My week had been a whirlwind that began with me telling my lover that I’d been having a recurring, persistent fantasy about being whipped with a riding crop and dominated by a brunette female nurse. He laughed and mentioned that a mutual friend, Kiera, was very heavily into that sort of thing; perhaps we should meet up and talk it out. Not letting on that I secretly have a crush in Kiera, I agreed, thinking that it would be just girl-talk. I was wrong!
We met at a fast food place over lunch and Kiera was under the impression that it was a fantasy that I wanted to fulfill. I found myself wondering what it would be like and the combination of trepidation, uncertainty, and raw sexuality appealed to me. When she asked me if a wig would be okay or if I wanted her to dye her hair I was all-in! Kiera would be my mistress! I was scared, nervous, incredibly horny, and impatient with anticipation all at once.
We finished up lunch and “Mistress K”, as I was now to call her, took me shopping. She had me try on, model, and then purchased a sheer black lace camisole top, matching garter belt, and thigh high stockings. Rules, limits, and expectations were discussed and agreed upon. Leaving me, she gave me a stretchy black lace choker and instructed me to always wear it until Friday night at 9 when we would meet up. She also told me that Glade, my lover, would be there as well.
All through the week I wondered what might happen, whether or not I’d like it, and how I would react. My mind and body were on edge. The fantasy playing constantly in my mind and the anticipation had me so worked up that I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. I actually burnt up one of my vibrators from over-use.
Finally Friday came! After work I sped home and hurried inside. Feeling butterflies in my stomach I ran upstairs and stripped nude except for the lace choker. I had some time so I went through the house making sure everything was clean and neat. I chilled some wine, made certain there were clean glasses, set out a snack tray, and then touched up my makeup. I practiced some “Yes, Mistress K” lines in the mirror, knowing how silly I was being. I then put on the clothes. I looked like a trashy slut. It was perfect.
By 8:30 I was camped out by the door noting how brazenly whorish I looked wearing a see-through lace top, garter belt, and no panties. By 8:45 I was having second thoughts as well as my second drink. At 8:52 I saw the headlights coming up my driveway. My first instinct was to run and hide but then I laughed at myself. I peeked at them walking up to my front door and I was stunned.
Glade looked like his usual self; handsome, sensual, and dressed in bulge-showing pants and a linen shirt. He has a fondness for crumpled linen shirts. He was also carrying a large bag that looked like a beaten old canvas gym bag. The site of Kiera made my heart jump and my body flush with excitement. Her hair was no longer a fiery red. She had dyed it. It was a natural-looking medium brown with just a few highlighted streaks here and there. She looked smolderingly sexual now. Somehow the toned-down brown hues made her even more sexually attractive than her usual bold red color.
She was also dressed in a clean, white, short nurse’s dress. It looked like a real nurse’s dress, not a costume. She wore matching white tennis shoes. I saw no hose or stockings on her. Only her heavily applied makeup made her look other than “nurse-like”. I threw open the door before they had a chance to knock. My slutty attire, with no bottoms, was a huge contrast to their more conservative look.
Kiera’s eyes ran up and down my body. “You look so sexy,” she said to me, letting her tongue lick her lip.
“Thank you Mistress K,” I responded. I was glad I had practiced.
I was trembling inside with nervousness and anticipation. I was afraid that the reality wouldn’t measure up to the fantasy, nervous that I couldn’t handle the pain. I was afraid that my new, wonderful lover wouldn’t like how I acted. I was terrified that I was so turned on that my juices had already begun to drip down my thighs.
She walked inside and looked around with approval. My lover also stepped inside. His eyes ran over my body, sending chills up and down my very core. He smiled at me and gave me a wink. I happily noted that my lack of wardrobe caused his pants to bulge even more.
“You have excellent taste, I see,” she commented. She looked around a bit gesturing to Glade to seat himself on the couch and sat herself on a single chair opposite the couch.
“Fix me a strong drink,” she said to me. Her voice was both stern and playful. To me it was like electric tingles coursing through my spine. “Make it big and strong,” she added with sultriness in her voice.
I did as she asked and walked towards her with drink in hand.
“Not like that!” she snapped to me. Her eyes twinkled playfully but her voice was now somehow commanding without being forceful. “You are my slave for the night, remember? As such you shall proudly display your body for anyone I choose to show it to. Go back and walk back to me, holding the drink before you. Walk slow and sexy. Your back shall remain straight and you shall proudly display your body.”
