My First Time Being Dominated

I was still young, still in my teens for another few months, and had barely had any sexual experience at all.
I mean, I had lost my virginity, and done it perhaps 1 or 2 more times, but that was all.
I was hanging out a local bar, back in the days when it was 18 and older, sitting by myself when a man walked over to me, holding a cocktail in each hand.
Mind if I join you? he asked, offering me a smile along with the drink.
Sure, I said, noncommittally, unsure but not about to turn down a free drink.
He set the glass in front me, then his own as he seated himself comfortably in the booth I had occupied alone.
We chatted amiably for a few minutes, sipping the drinks, the alcohol loosening my tongue.
I don't remember everything I told him, but I know I revealed more than I ever had with anyone else, my desires, even the ones I held deep inside me and barely admitted even to myself.
When both our glasses were empty, he leaned forward intently, Want to get out of here and go have some real fun?
I nodded almost unconsciously, all my inhibitions seeming to disappear as I took his offered hand.
He led me out of the dingy bar and out into the cool night air, brightly lit by the full moon, and to his car nearby.
I drifted off, barely awake as he drove for awhile, finally pulling up in front of a modest house, set far away from any other structures, hidden by large stands of trees all around it, as if secreting itself away from the world.
He quickly strode around the car before I could step out of it, and again extended his hand, helping me to my feet, then ushering me inside.
As we walked he asked me things, that, in my less than sober mind, seemed innocent enough, and I answered willingly, and unknowingly backed myself into a corner, agreeing to all his requests, and eventually, his demands, no matter the consequences later on.
Almost before I know what was happening, I found myself in a large room, complete with a huge bed, that held a few surprises as well, and the man, whose name I still didn't know, was undressing me, then himself, until we both stood there fully naked and exposed.
I couldn't help but glance down at his manhood, a full 7 inches and hard as a rock, bobby up and down gently with each beat of his heart.
He moved in, putting his arms around my waist to pull me close as my arms encircled his neck, his penis, stiff as a board, slipped between my legs to nestle against my now throbbing genitals.
He didn't waste time kissing me, merely thrusting his cock against me for a moment, then whispered in my ear with the beginning measure of control, Get on the bed, now!
In my altered state, I found myself obeying his command, and sliding back on the bed, spreading my legs wide as he climbed atop me.
Hr braced himself on his fists as he thrust his cock against me, up and down until he finally grasped it, guiding it to my vaginal opening.
He paused for only a second or two, then shoved his thick rod into me, fast and hard, my sharp intake of breath involuntary as he stretched me open, easily the largest cock I had taken inside me.
He lay there, his penis buried in my vagina, for a long moment, staring into my eyes, as if he could enslave my soul in that moment, then he began, achingly slowly, pulling out, then easing back in, over and over as my own excitement built within me.
After a while, I begged him to go faster, he stopped, glared down at me and said, Remember, you belong to me now, you agreed to my terms, and now you will do as i say, and take what I give you.
There was something in the way he looked down at me, with both a measure of contempt at my disobedience and desire for the pleasure he would gain in training me for his own purposes.
I swallowed hard, indeed remembering the promises I had made, all the things I had agreed to, and nodded, Yes, Sir.
Good girl, he whispered, Next time, there will be punishment.
He continued his slow fucking of me, taking his time, enjoying both the sensation of my clenching pussy around his shaft and the desperation in my eyes as I lay there, helplessly needing that release of orgasm.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, he increased his pace, faster and faster, until he was slamming his cock into me, and I began to scream with the intensity of the climax washing over me, my vagina convulsing around his pulsing cock, milking the seed out of him as his balls contracted to empty themselves of their heavy load.
When it was over, I lay there, limp and trembling, the man eased himself off of me, to lay next to me for a moment, one hand on my breasts, fondling them gently as he placed my hand on his softening penis, telling me to just massage it as it went down like a good little girl.
I felt my hand rubbing him, feeling him go limp until he was finally completely flaccid, and his testicles lay deflated beneath it.
Then, as my body finally relaxed completely, I fell into a deep sleep, deep enough that I didn't wake until late the next morning.
When I woke, I knew something was amiss, I tried turning myself, but found my wrists bound, tied wide apart and my legs the same, with soft bindings around each ankle.
When I was able to open my eyes, I could see that I was restrained, spread eagle on the bed, each limb tied to the corner bed posts on the enormous bed.
I was still covered with the heavy comforter, but I could tell I was complete naked beneath it.
Suddenly, the memory of the night before came flooding back, the drinks, the man, the things he made me promise, agreeing to obey him completely or face the punishment, and finally, him on top of me, his penis invading my vagina, and the mind blowing orgasm I had when he finally allowed me.
Remembering his cock sliding in and out of me had my pussy once again throbbing and flowing with my wetness.
Despite my own arousal, I was afraid, I had never been tied up like this before, helpless, unable to defend myself in any way.
I started to call out, to yell for help, but I remembered his words, his admonishment that I was his alone to command, and I could only do what he allowed me to, so I remained quiet, hoping he could some back soon and release me.
