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The First Meeting

I arrive at the agreed-upon time and knock on the door. A moment later, you open it. You’re hidden shyly behind the door, but I can see that you are wearing only a short robe, open at the front – exactly as I requested. I enter the room as you close the door behind me and turn to face me; I take a moment to look you up and down, smiling in admiration. You blush and lower your eyes, then take a step over to the corner behind the door and stand there, facing the wall as I had instructed you earlier. You clasp your hands in front of you, fidgeting with nervousness – or perhaps anticipation.

Standing behind you, I reach my hands around you to cup your breasts, squeezing slightly. I hear your breath catch; I squeeze harder and a moan escapes your lips. I drop one of my hands between your legs, rubbing gently, and I can feel that you are already moist. Grabbing your hair at the base of your neck, I firmly turn you around to face me.

“The safe word is ‘Lobos’ – do you understand what a safe word is for?” I ask, and you nod. “Good.” I give your nipples each a hard pinch then slap both of your breasts; you jump at the intensity of the sensation and I stand back to watch the red set in.

“I expect you to do exactly as I tell you, unless I tell you that you have the option to say no. If you choose to say no, that doesn’t mean I’ll stop right away – but I will stop. Do you understand?” You nod. “I want to hear you say that you understand.”

“Yes Sir, I understand,” you say meekly, your eyes on the floor. I walk around behind you and admire your sexy ass for a moment, then raise my hand and smack hard. You jump slightly.

“Count them,” I order.

You count "one"… the second lands a little harder as you count “two”. The third lands even harder. “Three.” You inhale sharply as my hand comes in contact with your ass a fourth time. You hesitate for a moment. “Four.” The fifth through the tenth are equally as intense as the fourth; you count each blow, hesitating a bit longer each time. But your voice remains steady as you count.

“Good girl,” I say as I pause to admire the red flush spreading over your cheeks. “We’re halfway done – unless you pull away or try to block me with your hands, from your pretty red ass,” I tell you. “Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir, I understand,” you say, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

I place my hand firmly on the back of your neck and walk you over to the table. I bend you over it and smack your ass again – much harder than the first ten times. You lift up slightly on your toes, your legs trembling and your hands clutching the table. “Eleven.” I strike again, just as hard. “Twelve” comes out with a gasp.

“You’re doing very well,” I tell you as I run my hand softly over your cheeks and feel the radiating warmth. “Now spread your legs and hold still.” As you do so, my fingers reach between them, caressing your wet pussy. You moan as my fingers come in contact with your clit. I rub for a moment then insert two fingers. You take a deep breath and I feel you relax into my touch. I step back and surprise you with the thirteenth blow – harder even than the first twelve. You jump and reflexively start to pull away. “Don’t,” I tell you sternly. “Keep counting.”

“Thirteen,” you say meekly. I deliver the last seven blows in rapid succession. You try to keep up with my pace as you count, breathless. “Twenty,” you finish, exhaling sharply. I can hear the relief in your voice.

I give you a moment to catch your breath and recover from the intense sensation. I ask you to get me some water and I sit down on the edge of the bed as you bring a glass and place it on a nearby table. Your eyes are still on the floor and your face is flushed… but I can see the faint trace of a smile. You’re a strong girl, I think to myself. And a fast learner. “Let me see that wonderful red ass of yours, my girl.” You turn around and I rub my hand gently over your cheeks. The heat is still palpable. “Now sit down beside me.”

You do so, wincing slightly as your ass comes in contact with the bed. You sit just close enough that your thigh brushes my leg. Even though I am fully clothed I can feel the heat of your body. The body that you are submitting so willingly to me. The thought makes me smile. “Why are we here?” I ask you.

“So that I can submit to you, Sir,” you answer, your eyes still lowered.

“And why are you submitting?” I ask. “Did you read something you liked in a book? Or see something in a movie? And you wanted to try it out?”

“No.” Abruptly, you make eye contact with me. Your eyes are bright and shining, your gaze direct, all hesitation gone. You lower your eyes again. “Sir… I don’t understand it myself, but it’s something I crave. Something that I think I’ve always needed.”

“And what is it that you need?”

Again, your eyes catch mine but this time just for a second. “…to be dominated, Sir.”

I smile… you’ve come to the right person. But I don’t say that. Instead I stand and, without warning, grab a fistful of your hair and pull you to a standing position, then grab your arm and turn you around, pushing you onto the bed on your stomach. “Don’t move.” Your legs are still on the ground and your enticing red ass is at exactly the right height as I loosen my belt and remove my pants. My cock is hard and ready for action. I rub your soaking wet cunt and insert several fingers, then pull them out and rub your juices around the outside of your asshole. I feel your body tense – you’re an anal virgin, I remember. “So where does my dirty slut want my cock? In her pussy or her ass?”

You hesitate a moment before answering with a slight tremble. “Wherever Sir would like it.”

“Good answer, girl. Now relax,” I tell you, continuing to massage your asshole. You relax but just barely. “If you don’t, this is going to hurt.” After a moment you relax more, but your sigh reveals an intense effort on your part. I rub my cock gently over your asshole, then slowly but firmly start to push in. You make a low whimper… I’m not sure if it’s pain or just nervousness on your part but I pause for a moment. “You can say no.”

There is a long moment of silence. Finally, you shake your head. “No, please continue Sir” … and I feel your body relax completely. I continue, steady but still gentle, and soon I am completely inside, my balls pushing against your silky cheeks. I pause to allow you a moment to absorb and get used to the new sensation. Then I start to thrust – slow, gentle, firm – and you begin to moan quietly. “That doesn’t hurt,” you finally manage to say, and I can hear the surprise – and pleasure – in your voice. The tightness of your asshole surrounds my cock in its velvety warmth, and I’m soon moaning as well. I increase the intensity and speed of my thrusting. I can tell from your moans and gasps that you are enjoying this just as much as I am.

Soon, I feel myself on the verge of cumming. I usually prefer to take my time and not finish this quickly – allow myself to enjoy the girl for longer – but the tightness of your ass, your obvious enjoyment, and the willingness of your submission are intoxicating. I allow myself the release and lose myself in the intensity of the orgasm, thrusting deep within you and staying there, feeling the cum surge out of me and into your hot, eager ass. Through the haze of the orgasm I hear that your moaning has increased into a barely withheld scream. I feel your body shuddering beneath me and I can tell that you’ve cum as well. I withdraw slowly, and you sigh quietly as I pull out.

I lay down on the bed and feel your warm body curl up against my side. Your head nestles into my arm and I can feel you trembling with satisfaction. “Did I do well, Sir?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper.

I smile broadly. “You did very well, my girl. And we’ve only just begun…”

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