I did, feeling my body awash with excitement and passion. I do enjoy being looked at, but being commanded to display myself took away any prurient feelings I might have had. I stopped in front of her and held it out, smiling proudly.
“Kneel between my feet,” she said while devouring me with her eyes. She spread her legs. I saw shiny black panties from under her short nurse dress. “You may caress my legs while we go over the rules.”
“Yes, Mistress K,” I replied as she took the drink. I knelt in front of her, my eyes level with her parted thighs. I let my hands run over her calves. I became very aware of the heat between my legs and the fact that my lover was watching from only a few feet away.
She looked at me and smiled lovingly. “Get my thighs, too.”
I nodded and began to explore more of her body with my hands. Her skin was soft and smooth. Her breathing quickened a bit and she moaned softly.
“You may speak freely to respond,” she said. “Are you sure that you want to proceed?”
I thought it over. I really wanted to lean forward and lick between her legs. I had been fantasizing about a brunette nurse for weeks. Instead I said, “I think so. I’m nervous and scared, though.”
She chuckled and leaned forward, her lips very close to mine. Her free hand reached between my legs and caressed my hot pussy. I moaned involuntarily and threw my head back. Her touch brought me instantly on the brink of orgasm.
“Is that all?” she asked holding her now-soaked fingers before her. Her long tongue slipped out and she savored my juices.
“No,” I confessed to her. “I’m afraid that I’ll hate it, but incredibly horny. I’ve been horny all week.”
She leaned back into the chair and spread her legs wider. She looked so powerful, so slutty, and so desirable. “Higher,” she said to me. “You may caress my cunt over my panties.”
I gladly did so. She moaned softly and her hips humped into my hand.
“Do you want to proceed?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said timidly.
“Good. Do you remember your safe words?”
“Athena and Artemis,” I said.
“Athena means what?” she asked. I could feel her pussy growing hot under my touch. That heat matched mine.
“Athena means back off but do not stop,” I replied.
“And Atremis?”
“Stop for real.”
She pulled my hand away and looked at me seductively. Her eyes devoured me and I loved it. I glanced down and noticed that I was so wet with anticipation that I had dripped onto the floor. The combination of the forbidden, lust, and fear had me on the verge of exploding.
Mistress K downed her drink and stood. I made to stand as well but her hand forced me back into a kneeling position. She walked around me slowly, studying my body. “You are yummy. Let’s make sure that I have everything right.”
She then sat on the coffee table between the couch and the chair she previously occupied. She spread her legs wide and faced my back. “Turn and crawl to me on your hands and knees while Glade unpacks our toys, then kneel in front of me here,” she gestured to the floor right between her open legs. “And I’ll make sure that I have everything right.”
I turned around on all fours and slowly crawled towards her. It was only a few feet but I could feel both of their eyes on me. I couldn’t help but smile and my body was tingling with eager anticipation. I knelt as before. I heard the bag being unzipped but didn’t care to look. My eyes were riveted on K.
“Open your legs wider,” she instructed.
K’s hand ran up my stocking-clad thigh and then right up to my aching, soaked pussy. Her fingers began running slowly up and down my pussy lips. “You want to be whipped by a brunette nurse with a riding crop, right?” she asked.
“Yes,” I moaned out.
Her hand quickly left my hot, wet pussy and slapped me on the inner thigh.
“Yes, What?” she said in a commanding voice.
“Yes, Mistress K.”
Her hand went back to my pussy. It sent bolts of fire into my soul. Her fingers immediately found my swollen clit and she stroked it expertly.
“And you want to be whipped with the crop?”
“Uuugh, yes, Mistress K.”
Her fingers increased tempo and pressure on my clit. It was already swollen and throbbing and her fingers playing over my magic spot were making me convulse. “And you want to be degraded and dominated as well.” It was a statement more than a question.
“Fuck that feels so good,” I moaned out biting my lips. “Yes, Mistress K.”
“Are you my whore?” She asked in a demanding voice. “Tell me that you’re my fucking whore!”
“I’m your whore,” I said getting close to orgasm.
Her hand stopped pleasuring me abruptly. I was on the verge of both orgasm and tears. She grabbed my head soft enough that it didn’t pull my hair but forceful enough that I knew I had to comply. She forced my face in between her legs. She forced my mouth over her panty-clad pussy. It was hot, very wet, and smelled sweet.
She rubbed my lips all over her wetness and then pulled my head back. “If you don’t obey, you will be denied my cunt! Do you hear me you worthless slut? I said tell me that you are my fucking whore!”
“Yes,” I cried out tasting her on my lips. “I’m your fucking whore, Mistress K.”