I had only to wait a few minutes, when the door opened and he came in, smiling, carrying a large tub and a white fluffy towel.
I could hear water sloshing in the bowl, which he sat down on a tray next to the bed.
I'm going to bathe you, my girl, he said, in a gentle tone, Can't leave you with yesterday's events on you, can we?
N-n-no, Sir, I answered, my mind racing, full of embarrassment, having never been bathed in this manner, by anyone in my life.
He stripped the bedclothes off of me, fully exposing my naked body, then he began.
He gently washed my body, from head to toe and everywhere in between, then rinshed me as well, until I was clean to his satisfaction.
Now, he looked down at me, One last thing to make you presentable for your master.
He patted the fluffy pubic hair covering my plump vulva, and said, We need to get rid of all this hair, I want to see you looking like you did when you were a little girl.
He snapped his fingers and another man came in the room, pushing a cart holding a wax pot and all the accoutrement he needed to complete his job.
My new master, as I began to think of him, released one leg, then the other, admonishing me not to struggle against him, lest I face punishment.
I had to take several deep breaths to keep myself calm as he held my legs up in the air, still spread apart to give the man full access.
He proceeded to remove every bit of hair from my genitals with the warm, nearly hot, wax and linen strips, ripping the hair out as I squirmed with the pain, biting my lip to keep from crying out, as I knew it would displease Master.
When the man was done, he spread a cooling, soothing lotion over all the skin he had affected, and I found that as the pain eased, a strange sense of arousal increased within me, suddenly now wet and throbbing again, my pussy lips swollen, tender, yet ready for more of Master's attention.
Good, the man murmured, noting my excitement as he spread the lotion all over me.
He slipped a finger into my slit, caressing my engorged clitoris as I gasped from his touch, then easing his finger down until he was able to press it gently into my vagina.
Oh god, I moaned softly, my pussy gripping his finger, desperate for any kind of penetration at all in that moment.
She's taking to it well, the man said, Already fully aroused again.
Master just smiled and replied, I knew she would be a good one, had that look about her. Want to help her out?
The man grinned broadly and said I thought you'd never ask.
He climbed upon the bed, positioning himself between my thighs as he unfastened and lowered his pants just enough to free his quickly hardening cock and heavy, low hanging balls.
He wasn't as big as Master, at least not as thick anyway, but was just as long, with a large mushroom head that dwarfed the shaft, making it look like some odd shaped lollipop on a stick.
He eased his cock into my vagina with no pretense, and I groaned in relief as he filled me, thrusting rhythmically as I lay there, bound, the Master holding my legs in his firm grip,
The man pumped in and out for several minutes, making me cum quickly at first, then again, just as he was about to blow his own load inside me, and I cried out, my pussy clenching his narrow shaft as I came again, all while Master stared down at me with pride that I was obeying his commands as I had agreed.
It was an amazing sensation, I marveled at the way it felt to have a man's penis in my now completely hairless pussy, so sensitive and even more erotic than I could have imagined.
When he was done, he pulled back, holding his slowly softening cock, rubbing it between my pussy lips until he was finally satisfied.
He backed away and stood, doing up his trousers, then bowed to the Master and took his things and left the room.
Master smiled down at me, releasing my legs for the moment, and sat down next to me.
You've been a good girl so far, he said, softly, And I'm proud of you. We'll see i fyou continue to be a good girl.
Y-y-yes, Master, I replied, automatically, I will, I promise.
We'll see, was all he said as he released my arms as well, Now, come with me so we can clean you up on the inside too.
I rose and trailed after him into the bathroom and stood in the shower as he instructed me to, hands against the tiled wall, feet spread wide apart.
I felt his hands on me, his fingers spreading my vulva open, then something hard, but small sliding into my vagina.
I felt cool liquid being squirted up into my womb, flushing out the other man's seed, to make me fresh for the Master's next use.
When he was done, he removed the douche nozzle, patted me dry and let me back to the bedroom.
I bet you're hungry? Master asked
I nodded, Yes, Sir.
He rang a bell and in only a moment or two, another man, dressed in white server's attire, entered the room, carrying a tray with a silver domed lit on top.
He set it on the tray when the Master pointed, removed the domed lid, and exited as quickly and quietly as he had entered.
There was an assortment of breakfast foods and I looked up to the Master, who gave a slight nod of agreement, before digging in, suddenly famished after the night's activities.
Master sat, patiently waiting, again, chatting amiably with me, as I finished my repast.
When I was done, he again rang the bell and the servant returned to take the tray away.
Now, Master spoke firmly, It is time for another test. Get on the bed, on your hands and knees.
I hesitated, not out of unwillingness but because I, in my innocence, didn't understand why he would want me in that position.
NOW! He spoke again, more harshly.
I jumped, startled, and scrambled up onto the bed, on all fours, as he had commanded.
Better, he said, his voice still hard, but not as severe, Spread your knees apart and lay your head down on the bed, but keep your ass up in the air.
I did as he said, getting into the awkward feeling position, noting how it opened up my vagina, spreading my pussy lips and asscheeks apart so that I felt cool air from the room circulating all around my genitals.
