SirAsher83:
Next Friday, 8 PM, at my place?
NightSiren86:
I’ll be there.
SirAsher83:
Wear a sexy dress and high heels.
I typed the answer on my phone a little bit more vigorously.
NightSiren86:
What if I show up in my jeans?
SirAsher83:
Hm… I don’t appreciate the attitude, Ellyn. If we keep seeing each other, we’ll have to work on that.
NightSiren86:
Work on that? What do you mean?
SirAsher83:
I’ll teach you how I’d like you to behave. You’ll learn how to please me.
NightSiren86:
Why does everything revolve around pleasing you? What about pleasing me?
SirAsher83:
Oh, don’t worry about that. If you please me, you will get praised and rewarded accordingly.
NightSiren86:
And if I don’t please you? What if I do it all wrong? I don’t know if this BDSM thing is for me.
SirAsher83:
I’m a patient teacher. Practice makes perfect. With discipline and (if necessary) punishment, we’ll change your bad habits.
NightSiren86:
Praise? Punishment? It almost sounds like I’m gonna be your pet.
SirAsher83:
The first rule of BDSM is that everything is consensual. I will always respect your boundaries. And you will not be my pet, but my sub. You would make such a perfect little kitten, though.
Oh God, why does Asher calling me kitten and talking about praising and disciplining me make me so horny? What’s happening to me? Not being able to masturbate for two weeks had been so frustrating. All I could think about lately was sex. I’ve been so on edge. And the funny thing was that he wouldn’t even know if I did come. So why did I abstain?
Who am I kidding? I knew why. Even though it was exasperating, it was thrilling at the same time. Dating had gotten so terribly boring lately. And Asher, he excited me. Since our last date, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
NightSiren86:
Okay, I will wear heels and a dress. Although in general, my closet doesn’t contain many sexy items. It will be especially difficult if you keep confiscating my clothing on our dates.
SirAsher83:
I only kept one item on one date. But we can also work on adding some appropriate outfits to your wardrobe. I love to treat my sub.
NightSiren86:
I’m not your sub.
SirAsher83:
Yet.
NightSiren86:
Let’s see, one date at a time.
SirAsher83:
Did you come since our last date?
NightSiren86:
I don’t understand why I can’t have an orgasm. I don’t see the fun in it. But to answer your question: No, I didn’t.
SirAsher83:
Sometimes a Dom asks things of his sub that are uncomfortable. It brings me great pleasure to know that, for the time being, all your orgasms will be mine. I’m so happy you respected my wish. You are such a good girl.
Why did Asher calling me a ‘good girl’ make me even wetter than before? I needed a change of panties after this conversation.
SirAsher83:
I’m looking forward to our next date.
NightSiren86:
I’m kinda nervous and excited at the same time about seeing you again.
SirAsher83:
Think of it as a tryout. I’ll give you a little taste of the BDSM world. Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you. We’ll take it slow.
NightSiren86:
But what if I don’t like it? I don’t want to waste your time.
SirAsher83:
You cannot waste my time. I’m honoured that you are willing to give it a go and that I can introduce you to the lifestyle.
NightSiren86:
See you on Friday… sir.
SirAsher83:
Friday, 8 PM, don’t be late. I can’t wait, kitten.
Now I really needed a fresh pair of panties.
On Friday, I wriggled my body in a black dress that showed off my well-supplied cleavage. Asher lived only 5 km from my apartment, so I decided to go by bike. I hid my sexy dress with a comfy oversized grey hoodie with the little mermaid on it. I put my strappy, black, heeled sandals in my backpack and put on my All-Stars for the ride. I did a last check in the mirror if my eyeliner was still neat. I winged it, just like I did my life, I guess. I grabbed my bike in the shared hallway of my building and took off.
It was a mild summer evening, so I enjoyed the bike ride. The breeze in my wavy red hair calmed my nerves a little bit. I could’ve ridden without my hoodie on, but I didn’t want my boobs on display for the world to see. Before I knew it, I arrived at Ashers’ house. I chained my bike to a light post. I opened my backpack and took the high heels out. I took off my hoodie and put it in the backpack. Now only a switch of shoes.
Changing shoes while standing was not that easy, apparently. One heel was already on, and I was balancing on that foot to put the other heel on. I suddenly lost my balance and fell straight into the shrub in front of the house. I was trying to get up, but failed miserably. Suddenly, I heard a chuckle. Oh God, I wished the earth could open up and swallow me whole. Asher was standing in the doorway, looking at me with amusement.
“How long have you been watching me?” I asked, ashamed.
“A while”, he replied, still grinning. He walked over and extended his hand to me. I put my hand in his. He pulled me up, but didn’t release my hand while he guided me inside his house. His large, warm hand completely enveloped mine, and it made me feel safe somehow.