I heard Glade chuckle and was reminded that he was still there. I wanted to look up to see what he was doing. Did he like this? Was he as horny as I was?
Mistress K’s voice instantly commanded my attention again. “Beg for the privilege to eat my cunt you filthy slut!”
“Let me lick your pussy, please Mistress K,” I literally begged.
“I don’t get licked, you bitch. Licking is for ice cream. You are my slave, you will eat my cunt when I command.” Her fingers reached back between my dripping folds and her fingers wrapped around my swollen clit.
In a softer voice she said “Beg to eat my fucking cunt, you worthless fuck-toy.”
“Please, please, Mistress K; please let me eat your fucking cunt!”
“Better,” she said. The tempo on my pussy increased and I found myself on the cusp of an earth-shattering orgasm. I began moaning with abandon and started bucking my hips into her hand. My breathing was coming ragged heaves and I knew that in two or three more seconds I was going to burst.
She took her hand away and just left me there, barely able to kneel upright, both incredibly aroused and frustrated over my unrealized release.
“You may cum when I say so, not before.” She said to me. “And I’m going to make you beg for it.”
I could only nod while I tried to regain control over my breathing.
“Now bend over the table and stick that spankable ass of yours out. It is time for your whipping.”
I was overcome with fear at the coming pain but found myself wanting it. I took the position she commanded and made sure to arch my back to stick my ass out as she wanted. I saw lots of rope on the table in neat little coils. It was red and black and looked soft. There were also some sex toys there, a riding crop right in front of my wide eyes, and a thick, large leather paddle.
My lover was sitting on the couch, looking very delighted and very relaxed. He winked at me and smiled. “Don’t be afraid,” he said to me. “This is K’s kink and she’s very, very good, aren’t you honey?”
“My slaves love me,” she laughed.
“Glade,” she said softly. “Be dear and hand me the crop, then sit back on the couch and take out that thick cock of yours.”
He chuckled and grabbed the crop. He slapped it into his palm and I heard the sharp “CRACK” of the leather tip. He then leaned over the table and handed it to her. He undid his pants and his hard cock sprang out, just inches away from face. I stuck out my tongue, trying to lick it, but it was too far away. To my despair he sat back down and proceeded to strip nude.
“If you take your whipping like good little useless cunt maybe I’ll let you suck my cum off his cock,” she said.
Usually I would dreamily admire his body. The way his muscles move beneath his skin reminds me of a panther on the prowl. I had no time to gaze at flesh because another loud crack erupted behind me. I winced involuntarily.
Then I felt the leather on the back of my exposed thigh. It was not the hard, painful whipping I was expecting. The leather crop was being lightly and quickly slapped against my bare flesh. I suddenly felt very exposed, prostrated across the table with my butt and legs open to her potential abuse.
The crop danced lightly on my thighs, where my legs meet my cheeks, and all over every bit of my exposed flesh. It wasn’t the stern whipping I had anticipated, it was a softer, fast “tap, tap, tap”. I recalled my friend Jenny. She had once asked me to spank her and I did. To me it was just in fun but she delighted in it. She had told me that it felt so sensual and so good. She also said that she almost orgasmed.
It felt good feeling the leather slap against my body, but I didn’t think that I was getting the same pleasure that my friend mentioned. Then the intensity increased. I could feel my thighs and butt getting hot with the harder licks of the riding crop. My body began to react, heating up and every nerve coming alive.
As her force quickened, Mistress K began to degrade me. “You love it don’t you, you fucking whore? You know that you’ve been a dirty little slut and you deserve this! You like it don’t you, you tramp?”
Her force increased to the point where it began to hurt. She kept on whipping me. At first she concentrated only on my thighs and cheeks, but now she was also whipping my pussy from behind. Each crack of the leather would cause explosions of pain to shoot into me like needles. As soon as the sharpness subsided I felt warm and alive. It was like her whipping me had tuned every fiber of my flesh into one erogenous zone. Pain followed by pleasure followed by more.
Her verbal assault had me in a dreamlike state. Her physical assault had me writhing and moaning. Without thinking my hand shot between my legs and I plunged two fingers inside of myself. My hips started to buck with pleasure and an impending orgasm.
“Stop it you fucking whore!” K screamed out. A sharp, extremely painful blow from the crop across my hand and soaked pussy pontificated her demand. I pulled my hand away immediately and put back on the edge of the table.
“For that you will be punished you worthless cunt!”
Her slaps resumed harder and harder as she physically and verbally assaulted me.
