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My First BDSM

Initially I had to stand facing the wall with my arms above my head while he kissed my neck and ears and told me what a bad slut I had been for ignoring him for so long while continuing to fuck other men. I told Master Jeff, who remained fully clothed, how sorry I was for making him wait and that I deserved to be punished for my transgressions.

Master Jeff sat in the chair and told me to lie across his lap, and we discussed the safe words of yellow for caution and red for stop. He used his hand to spank me and punish me for being a dirty slut and seeing all of the other men and not taking the time to see him. Many times I felt the sting of his hand across my bare ass while I apologized profusely for not making him my priority. I deserved every last smack.

I could feel the sting from his hand and knew my ass must be turning bright red as he told me how much he liked seeing his handprint on the cheeks of my ass. I bit my lip to keep from crying out from the pain but was surprised at the pleasure that soon followed as he rested his hand. He switched to a paddle that looked something like a ping-pong paddle and continued telling me that I would have to make it up to him. Over and over I pleaded with the master for the punishment I deserved while thanking him for bing merciful with his domination. I did have to use the caution word a few times, but as soon as he stopped and the blood rushed to the paddled area I could feel the hot sensation was also arousing. He remained clothed in his suit and tie the entire time. I did ask master's permission to tell him how extremely hot and sexy he looked and, while he enjoyed my compliment, he soon returned to paddling me because if I thought he was that handsome I should not have made him wait so long to fuck me.

I stood on command while Master Jeff kissed me deeply. I wanted to reach up and bury my hands in his hair, holding his head to mine, but I knew that I did not have permission to do so. I loved the feel of his tongue fucking my mouth and could only imagine what he could do to the rest of me. All I could do was say, "Thank you, sir."

The master took down the straps of my corset so my breasts were exposed and flogged them repeatedly. It felt really good, but I wasn't sure if I should tell him how much I liked it. He kissed me again, so very deeply, and I risked another flogging by telling him how much everything he was doing made me hot. Master Jeff leaned down to suck on my nipples, and I felt it down to my toes and even in my hot ass that was still throbbing. He pulled out a pair of nipple clamps and attached one to each of my nipples, leaving them there while he put his hand down to my crotch to check and see if I was wet. Although I knew it wouldn't take much to make me come, I also knew that I did not have permission to do.

Eventually I asked if he could please remove the nipple clamps, and the sweet pain of the clamping was nothing compared to the intense bite of release as the clamps were removed and the blood rushed to my throbbing tips. I was ordered to my knees in front of Master Jeff, and he instructed me to undo his belt, then his pants, then his shirt. He had me remove his pants and underwear then bound my hands gently but firmly behind my back.

I wanted that beautiful, hard, perfect eight inch cock in my mouth and was very pleased when he told me to gently kiss and lick and suck the head of his cock. Since I could not use my bound hands I eagerly did as he asked, very gently licking his dick, being careful not to extend my tongue any lower than he demanded. He removed the rest of his clothes and my restraints for a brief time so I could use both my hands and my mouth to suck his cock for a long time, cupping and squeezing his balls, stroking it with my mouth and hands.

Pulling me to a standing position he bent me over a chair for support while he fucked me deep and hard from behind while he was standing. He slamfucked me, and damn it was good. So good. I could feel my orgasm building again, but when I pleaded with him to let me come I was told no. He had his way with me, reminding me of what a slut I had been fucking so many men while neglecting him. Every deep thrust pushed me further and further into the chair that was bracing me.

The master remained in full control at all times, and I admired his ability to dole out the punishment I deserved while also walking the line of making sure I was never in too much pain. His skill with as a dom was keeping me breathless in anticipation of what was to come next.

Master Jeff sent me to stand in front of the mirror and spread my legs. He brought out the vibrator and teased me with it, using it on my pussy and clit then removing it so I could not come yet. I was moaning with delight and frustration but tried to muffle my pleadings so that I could better please him. He forced me to lie on my back on the bed and shoved my hands over my head, and I was told not to move my them. He brought the vibrator back and used it on me until I felt like I would die if he didn't let me come. I asked and begged and pleaded for his permission. Eventually he let me come but continued tormenting me with the vibrator. I could feel another orgasm building right away and asked the master for permission to come again, which he granted. Every move he made was calculated to give me the most pleasure from my release.

Afterwards he moved me back to the chair and made me bend over. He told me he was going to paddle me five times, and after each one I was to say, "I'm sorry that I was such a slut, master." It stung even more than the first time, and I knew I was going to have a bruised ass when we were finished. But before this thought was fully formed he slamfucked me again from behind, hard and deep with his gorgeous, perfect cock.

He withdrew before coming and told me to suck him until he came, but he gave me specific instructions that I was to hold and squeeze his balls, using my own technique and hands to give him a blowjob. He would tell me when he was ready to come, and I was to take his cock out but leave it close to my mouth so he could come both inside my mouth and all around it. I was not allowed to stop stroking him when he came until he told me I could. After a few minutes he did come, and I swallowed as much as I could with the rest running down my chin to my neck. I continued stroking and licking him.

Finally he told me that I had earned my way back into his good graces. I thanked my master and told him that it was my pleasure to serve him. He was right in that he was stern and firm, but fair and gentle.

Afterwards we lay on the bed and talked about the experience. I was no longer playing the role of submissive so I asked him how I had performed since this was my first experience as a full submissive. He told me I did a great job, and he had no idea that I wasn't very experienced. I'm sure we will have another experience such as this again. But not before my very sore, very red, and very bruised ass healed.