Tell me, my pet, he used a new moniker for me, Has anyone ever had you like this?
No, Master, I gave my muffled reply, Never.
Good, he murmured, What about here? Has anyone ever used this hole?
I felt his finger rest right on my anus, massaging gently, and I choked out, N-n-no, Sir.
Mmmmmmmm, very good, he said, almost to himself.
I heard the drawer on the nightstand opening, as Master withdrew a small jar of something I couldn't see, then I felt it.
It was a thick, viscous substance that he smeared all over and around my quivering anus, pressing gently to force some of the lubricant into my back hole, eventually working his finger all the way into me.
I grunted loudly at the unexpected penetration, but made no protest, since it didn't hurt, just felt very, very strange.
He worked his finger in and out a couple of times, then pulled it out, leaving me with an odd empty feeling, despite the strangeness of how it felt inside me.
I felt him climb up on the bed behind me, his stiff cock pressing against my slit as he let it glide from front to back until I felt him pushing the head against my lubricated anus.
I knew what he was going to do, but couldn't make my mind understand it.
I was still grappling with the idea of him putting anything, let alone his penis, into my asshole when he held me steady and forced his cock into me, working my sphincter open to shove the full length of his cock into my rectum.
AHHHHHHHHH!, I screamed as he stretched my asshole open, the burning pain bringing tears to my eyes, OH GOD, PLEASE MASTER PLEASE TAKE IT OUT!
He ignored my plea and grasped my waist, pulling me back tight against his body to keep his penis firmly entrenched in my ass.
I grunted, groaned, pled with him until finally my body adjusted and relaxed, so that the pain began to recede, and I moaned as he began to slide his cock in and out of my rectum.
He kept an iron grip on my waist as he fucked my asshole, taking my cherry in that hole, his big heavy balls, smacking against my tender smooth pussy lips with each thrust.
As he got closer to his own orgasm, he sat back on his haunches, pulling me with him, forcing me to straighten up so that I was basically sitting on his lap, impaled on his stiff cock.
He reached around and slipped his hand between my legs to begin fondling my pussy, working his finger between my pussy lips to intently rub my clitoris.
I knew he wanted me to cum for him, with his cock buried in my asshole, so I leaned back into him, spreading my knees even wider as he flogged my clit with his fingers.
To my surprise, I felt my orgasm building fast, faster than it had while his cock was in my vagina.
My anus started contracting, squeezing, milking his cock as my clitoris grew so hard and large I thought it might explode.
He had a finger on each side of it, jerking it back and forth like a tiny penis he was jacking off, and I began to gasp, moaning loudly, bouncing up and down heavily on his penis, finally crying out, my voice echoing off the walls as I came just as he wanted.
It took him over the edge, and I soon felt the hard jets of his semen inside me.
When we were both finished, we sat there for a while, his penis still buried in my rectum, his hand gently caressing my pussy lips.
Eventually, he leaned me forward as his penis slid out of my anus, he was mostly soft now, and he moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
You fought me, he said, somberly, You protested, you begged me to take my manhood out of you.
I remained as I was, leaned forward onto my hands and knees, still prostrated before him, face down.
Yes, Master, I whispered, knowing he was displeased.
Well, he stood, I have to punish you now, you know that? That was the agreement between us, if you protested, fought back, or tried to stop me in any way, there would be punishment.
I nodded, not able to speak the words.
Better get it over with then, he said as he reached into the closet for something i couldn't see.
My fingers gripped the comforter, balling it up into my fists as I steeled myself.
I wasn't sure what to expect, but I heard the swoosh if air being displaced just before it happened.
WHACK!
AHHHHHH, I cried out again but worked to stifle my cries.
He had brought a large flexible paddle down across my ass cheeks, both of them, and I could feel the heat already starting to rise, and knew there would be a bright red stripe across both cheecks.
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
Four more in quick succession, and my bottom was on fire, burning with pain, as I forced myself to remain still and take my punishment like a good girl.
He stopped after those 5, and I could hear him breathing hard, as though he enjoyed and was even aroused at the sight of my bright red ass that he had just been spanking.
All of a sudden, he pushed me down on to my stomach, forced my legs apart as wide as he could get them and rammed his cock back into my asshole, fast and rough, as though the fucking itself was part of my punishment.
I lay there, taking it as tears sprang to my eyes, both from the burning pain from the spanking and the harsh fucking he was giving my still tender asshole.
He forced his cock in even deeper, thrusting hard and fast, until he started grunting loudly, humping my ass like an animal until he came again, shooting even more of his seed deep in my rectum.
When he was done, he rolled off of me, panting, gave my ass a finally hard slap with his hand and stood up.
I'm going to get cleaned up now, he said, You lay there and remember why you were punished, so next time you obey me better.
With that, he went in the the bathroom, I heard the shower turn on, and in a few moments he emerged, naked, clean, his penis once again flaccid, and he turned to the closet, selecting clothes for the day.
I'll be back in a few hours, he said, You may get up and shower if you like. There are clothes that will fit you in the closet. I'm going to close out your apartment lease and retrieve all your things to bring them back here since you belong to me now.

Part 2 out soon