“A slave cannot touch herself without my permission.” Slap, SLAP, SLAP!
“I own your worthless cunt, not you.” SLAP, SLAP, Slap.
“You touch yourself for my pleasure, not yours you little whore!”
“No, stop! Please!” I cried out. “It’s too hard, it hurts too much!”
She stopped immediately.
Her voice grew pleasant and playful once more. “Are you sure want me stop, sweetie?”
“No GODDESS DAMNIT!” I cried out. “I didn’t fucking say Atremis!”
She laughed long and hard. “Ok, Krystal.” She said, lovingly cupping my head and wiping out the tears that had formed of their own accord. “I was only checking because you’re new to this.”
She immediately resumed cropping me, light at first and then quickly building up to the previous intensity.
“For making me break scene, you will be punished you slutty whore!” She stopped whipping me and walked around the table, interposing herself between Glade and me.
Grabbing some ropes, she quickly bound my wrists and then looped the extra length around the table top. My wrists were expertly secured. I was immobilized. The bounds were loose enough that I felt no pain and no loss of circulation. The ropes were soft against my skin.
Then she unbuttoned her dress. She was wearing only a black thong and a matching bra beneath. She let the dress hang open. Pulling her front of her panties aside she thrust her wet pussy in front of my face and fingered herself as she spoke.
“Beg to taste my cunt, slave!” she commanded.
“Please, Mistress K. Will you let your slave tasted your fucking cunt. I want it so much.”
She smiled at me and whipped me up and down my back with the crop. It hurt and delighted at the same time. “Here’s your punishment,” she said with an evil tone.
She crawled up onto the couch and straddled Glade. Looking me directly in the eyes, bound, helpless, across my own coffee table she guided his hard, thick cock inside of her. She moaned and grabbed her breasts through her bra beginning to bounce up and down on him.
“You’re a worthless whore; you don’t deserve to taste my nectar!” She fingered her clit with one hand and steadied herself with the other. “Tell me what a fucking whore you are and beg to taste my cunt.”
“I’m fucking useless cum dumpster whore. I’m a fucking slut! Please, I beg you; let me taste your soaking wet hot cunt!”
“How bad do you need my cunt, you little tramp?”
“I’ll die if you don’t let me taste it, please Mistress K!”
She stopped riding my lover and climbed off. I could see her juices glistening on her lips. She walked over slowly and put her pussy mere inches from my lips. Then she laughed and pulled it away.
“Glade, be a dear and feed the worthless whore your cock, please.”
She addressed me as she picked up the crop once more and grabbed a toy in her other hand. “You may taste me on his cock, but I promise you that he’s going to be brutal and fuck your slutty little mouth!”
She walked back behind me.
“Thank you Mistress K,” I said. My entire body was burning with desire by now. I was on the cusp of losing control and loving it! I opened my mouth wide both because I wanted to please my mistress and because I needed a cock in my mouth.
He delicately put his cock into my mouth and proceeded to move back and forth gently. I felt her hands gently probe my soaked pussy from behind. I became aware that my thighs were soaking with my own lust. I also realized that I was panting and moaning.
I felt her thrust the toy deep into me. It was hard enough that I gasped and moaned. She turned it on and I could feel it wiggling and contorting inside of me as she thrust it in and out of me. Her other hand resumed whipping me with the crop.
Her verbal abuse began again and I found myself on the verge of orgasm. I gladly surrendered to being her filthy, dirty, nasty, wanton whore. I crossed the boundaries of pain and only received pleasure from the crop. The wiggling and pulsating fake cock inside of me and the real one thrusting in my mouth was almost too much.
Then her whipping stopped and she began using the crop on my clit from behind. She knew exactly what she was doing and exactly how to make me jump and squirm. I was going to come and I wouldn’t be able to hold back.
Pulling my mouth away from Glade’s hard cock I practically screamed out, “please, please let me come Mistress! I can’t hold it!”
“Beg properly you fucking slut!” she stopped tapping my clit with the crop and slowed with the dildo buried inside of me.
I was so lost in the moment that I would have done anything for release! “Please let your useless slave cum! I’ll do anything! Please let your fucking whore slut cum!”
“Granted!” she said. “You may have an orgasm but you must confess that you are filthy fucking whore when you do.”
She began pleasuring me with her skillful application of pain and my orgasm welled up deep inside of me and burst forth like an avalanche.
“I’m cumming,” I cried out. “I’m cumming like the worthless whore you’ve made me! This filthy fucking slut is cumming so fucking hard!”