I gawked at his beautiful home. It was modern, yet cozy. He gestured at the couch: “Make yourself comfortable. Do you want something to drink? I’ve got a bottle of prosecco in the fridge, or some water or soda?”
“A prosecco, please.”
“I like it when a girl is polite,” he said while he disappeared into the kitchen.
I looked around his living room and tried to calm my nerves. A glass of prosecco will hopefully help.
Asher returned with two glasses and handed me mine: “There you go.” He looked into my eyes with a curious stare while he clinked my glass: “To a night of exploration.”
I quickly gulped down a few sips of the bubbly goodness.
“Are you in a hurry to get out of here?” Asher asked with a hint of surprise.
“I’m sorry. I’m just nervous.”
“Don’t be sorry. I’m a bit nervous too.”
“You are?”
“Yes, it doesn’t happen often that I get the chance to introduce someone into the world of BDSM. My partners are usually experienced as sub.”
“I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“You won’t. I think it’s great that you are open to giving it a try. As a Dom, I want to let you experience the different aspects of the lifestyle. I’m very excited to be your first Dom, but I also want to adjust my pace to yours. That means we first have to agree on some ground rules.”
“Like rules about how I should behave?” I asked in a little voice.
Asher’s face lit up in a warm smile: “No, I’m looking forward to training you, Ellyn, more than you know, but there are some basics first. You need a safe word. A word that indicates when you want to stop a scene. And preferably another word to pause a scene so we can talk about it if you need to or if you want me to slow down.”
“Can you give an example?”
“It can be almost anything, really. I like to use the colours of a stop sign. Green for everything is good; you can continue. Orange for slow down or pause and talk. Red for stop.”
“Yeah, that seems good, I think. And it is something I can easily remember.”
“Red, orange, green it is. I will regularly check which colour you are, and then I expect you to reply with one of the three colours. Which colour are you now, Ellyn?”
“Green.”
“Perfect. Then please get up and take off your dress.”
He caught me off guard with that one. I stared at him.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Ellyn. Or do you need to be disciplined already?”
I quickly got up as if the couch burned my bottom.
“Asher…?” I asked.
“I prefer it if you address me as ‘Sir,'” Asher replied.
“Okay … sir. Can you help unzip my dress, please, sir?”
“It will be my pleasure. Turn around.”
I put my hair over my shoulder while turning my back to him. He waited a couple of seconds before he slowly opened the zipper in the back of my dress. His fingers grazed my back and left goosebumps in their trail. He lowered my dress over my shoulders, and it fell in a puddle around my ankles. Asher gave me a hand so I could step out of it. Asher’s eyes glided over the curves of my body with an appreciative glare.
“You are so sexy, Ellyn,” he said a bit hoarsely.
Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around myself to cover up my body.
“Stop,” Asher said sternly. “Leave your arms at your sides. I want to see you.”
I couldn’t help but blush standing before him in my lacey black underwear.
“Open your legs, bend over and grab your ankles…” he commanded. “Now, Ellyn,” he added when he noticed that I hesitated.
I did as he asked, although it made me feel really exposed.
Asher walked around me, and I felt his hand on my backside. He caressed me and even let his hand slide between my legs.
“Are you already a bit wet, Ellyn? So eager, and we haven’t even started yet. Did you masturbate since we last saw each other?”
“No, I didn’t, sir.”
“Why not?”
“Because you forbade it, sir.”
“I told you not to come. You are allowed to masturbate. I even encourage you to touch yourself. You just have to stop before you climax.”
“Where is the fun in that, sir?” I asked, puzzled.
“I like my subs on edge, kitten.” He purred. “Stand up straight and take your bra off.”
I did as he asked and let it fall on the ground.
He walked towards me and cupped my breasts with his hands. With his thumbs, he circled my nipples that got hard instantly. A soft moan escaped me.
“Your breasts will look beautiful when I punish them.” He said and suddenly pinched both of my nipples. I gasped and grabbed his hands to stop him.
“Arms to your sides, Ellyn,” he ordered. “Which colour?”
“Hm, green”, I responded, strained.
“Because you tried to push me away, I will only release your nipples after you count to five, slowly. If you count too fast, you will have to start over.”
“Aaah, sir, please,” I begged.
“I don’t hear you counting,” he said in a warning tone.
“One, two, aaah, three, four, five!”
Asher released my nipples. I still felt them burning.
“I look forward to having more fun with those sensitive nipples,” he said eagerly, “Take down your panties. You are not allowed to bend your knees while taking them off. And turn your backside to me when you bend over.”
I swallowed hard when I turned around. I hooked my thumbs in the elastic of my panties and slid them to my ankles, knowing Asher got a good look at everything. My panties were soaked. This was so embarrassing. I felt his lingering presence behind me. I shivered a bit.
