair was dark brown with blond streaks and highlights. Her eyes were a fascinating hazel color. She was all together delicious.

“Did you finger yourself thinking about it?” Here she turned crimson and just looked at her shoes. I thought I saw the slightest head nod. “DID YOU FINGER YOURSELF THINKING ABOUT IT?”

“Yes.” She blurted out. “I fingered myself.”

“You fingered what?” I prodded.

“I fingered my pussy thinking about you spanking me and using me.” She looked straight into my eyes as she said this.

“Your cunt. Tell me you fingered your cunt.”

She maintained eye contact. “I fingered fucked my cunt.” She lost her nerve at this and again returned her gaze to the floor.

“How long have you had these desires.” I was cold and meticulous in my questioning.

“Forever. Forever. I’ve always wanted to be spanked. To submit. To be forced...” She was close to tears as she made her revelation.

I held up my hand and stopped her in mid sentence. I stared at her for a long time and let her feel uncomfortable and uncertain. Then I went for it. If she complied, I knew I would soon be fulfilling my ultimate fantasy.

“Go into the bathroom and remove your panties. Then, get right back out here. Now.”

There was a fleeting hesitation then she scurried into the bathroom and returned almost instantly. She stood again in the center of the room and I motioned for her to approach me. Audrey walked slowly up to me and stood between my splayed knees.

TO BE CONTINUED