My orgasm overtook me as she stopped spanking my overheated clit and began whipping me hard and fast on my ass. It added to the intensity. Pain and pleasure mixed in until they were the same thing. My vision blackened and the toy shot out my pussy. I lost total control and wasn’t aware of anything but the waves cascading through me.
My body went limp and if I hadn’t been tied across the table I would collapsed. As I regained some coherency, I became aware of hands gently caressing me. I became aware that my body was covered in sweat and that tears had been pouring out my eyes for some time. I must have looked a mess.
Gentle hands tugged on the ropes and they came undone with her simple gesture. She helped me to the couch and I slumped there, basking in the afterglow.
“How was that?” she asked me. “Was it how you hoped?”
I sighed deeply. “That was one of the most intense sexual experiences I’ve ever had,” I confessed.
“Do you want more?” she asked with her eyes gleaming.
“Can I taste you pussy, Mistress K?” I asked.
“Still Mistress,” she laughed. “Very well you little pain-addicted whore. Before you can taste my pussy you need to earn it.”
“Yes, Mistress K, I’ll do anything you command!”
“Glade,” she said as she peeled off the dress and stepped out of her panties.
She knelt on all fours on the floor. “Come here and fuck me until you come. Come all over my ass and pussy and let her beg to lick it off of me.”
K turned to me. “Play with yourself while you watch, but you are not allowed to cum until you make my cunt feel good, understand?”
K forgot all about me as I watched her get fucked. I was mesmerized and would have been playing with myself even if she hadn’t commanded. But I was pleased to please my mistress by being a good little slut and finger myself.
“Fuck me like the slut I am,” she begged to Glade. “Don’t be gentle, you know what I whore I am. Just shoot it all over me! Please fuck me hard, harder! You know I’m your slave, please fuck me! Shoot your cum on my fucking ass!”
He fucked her like a beast in heat and pulled out and sprayed all over her. She fingered herself as he did so. I had to slow down myself because I was on the verge of another orgasm.
“Now, you trashy cum whore, come over here and clean your mistress!”
I got up and began to walk over to her.
“On your hands and knees you stupid cunt!”
I crawled, smiling. I reached her and tenderly ran my tongue over her ass. She reached back and pulled my tongue into her.
“Lick it all up and make sure you clean every hole nice and deep.”
With her calling me every degrading name she could think of I did as she commanded. When I had licked up every last drop she rolled over onto her back and pulled my face into her eager, soaking cunt. I love licking pussy and I did my best to make her cum. She came on my face and I eagerly lapped it all up and went down for seconds. When my fingers found my own clit once more she allowed me to bring myself to another orgasm as she came on my tongue once more.
When it was all over she pushed me onto the floor and turned me over, biting my reddened ass so hard that it left a mark. She then lowered her head between my legs.
“Time for dessert,” she smiled to me. “Your mistress is a bigger fucking whore than you! Fuck my face like you paid for it!”
She went to work on my pussy with enthusiasm and skill. Her fingers plunged into my asshole and pussy and her tongue knew exactly what to do and when and how. She brought me off strong and hard and rode my hips with her mouth into another orgasm right on its heels. I almost passed out again!
When it was over she held me in her arms and we kissed long, deep, and passionately. Out juices mingled with each other’s on our lips. Ever gallant, Glade helped us both up and escorted us to the couch. Mistress K reached over and pulled the lace choker over my head, removing it.
“You are no longer my slave,” she said to me smiling.
“Yes, Mistress K,” I said reflexively. “I mean Kiera.”
She laughed and kissed me on the lips. “Thank you for letting me help fulfill your fantasy. Did you enjoy it?
“Enjoy it?” I sighed out. “I think I want to do it again, soon.”
She laughed and stood up. She removed her bra and then buttoned up the nurse’s dress. She set about gathering her toys and putting them back into the bag. “You can keep Glade for the weekend,” she said. “I’m having company.”
She hugged and kissed Glade and then did likewise with me, stopping to feel my still-drenched pussy and take another taste.
I walked her to the door and caught sight of myself in the mirror. I was a total mess! My hair was ragged and matted, my makeup was smeared all over and I looked like I had been fucked into oblivion. I smiled to the image.
I turned to my lover after I watched her drive away. “How long before that cock of yours is ready to fuck this dirty fucking whore?”
“Hell,” he laughed out. “It’s hard right now. We have all night, though. Let’s go get something to eat, you must be hungry.”
“Can I wear something slutty and make everyone jealous of you?”
“I’d love that,” he said.
I did just that and we had our own adventure, but that’s a story for another time.