“Are you cold, kitten?” Asher asked.
“No, sir, it’s the nerves, I guess.”
“Open your legs again,” he said.
His hand slowly stroked my pussy. The whole area between my legs felt so sensitive. I closed my eyes while enjoying his touch.
“You are so responsive, kitten. You are almost dripping on the floor.” He smiled. “But don’t get too carried away,” he said while he gave me a little slap on my cunt.
I inhaled sharply. It took me everything not to cover up my pussy with my hands or close my legs. But I did not forget the lesson I learned while he was pinching my nipples.
“Ellyn, I want you to sit on your knees in the corner of the room. Spread your legs as far as you can, hands behind your back, your tits presented proudly, and eyes on the floor.”
I did as he asked. I saw his sneakers before me while he was stroking my hair. “Good girl”, he said huskily. He grabbed my hair firmly in his fist and pushed my face against his crotch. I felt how hard his cock was. It felt huge. My wetness started trailing down the inside of my legs.
“Do you feel how hard I am for you, Ellyn?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You look so hot on your knees with your legs spread wide like that. I want you to keep sitting exactly like this.”
Asher walked away from me, and I heard him sitting down on the couch. Excited, I waited. Fantasizing about the hard cock I just felt. After a while, I got impatient. When was he gonna fuck me? I was so horny. Sitting on my knees, spread open, naked. It heightened my horniness. Every shift in the air I felt on my pussy.
I just had to wait. This was probably a test of obedience or something like that, and he would reward me soon. After a while, which felt like forever, Asher got up, walked to me, and stood before me.
“Look at me, Ellyn,” he said softly. “Thank you, you made me so proud today. You were perfect.” He helped me get up and gave me a soft kiss on my lips. He handed me my clothes and said, “You can get dressed again in the bathroom. If you want to, I can put your bike in the trunk of my car and give you a lift home.”
I just stood there baffled: “But sir?”
“What is it, Ellyn?”
“Aren’t you gonna fuck me?”
“That wasn’t my intention for tonight, no. But know that I am very content.”
“But please, sir. I am really turned on. Please.” Every inch of embarrassment was washed away by how horny I was. Like an animal in heat.
“Please, what? What do you want, kitten?”
“I really need to come, please, sir, I can’t take it any longer,” I begged.
“You did please me very much. For once, I will allow you to ride my leg until you come.” He suggested.
“Won’t you fuck me?” I asked, disappointed.
“If you want an orgasm, you know what to do, Ellyn. Take it or leave it.”
“Am I allowed to come when I am back home?”
“No. No orgasms without my permission.” He said sternly.
This man was going to drive me mad. “Okay,” I said quickly. I never could imaging me doing something like this, but I really, really needed to come. Asher sat down on the sofa again, eyeing me expectantly. Was I really going to do this? All I could think about was how I felt my heartbeat pulsing in my clit. No day like the present, I guess. I straddled his right leg. A bit insecure, I started rubbing my pussy against it. Slowly at first. But it didn’t take long before I was consumed by the growing ache in my core. I started riding his leg more vigorously. I couldn’t contain my moans while doing it. My clit was swollen and so sensitive from rubbing against the fabric of his jeans. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and threw my head back.
“Eyes on me, Ellyn”, Asher said in a clipped tone.
I snapped my eyes open, and his dark gaze captured mine. It was difficult keeping my eyes open with the feeling between my legs building to a scorching intensity.
“Asher!” I cried out.
“That’s it, kitten. You are doing so well. Come for me.” He said in his deep voice that reverberated right into the core of my being. I exploded into a million pieces.
While I came down from an amazing orgasm, maybe the best I’ve ever had, I panted like I just ran a race. I almost collapsed against his body, feeling incredibly tired all of a sudden. I rested my forehead against his shoulder. Oh my god, what did just happen to me? Asher put his arms around me, and I felt him stroke my hair, my back, my arms. A sigh of contentment escaped me. It must have been a strange sight. A tall, strong, fully clothed man with a curled-up naked woman in his lap.
“You came good?” he asked.
I looked at him and gave him a sheepish smile.
“I thought so,” he confirmed. “You did look like you were having fun. I can watch you riding me and falling apart all day.”
Slowly, I got up from his lap and was horrified to suddenly spot the big wet stain I had left on his jeans where I had ridden his leg.
“Oh god, look at your pants!”
“I knew how wet you were, Ellyn. I especially like that I was the one who got you so incredibly wet.”
“Slimy yet satisfying,” I mumbled, mostly to myself.
Asher looked at me with wide eyes and burst into laughter. “Did you just quote The Lion King? Hahaha. You’re unbelievable.”
I shrugged. “That you recognised it instantly makes you just as big a nerd as I am.”
“Touché. Get dressed, and I’ll give you a ride home.”
To be continued.
